I overheard the following conversation this morning between two people at the office:
-“It was really beautiful this weekend.”
-“Yeah, it was kind of windy though.”
Life is perspective.
In high school I was on the mock trial team. I was a lawyer, all four years, and enjoyed breaking down the case files and reading over the witness statements. Now all were fake and written by law students, so every team had the same source material. We’d conduct “trials” against each other (two matches, one prosecution and one defense) and be judged by a jury of lawyers from the county. You’d wonder how, if every team had the same material, we could develop any strategy.
Each team had lawyer advisers (our adviser one year turned into the current DA of the county next to ours). We learned quickly that perspective is key. Go to a crowded street corner and watch a car accident. There may be twenty witnesses and each story will be different. How did it start? How did it end? Who was at fault? Depending on your source of material it could be viewed twenty different ways.
A few years ago I got called to jury duty at federal court in Philadelphia. I ended up chosen and served on a gun possession trial that lasted two days. It was immensely interesting to get in a jury room and listen to twelve different views and see how majorities would develop. We’d all heard the same witnesses and pulled different opinions.
This Sunday, our pastor delivered a message about Jesus and his final meal in the upper room. He mentioned the observation given in the gospels that Jesus entered the meal In Full Knowledge of what was about to happen over the next few days. Around him sat Peter, who would deny him and Judas who would betray. The others would turn into cowards and stay silent. Twelve different viewpoints.
What did Jesus do? He served.
It was a beautiful night for some. For others, the beauty was lost.
We all choose how we see the world. Our boys, Carter and Aiden, are prime examples of that. Aiden is the optimist. He lights up a room and can find joy in situations. Carter is more serious, more emotional. He’s like I was as a kid. He’ll stay back and observe before jumping in and his opinions are passionate no matter right or wrong.
If you are like me, this new season is a time of reflection. Fall leads to winter, the ending of summer and desolation of cold. Nights are longer. Time outside is now time inside.
I tend to take inventory in the fall.
Right now I’m feeling the gap and hanging on the expectancy of fulfillment. Maybe you are there with me, weeks and months of waiting, of work being done. You are standing in the warehouse and God is putting you through whatever is needed so you can move forward. You want more. Your soul longs for meaning and greater things because the alternative is unfathomable.
You call out in the dark moments. When the kids are in bed and you are in bed looking at the ceiling and wondering when tomorrow will be different, when you’ll love your circumstances. You may not find that love right now, no, but that is for a reason.
Because you are meant for something more. Your story is meant to change generations and impact those you love. It is meant to change hearts. This change is work. Sleep and rest, sameness and routine are so tempting.
Erwin McManus, head of Mosaic in Los Angeles, said this in a message:
Some of you know way too much about your lives.
It is time to embrace the mystery, step into the challenge.
See the beauty and feel the push of the wind. Know your heart aches for something more and follow it, no matter the cost.
Because nothing changes if nothing changes. And it is time to wake up.