Son of David... Don't pass me by.

I read a blog post from a friend saying she felt as if her life was a dream. Her dad died this year, and she's pretty broken about it. It isn't easy. Not at all. She is pretty much on a roller coaster now from what I've seen, heard, and what she's told me. I myself have been on a roller coaster... Probably nothing close to what my friend is on... But pretty close. Back to the dream part. I just finished listening to the song "Closer" by John Mark McMillan and he sings

Come closer, closer to me.
Find me broken, find me bleedin'
cause I need more now than a fairy tale,
a god who lives in a book.
I need someone real.

So would you come?
Would you come?
If i begged you, would you come closer to me now?

Come closer, closer to me.
Find me broken, find me on my knees,
cause I need more now than philosophy.
Some god in outer space doesn't mean anything to me.

So would you come?
Would you come?
If I begged you, would you come closer to me now?
Would you come?
Would you come?
If i begged you, would you come closer to me now?

Son of David, do not pass me by,
cause I am naked,
I'm poor and I'm blind.
Son of david, don't pass me by,
cause I am naked,
I'm poor and I'm blind.

Why do we live in a dream? Why is it the media is a dream world? Where they talk about how celebrity's should be our role models and how the needs and problems of the world are just talked about. Why is it we as humans would rather have a dream than reality? This frustrates me. I feel like the Christian church is teaching me to just dream of being with Jesus until I die and go to heaven. I feel like my generation is taught to just dream of sitting at the feet of Christ. Not actually live it. It's annoying because for the longest time I thought I had to fast and pray in my sleep. Nothing is wrong with that at all. Not at all. But you see. I can't fast because I have the metabolism of a horse. I eat a lot and burn fat by sitting. For about a month I was frustrated because I couldn't get close to God because I can't fast. It was realllllllllly frustrating because everyone around me was on this spiritual high from fasting and it was killing me. God isn't something that needs to be striven for. He loves me if I'm stuffing my face or if I'm starving. He isn't a fairy tale that can only be dreamed about. He is a reality. That should be shoved into my brain as well as yours. He's more real than that roller coaster you're on.