There’s an ancient, African proverb that goes something like this – “Western man wears God on his wrist.” My dad noticed this firsthand back in the 60’s when he took a prop plane from Salina, Kansas and flew to the Congo to do the Missionary/doc dealio abroad. He came back a changed man. I was four years old when he left and turning five when he returned. Traveling has always brought new perspectives to humankind. Thankfully, the Jewish people (world’s first nomads) gave us this gift, as well as many others.
Last week Miss and I took a journey within our journey. We headed someplace new and it’s very old. Some of it was scheduled and some of it not. We had nine days away with the hope of coming back anew, at least that’s our plan. We love plans and think that with our best laid ones, we’ll someone maximize out time. Here’s a truth about our lives, friend. First off, it’s not a race. We do not remember the start line and have no idea when we’re done. Ever been in a race like that? It’s not a course either. There are not 18 holes laid out for you to measure against. In the end you’re not gonna know your score. In fact, friend, the most meaningful aspects of life can’t even be measured. I mean come on man, what metric tells you you’ve been an excellent, father or mother? How do you measure that you’ve been an excellent lover, is it the quantity or quality, or is it something altogether else? How do you measure that you’ve discovered who you are and lived as an untethered soul, comfortable in more than your own skin?
Today, during a freakin’ magic one on one practice, I jolted a young lad with this clarity. You see, friend, life is a gift. Our gig as humans is to fully appreciate the gift. A few years ago, I gave PJ a gift – my old bike. I could sense he was loving our rides but couldn’t quite keep up on his old heavy. So, it was my great pleasure to give him one of mine. It wouldn’t have been much of a gift, however, if he just let it sit in his garage instead of mine. The giver experiences joy only when the receiver enjoys and uses the gift. Make sense?
Think of life like this. Thank God by using the gift. Good…