Three examples of this stand out to me:
In my penultimate-final year of school I picked Physics as a subjects. This was purely a pride/self thing in that I nearly failed the year before and had to prove to myself that I was capable. I’m sure I’ve told the story before. Happily for my pride I did reasonably, but wisely and gladly gave it up in favor of Biology the next year.Â Here’s the thing. If I hadn’t done Physics in year 11, I would’ve found Chemistry in year 12 much more difficult, instead I really enjoyed myself.
My job at a bookstore was a sore point for a good five months (that is under exaggerating) and yet it taught me not to be such a wuss when it comes to phones and to appreciate the kind of job that I have now. I really do have a fantastic part time job and my less-hate of phones is a better thing for it.
A year at uni starting out in multimedia told me exactly the avenue of career I didn’t want to wind up in, but I picked up some useful concepts along the way such as User Centered Design and the guts of what it’s like to be in uni and what’s required. Now I am in a course where I love what I’m doing.
These things all sucked (mostly) at the time but I’m pretty confident God whacked me there midst my pride/general stupid ideas/luck of the draw situations.
Not to take the prosperity angle, but more for my pessimistic self to look at these things not as mistakes that God miraculously flipped into perfectly cooked life situations, but as a continuation of life. Not to be morbid or… fatalist (I’m sure that’s not quite the word I’m looking for) about it either.
Face the fact, reality serves up more unresolved mistakes than hindsight opportunities.
There’s something that really disturbs me when we put things down to a destination. Be it ‘when I grow up’, ‘when I have the career’ or even, ‘when I go to heaven’.
It can’t be about arriving.
I don’t know what heaven will be like. Place, state of mind, new earth, theory a, b, c… z. I can’t claim to even get close. I kind of understand once we hit (classic) “heaven” we are content forever with God because we are ‘with him’, but I don’t understand that God is okay with mindless, yet very content zombies… and hey – isn’t God already with us?
It’s ridiculous blaming life and just chugging through life as ‘fill in time’ before we get to heaven.
Plenty of wacko heaven theories out there, rethink (or think) the whole thing please. I’m sure I’ve done a disaster in explaining my head, but it’s not about ‘meantime’.Â What does a continuum look like? Where did God start? Where does God end? I don’t know if he did or does.
Cheers to Yellowcard for sharing our common lament,
And I’m sure the view from heaven
Beats the hell out of mine here
And if we all believe in heaven
Maybe we’ll make it through one more year
I hope that all is well in heaven
Cuz it’s all shot to hell down here…
We are selfish beings in our expectation of ‘now’ – even in our expectation of ‘next’.