There are many things that can keep me awake at night; most of them ideas. But only three things rattle my bones and supercharge my heart - even when I sleep. The strongest call comes from half-remembered dreams and gentle promises of the heart and character of my future wife. I've met her several times, but often question what I remember. What is fantasy and what is a promised reality? I've seen her face though I don't remember it. I've heard her singing, but cannot grasp the melody. I've felt her prayers, but can't fathom the words. I am haunted - in love with someone I've never met. The second call comes from the Andes Mountains, from Colombia. One to three times a year I have a dream about that land. This has been happening since 2005. The most terrifying/humbling dream I can recall featured the Andes mountains shaking violently, begging me to come to them. When I discuss this with friends I often do so with casual excitement, but when I seriously reflect upon it I am awed. It's more than just a calling, it communicates to me that I am somehow critical to an entire region of the world. A few days ago I had a corresponding vision; one where I saw the Andes shaking again. This time, they weren't shaking with desperate longing, but ecstatic joy. I could feel them crying out, "You're coming! You're coming!" Later this year (Novemberish) I'll be going to Colombia with my pastor carlosctfr. I am both excited and more than a little nervous. The third call comes from the people and the angels in Bogotá, Colombia. Less frequent than the Andes dreams, these dreams often feature a city-wide worship revival. Imagine a city like New York or San Fran filled to the streets with people singing, dancing, and worshiping God. Recently God reminded me how foundational 2005 was for me, as in that year I received both my love and call to Colombia, and my commission to, "lead His people in worship." I befriended the first Colombians I'd ever met, and became the worship director of an international Christian sports camp. Until recently, I've thought of each of these intense callings as three separate things, but now am realizing that all were first gifted to me at the same time (nearly ten years ago) and all three are connected to each other. I am on my way, Colombia. The new season bearing new fruit has already begun.