What is that...14...books?Sermon books.
That's right. And I've got one in my briefcase right now so that makes 15 books.
Sermon books.
Dating back to 1994 if you can believe it.
Yes, we're moving, which means moving my office, which means making sure all my 'essential' files and hard drives and study books and notes and sermon books get moved.
Crazy.
Been doing this a while.
15 books.
That's a lot of preaching.
Another box has five (5) personal hard drives to go to the office to join (conservatively) another 20 drives that we have there.
That's a lot of producing.
I was well and duly reminded on the road today that, encroaching mid-life crisis notwithstanding, I HAVE *actually* found a way to DO a few things in my life. Sure, I've got lots left to do and learn but (for the first time maybe *ever*) I felt today like there MIGHT be a chance that I've not completely wasted my life or totally missed the boat.
I get to feeling that way sometimes.
You know, like Al Bundy?
That suburban dude who's landed in this *life* that he never wished for. Y'know how that feels?
Crappy.
"Quit whining..." you say.
Well, I see your point but I also see my life and the way it feels sometimes and the honest truth is that sometimes I don't like it. Sometimes I feel like a friggin' hamster on a treadmill and, seeing as our friend's hamster just died on his friggin' treadmill two weeks back, that doesn't make me feel too happy.
"Grow up..." you say. "Get some manliness..." you say. "Your self-serving navel-gazing is getting tiresome..." you say.
I see you point.
But here's how I deal with the feelings of despair and darkness, with that sense of 'you missed it', that fearful wondering if I'm ever *actually* going to MAKE IT.
I look back.
And see 15 sermon books and 25 hard drives.
Reminds me, I've done some work and I've got some work to do.
Number 1 reason we're moving?
To *act* out our faith that MORE is possible, that THIS isn't *all* there is, that the HORIZON *does* have something wonderful beyond it, that we have SOMEWHERE to go, that we *haven't* arrived...
That we still believe in the possible.
On with the move.
On with life.
On with dreaming.
On with sojourning.
On with achieving.
On with redemption.
On with writing.
On with preaching.
On with producing.
On with loving Jesus and my wife and my babies and my job(s) and my freakin' sailboat.
On with it.
T
1 comment:
look back a little further and you'll see you don't have to make it. somebody already did that for you...
but you know that already.
peace,
josh
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