Velocity of Life
The message at church today was about Letting Go. Of life, of goals, of dreams, of all the many things that we have to come to see as what defines us.
The unknowing might think of Christians as a bunch of unenterprising lazy bums.
But that just misses the entire understanding of the truth of what it means to serve a living God.
One of the truths of life and this is true whoever your God is, is that we all live a finite life. Time does stop; for each and everyone of us. While the rest of the world ticks along, the truth is, all of us, have a moment in time when our existence as far as we know it, in the flesh, ceases in this world. Perhaps this finiteness spur us so much to do much to immortalise our time here. We build relationships, create bonds of love, friendship, kinship and a many varied reciprocities so that our existence on this earth matters. We craft careers. Spans of decades measured in deal sizes, cabinets of files to gigabytes of accolades. We thrive on interaction with those we care about and with those we want, to care for us. We do this on Facebook, at the office water coolers, at the smoking corner and build our social connects one conversation at a time, one shared interest at a time.
And all this is Good.
For now.
As the hands of time tick by and robs us of our loved ones, of wealth of health and often of the very things we have come to value the best because we had laboured so hard for – how scared and humbled could we be, simply because, we truly control so little of all that loss?
When a fallen tree could simply take your life away one beautiful afternoon when you least expect it, will knowing that you’re covered by insurance, truly make that last breath , an easier one?
Unlikely.
So I truly found myself seeking a difficult truth today. One that isn’t easy at all. It’s called letting go. Without giving up. Letting go of all the things that tie me up and wear me out. When the best of me is spent everywhere and with the last of me, almost always beaten, I seek divine clarity and rest. A kind of grounded wisdom to know when my fists are clenched ever too tightly. Trust, to let go. Rest, to know where to seek a refreshing newness that will bring a positive revivalism that’s life-giving. In order that one never gives up. No matter how hard it gets.
The same principles of building goals and relationships and all the things that matter. Just that this time, with the Power of the Knowledge and Purpose, of who is at the centre of it all.
Quite simply – Less of me. More of You.