To Everyone

It. Does. Not. Matter. That's probably not what you wanted to hear. Forgive me for being blunt, but it's true. Your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your job, your feelings, your opinions, your reputation, your thoughts, my internet ramblings, none of them are eternal. Let the synapses fire, let pleasure be your guide, but it really will get you nowhere. The drama of your teenage years is mind-numbingly useless, the deadlines of adulthood aren't important.  Have you ever thought about what we worry about? What will they THINK about ME? We constantly fret about what another person quietly thinks. About us. Not even about things that matter. A correct time to worry about a persons thoughts: When they are wielding a weapon. A more adequate question would be: Do I care about what this person thinks about me and why? Or more appropriately: Does God care about what this person thinks about me? Fun fact of the day. I do crazy, borderline insane, things. As far as I know, I still have friends. Good godly friends. They encourage me and sharpen me and I would like to think I do the same for them, but what if I didn't have them? Would I be willing to walk the halls everyday by myself? I should be, because I have one friend I can't lose.One that Proverbs 18:24 tells me sticks closer than a brother. So with Him, why should I need anything else? I don't although I have been blessed with so much more. Ok, there's point one down. The opinion of another should not phase us and drama is simply the opinion of others embodied into a pitiful pile of Kleenex in a corner. Point two. Political correctness. Get rid of it. That is, if we have to live in a world of extreme political correctness or a world with no political correctness, I choose the one with none. Fire refines better then ice, even if ice lets you keep your cozy form. It's been addressed here before, that we are called to be people who take judgement, not people who sit, wrapped in our fleece blankets with a tight jaw and wagging head. This world would be a better place if someone told our children that they can't "want to be a boy" and told our teens that this goopy feeling their getting that they think is "love" is actually a hormone and will statistically lead to divorce.

Alright, I'm done with the negative, it's really off tone for me, but it needed to be said. Now, for the hope. Christ came to make the opinions benign. Without Him, people thinking highly of us would be an evolutionary advantage, but with Him, we have a new destination. David Bowden wrote in his poem: I Am that:

"Mankind stopped living, that it might just survive."

This brings a new meaning to Christ being the life. Christ came to turn survival into living. So now, as my favorite character ever invented by culture said:

"I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's It's taken me so many years.....but at last I know where I'm going, where I've always been going. Home. The long way around." -The Doctor

With our destination set, why should obstacles determine the ending of our story? Our stories don't end with our friends, boyfriend, girlfriends or feelings, our stories end with One in the sky on a white horse, to whom every knee will bow. And that will be simply a step on our road Home.