Our oldest son bought an Xbox this fall. Every so often, it stutters when we’re playing and starts over, much to my son’s chagrin. I’m mostly able to flow with it and not get too worked up about it. I wish life was the same way.
I’m in a bit of a reset period myself. I’m feeling a refocusing coming on so more in alignment with what I feel called to do in life. Our church is going through a major reset, or refresh, as we think through some different ways of ministry. And just this morning, I met with a couple who had recently broken up and they were trying to figure out how to move forward together (but mostly apart).
All these things can be confusing and painful because most of the answers are on the other side of the reset. The reason why it’s necessary, how you’re going to live differently, what it costs, etc. make more sense looking backwards. But we can’t let the fear of loss hold us back from who we’re becoming.
When was the last time you reset something significant in your life? How did you make it through?
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
-St. Francis of Assisi
14 years ago, I was a senior in college. I was sleeping late when my one of my roommates nudged me awake to tell me there had been a plane crash in New York City. We all thought it was an accident, at least for the first few minutes. But as the second plane hit, news outlets quickly changed their reporting and informed us that our country was under attack.
I remember patriotism being at an all-time high, at least during my lifetime. I remember President Bush’s approval rating climbing sky high. I remember people being sad, scared, and angry all at the same time–and I was one of them.
Images like the one above still bring back memories and the accompanying feelings of being lost and alone. It was during this time that I began attending a Bible study which allowed me to ask the hard questions of life, purpose, and meaning.
I’m still sad for the loss so many endured that day. But I’m grateful that it’s during these times where we remember that we’re all weak people doing our best to make it through life. And I’m grateful that evil isn’t the final word in our world and that goodness will ultimately prevail.