Sundays
Three months I have stepped forward and taken the reigns. It feels good to drive the carriage when the horses are moving to the same rhythm. It seems that for so long I always pictured a writer. You know the type; the guy who sits in coffee shops starring at computer screens through thick rimmed glasses, the guy who pours out his thoughts on a hard drive, the guy that can’t wait for the rest of the world to read some theological points on life, the guy that wants so badly for an audience to “get it.”
I always thought the story started at the beginning.
When good writers write their stories, they start at the middle. Think of the last time you did this. Think of the last time you started at the best part of the story and filled in the beginning and the end as you went along. It’s a cultural thriller to sit on the edge of your seat waiting to hear the details. “How did he get like that?” “How is this going to end?” Totally hanging on by the seat of your pants.
I love it.
Sundays are like that for me. I wish I could start in the middle of the day on Sunday. Take a little of the morning and a little of the evening to fill in the missed details. To place it all together so when I come home at the end of the day I relax and thank God for the great things that happened. I think I could truly reflect more if this phenomenon happened or existed.
Maybe I’m not making any sense.
What about life? What if you could start in your 30’s or 40’s, or 50’s? What if you could fill in the details as you went along? Don’t you think being older or younger would have a greater effect on you? Don’t you think your life would mean so much more?
I do.
I think Christ started at the middle with us. We don’t know anything about His teenager years. We have no idea what it was like for Him to go through puberty, be different, or have a full time job. Maybe that stuff really didn’t matter. It was just details. He really just wanted us to see how great the story was and we see the rest.
I love Sundays
-Jordan™
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