Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Day 61
Its incredibly still this morning. There is even a small lull in the birds’ songs. Its cool, and no breeze. Its like the morning is holding its breath.
Its like we all are holding our breath. As each state opens up the doors we all are looking around at what will happen. What will happen with the virus, the economy, the government, our inalienable rights? But we can’t hold our breath for ever our we stop living.
We don’t really know tomorrow. Everyone wants to know. Everyone thinks they know. Or at least everyone thinks you think you know but you don’t because you haven’t read enough or researched enough. But here’s the thing, anything we read or watch, any scientific study done only is reporting on what has happened, not what will happen. We can’t know what will happen.
How much of our human condition is aimed at trying to guess the future? How much does the unknown constantly tug on our minds and souls? Does it produce anxiety? The need for control? How much of our aim is devoted to making ourselves believe we can figure out the future? That we can predict it and be prepared? Are we so convinced of this idea that we believe we judge the past for not being prepared? How much of today is lost to yesterday’s “What-should-haves” and tomorrow’s “What-if’s.” Maybe this is why we have Matthew 6? Maybe thats the reason for the hymn “Because He lives.”
I don’t want to fall into some sort of hedonistic trap. I’m more thinking of, “Each day has enough trouble of its own.” But I’m not only thinking of the trouble. Whatever good I have now will not be the same good 5 and 10 yrs from now. This, right now, is when I get to live this day. I can’t live it again in the future when I get around to it. I don’t want to hold my breath today because of what may happen tomorrow.
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