One Day.


Another week, another post from Ryan.  I hope you'll enjoy this feature, a fresh perspective from someone who isn't me. :) I will admit that this post is a heavy one but I also think it is beneficial in remembering how to posture ourselves in this scary world we live in.  Feel free to leave comments with questions, Ryan is great to answer them.


I read something the other day…something horrible.  Something really bad happened to a kid.  And it broke my heart.  Then…another bad thing happened to another kid.  And it broke my heart more.  As much as I hate to admit it, a part of me thought, “At least it wasn’t my kid.”  Then another part of me quietly whispered, “…this time.”

I grew up in the shadow of a tragedy.  That does something to you.  It sort of hard-wires tragedy into your brain.  You learn to expect it.  You just assume the worst.  If I haven’t heard from my wife in awhile, that part of my brain starts working through what life looks like without her.  Not because I don’t love her, but because some damaged part of me just takes for granted that that’s what my life looks like.  And…unfortunately it is not without supporting data.  I don’t even know how many funerals I’ve been to at this point in my life.  And that’s just one kind of tragedy.

So…when I read about something terrible, that part of my brain reminds me…the clock is ticking.  The next big horrible thing is coming for you.  It’s only a matter of time before it happens, and it’ll crush you.

I wonder if the parents of the child that was hurt thought the same thing.  I’m not better than them.  I don’t deserve better.  I don’t deserve to tuck my little munchkin in to bed tonight while they cry hot tears of anguish.  So…what do I do?  How do I handle this?  There’s nothing that I can see that guarantees for me that my son will live a long healthy life.  Nothing guarantees that my wife is waking up tomorrow.  So…how can I possibly live like that?

Well…because everything is going to be okay.  Sure, that doesn’t help right now.  And I’m not saying that it should.  But when that part of my brain perks up and tells me that the clock is ticking…that it’s only a matter of time…well I remind it that time works both ways.  Sure, it may be only a matter of time before the next horrible thing happens in my life.  And that sucks.

But it’s also only a matter of time before Jesus returns.  It’s only a matter of time before he comes back and sets everything right.  It’s only a matter of time before I get to see my dad…before I get to see my granddaddy and grandma…before I see grannie and papa.  The clock is ticking, and my king is coming.  No matter how ugly this world gets, it can’t block out his beauty.  No matter how hard this world tries to strangle me, he is stronger.  And he is coming.

Ryan blogs over at Home Cooked Jesus {the Jesus you need for the day to day and not just Sundays}.  He is also what I consider a Bible scholar, though he would disagree on technicality.  He studies Hebrew and teaches at a local bible college while pursuing a masters degree in the biblical field.  

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