Seven Woes, part 5

Woe to us when we squander today straining toward tomorrow.

Will we savor this gift called time?

[Note: These thoughts will be familiar to readers of

Anonymous: Jesus’ Hidden Years and Yours.]

We may not say it out loud, but often we believe it in our guts. God, what’s up? I’m ready to do something. What am I still doing here? Why won’t you open a door? Why are you letting others hold me back?

In short, “God, hour glassyou’re wasting my time.”

Sometimes we sabotage the potential of tomorrow by underestimating the potential of today.

A few decades ago, God addressed my view of time at an unexpected—but delicious—venue for a spiritual lesson: my first Chinese banquet in Hong Kong.

Course after course after course… I could not identify one that was just a filler or  appetizer or
something to get through, to get past, to get on with the main course which was not here yet, but it was coming…

Every course—in presentation, taste, and texture—bore the marks of a master chef. Then it finally occurred to me: the reason no course seemed like a filler was because no course was a filler. To the master chef who had prepared this banquet especially for us, each course was main.

I confess that around course seven I grew distracted and began to think about past courses. Like that shark-fin soup: What was I thinking? Why didn’t I get more of that when I had the opportunity? Then my mind would wander drifting ahead to future courses: What ON EARTH am I going to do if chicken-feet are on the menu?

bowl and chop sticksAnd while I sat there reminiscing about and regretting the past or daydreaming about and dreading the future, the course before me grew cold and I wondered, Why doesn’t this taste better? 

Father God has regularly brought this experience back to my mind because I (we?) have a tendency to assume that “main” is out there, somewhere, but certainly not here. “Main” is after we graduate or volunteer for a few years or land a better job or start a family or become debt-free or get that promotion or the kids finish college or after we retire or after we…die?

And it is in moments like those when I am treating this gift called time as though it were some unfortunate, overly-long prelude, that I hear the gentle whisper of Father God: “Child, I am the God who wastes no one’s time. To me, this too is main.”

Main is not behind us. Main is not way out ahead of us. To our heavenly Father, this moment—call it transition, pain, disappointment, education, uncertainty—is as full of potential as any moment has ever been and as any moment every will be for knowing God personally and making Him known practically.

This course is main.

(Enjoy it while it is hot.)

 

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