Every
time I have faced change in my life, the first requirement has always been seeing today for what it is. I am sure people could argue with me that I
must first grieve. But honestly, how can
we grieve if we don’t truly see today for
what it is? We get stuck in a
merry-go-round of grief if we don’t see
today for what it is.
When
I went to college I missed being home.
There was a bond I had with my mom because of our relationship, and what
my family had been through. There were
days when I felt alone. I had this
feeling in my gut that things just didn’t feel right. The problem was that I couldn’t get over
it. I would call home hoping that would
fix it, but I found that didn’t help. I
would eat something that reminded me of home and discover that didn’t cure
it. Then I would cry, or mope and it
still wouldn’t get any better. All along
I was missing the whole point. I was
looking for a solution when I hadn’t determined what the issue was. I couldn’t see today for what it was.
I had dreamed of college. I
wanted this experience, but I couldn’t enjoy it because of this feeling in my
gut. I couldn’t find peace because I
wasn’t willing to see today. Being in college meant that my family and I
were going to be apart, and that the security, peace and comfort of my
surroundings were gone. Years later I
experienced the same feeling again as I went on vicarage/internship. I remember how I felt as Mom and Rod pulled
away from my apartment in Chattanooga. I
did the same thing--I moped, and cried, and ate, and called. It was like I had fallen into the same
pattern. And Rod, in his very fatherly
voice, asked, “Why do you feel so alone?
You have the girlfriend that you always wanted, and you are doing
ministry. What’s your problem?”
How
could I have the same feelings with the settings, time, age, and stage in life
all being different? I missed the point--I
wasn’t seeing today for what it was. This was about me. This was about me understanding
who God created me to be. This was about asking myself, “Where do I find
comfort?” I even remember after looking
back after my college days, and thinking there was something I loved about
those first weeks of independence. I
even valued the feelings of loneliness. But
looking back, I couldn’t even see that
day for what it was. If I did, I
would have discovered what made me tick. I would have seen what God created me to be.
Since
we are living with my in-laws temporarily, my kids come in and watch TV in
Mindy’s and my room while I get ready and then get them ready for the day. We
eat breakfast first, pack lunches, and then head upstairs. But they know Dad is going to make the bed
before they can get up on it and watch TV. My kids realize that this is the way Dad
operates. My systems have to be in place
for me to feel peace. What changed for
me in college and on vicarage/internship?
When
my college life developed into systems, I found peace. That was true when my clothes were organized,
my stereo in the right place, my church choice made, and I knew who I could
talk with about life. The same thing
happened on vicarage, when I knew what I time I worked out everyday, what my
work hours were, when I had my apartment organized, and who I called when I needed
to talk, I felt comfortable. I was
missing the point both times. I didn’t
understand what was making me have that uneasy feeling in my gut. I believed it was based upon a setting,
place, or people. But I missed how to see what was happening to me today and I
misdiagnosed how to address it.
As
we begin a series on change, I don’t want us to miss the fact that this happens
to all of us in multiple contexts even if we resist it. Life changes quickly, and understanding the
way God made each of us helps to provide the peace we need to see today for what it is, and embrace the changes God has for
us. The disciples of Christ knew after
three years with Jesus that His death and resurrection were turning points. And while our text will lead us to believe that
all was good with them, they were seeing
today for what it was and preparing for the change ahead.
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