We build our lives hoping the dreams we imagine will come to fruition.
We take the steps needed to have
A fulfilling career,
That house on the hill,
A loving family.
Whatever the dream,
Somewhere along the timeline of life
An unexpected tragedy occurs.
For some, the tragedy comes early.
Others have plenty of time living the dream before it erupts.
Either way, as we live on this earth, life will crash in around us.
Illness. Disability. Alcoholism. Addiction. Death. Flood. Tsunami. Fire. Hurricane. Tornado. Earthquake. Miscarriage. Infertility. SIDS. Accident. Abuse. Molestation. Rape. Murder. Betrayal. Adultery. Divorce. Termination. Bankruptcy. Depression. Slander. . .
Self-induced or brought on by another’s choice . . . no matter . . .
It is by the grace of catastrophe that people sometimes come to themselves and see what is before them as if for the first time. Catastrophe can, like a mighty wind, blow away the abstracting veils of theory and ideology and enable our own sovereign seeing. ~Eugene Peterson
As if for the first time, we see. The winds of change, the stormy gusts of tragedy blow away the abstracting veils of all the theory and ideology we have assumed. Or, determined. No matter how you came to your personal belief system, it is in shambles from the catastrophe that has overtaken your existence.
I do not understand the mystery of grace—only that it meets us where we are, but does not leave us where it found us. ~Anne Lamott
The huge unaswerable question is formed,
And finally breathed: Why?
As the writer of Ecclesiastes laments,
“Everything is meaningless, utterly meaningless!”
Nothing in this life under the sun brings fulfillment.
Nothing brings meaning.
All may be lost in a moment.
Life isn’t like a book. Life isn’t logical or sensible or orderly. Life is a mess most of the time. And theology must be lived out in the midst of that mess. ~Chuck Colson
In the midst of the mess:
A glimpse of eternity,
A flicker of light,
A bubble of clarity…
A Divine Architect?
Notice the way God does things; then fall into line. Don’t fight the ways of God, for who can straighten out what He has made crooked?
What is He designing?
What is He working out for you, or in you?
What is He doing…is it for you…or for Him?
For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible, rank after rank after rank of angels–[everything] got started in Him and finds its purpose in Him. He was there before any of it came into existence and holds it all together right up to this moment.
Whatever it is.
Whatever He is doing,
There is purpose in it.
And the purpose will be found in Him, alone.
For everything we try to create in this life will be meaningless,
Until God brings meaning to it.
It’s all about Him.
It’s not about me.