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Maybe life isn't about just being happy. It's a nice concept, but I think there's got to be more to it. Maybe it's about making your time here count, even if it means being unhappy for a while: being useful--even if it's inconvenient, being generous--even if it costs you, compassionate--even if it's naive, and being a catalyst for growth...even if change hurts. Perhaps overall, these things bring the happiness we've always been taught to seek...but by a far more selfless (and therefore rewarding?) path.

I don't for a second believe that we are called to "look out for #1", and I'd imagine those who do are often left lonely, bitter and unfulfilled, tirelessly pursuing the next microwavable happy-snack.

As a kid, I remember learning the hard way that the treadmill's magical moving floor doesn't ever stop. I started 'er up, I played, I fell, I hurt. And I kept hurting, until mom-to-the-rescue came and unplugged that evil machine and pulled me out from under it's conveyor belt of death. Needless to say, I've been more of a stair-stepper or elliptical girl ever since...

So what if you treat happiness this way? What is the point of chasing such fleeting objects, experiences and "feelings" if you're just running in place, the scenery unchanging?

By no means am I proposing we neglect joy and start the Emo Kids for Christ Crusade. I'm simply suggesting that a more lasting joy may actually be found through trials, and through sacrifice.

"For the moment, all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it. Therefore, lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees, and make straight paths for your feet so that what is lame may not be put out of joint, but rather be healed."
Hebrews 12:11-13 (italics mine)

I guess that's all I have to say about that.


Pastor Billy said…
You are hilarious. No joke. "Conveyor belt of death", "Emo Kids for Christ Crusade". I love it.

Very well put my friend. Take care.

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