There’s this black board in this restroom of this coffee shop I’ve been going to. On this black board there’s this quote. This quote, it says, “Trumpets don’t sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.” For the past month, I’ve simply just giggled at it. You know, the restroom is where us guys go to think, and trumpets, well, you know... farting. I know... I know... Childish, but still kinda funny. Right? It wasn’t till just the other day I really got it.
You see, I haven’t had that much time to really think about this whole move to Billings; everything has just happened so fast. The only thing I really know is that I had this thing all planned out- I was going to get a job as a personal trainer, make some good money, move out of that garage apartment, and live happily ever after in Bozeman with my lovely bride and one day our beautiful family, but for the first time in my life, my plan didn’t line up with God’s plan AT ALL. See, God thought it was a good idea for me to stay at Montana’s Rib and Chop House, but not in Livingston. No, he wanted us to move to Billings. Yeah, Billings. The big city, away from all those mountains, away from all that “gnar pow”, away from Dave’s Sushi and The Bacchus Pub, away from The Clintons and 10 Foot Tall and 80 Proof and The Dirty Shame, away from Journey, away from The Moose, away from all our friends and family. Great idea God!
But you know what? This whole move thing has been easy and even eye opening. I mean, our house kinda just feel into our lap. We thought we were coming to Billings just for me and Nicole was just gonna waste some time, doing random jobs, but Nicole landed her dream job just by chatting with a stranger at a get-together where she knew 2 people. I would have thought it was going to be tough, this whole move thing. I thought we would be making trips back and forth to and from Billings trying to find a place to live. Who would have thought, in this economy, it would take a random meeting of strangers at a random get-together to score a job you’ve been wanting for years? I would have thought this whole moving thing would have been louder, come with more noise, been more hectic, but you know what? It wasn’t. It was quiet, things just kinda happened, it wasn’t loud, it wasn’t hectic; it was... well... silent.
That silence says a lot. Just like that quote on that black board in that coffee shop I’ve been going to. “... Destiny is made known silently.” Was this our destiny? Is this our destiny? Destiny, I don’t know, but it certainly feels like a step in the right direction. This whole experience, this month and a half, has certainly solidified God’s calling in my life.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
What I learned when I was high.
In today’s world of touchdown dances, reality shows, and provocative, attention-starved, look-at-me celebrities, many of us can lose sight of what really matters. We tend see ourselves in the center of our own lives, and quite frankly, we see ourselves in the center of everyone else’s lives as well. “Me” always seems to be the focus. What if we could step back a few feet and realize that it wasn’t actually about “Me?”
It took about 30,000 feet for me to realize that...
A writer in the 19th century, Isaac Goldman, wrote, “There is that smaller world which is the stage, or there is the larger stage which is the world.” What if instead of basking in the limelight of the stage of our own world, we could realize that there is in fact a larger stage, The World? What if instead of focusing on “me” we could focus on the world?
Looking out of the airplane window at 30,000 feet, entire cities are just blurry splotches of light; mountains are simply just bumps. If such enormous things become so trivial, how much more trivial do we become?
Is this life really what matters? Is this small stage, our own lives, what it’s all about?
In Matthew 5:14, Jesus states that we are “the light of the world.” He does not say that we are the light so that we can be seen. He says we are the light so that the world can see.
What if living this life wasn’t just to go up and meet God at the end of it all, but what if it was to bring God down to earth so everyone could meet Him here? What would it look like to be a Christian not just to go up to heaven when we die, but to bring heaven to earth while we are still alive? That’s what really matters. That is the larger stage.
It took about 30,000 feet for me to realize that...
A writer in the 19th century, Isaac Goldman, wrote, “There is that smaller world which is the stage, or there is the larger stage which is the world.” What if instead of basking in the limelight of the stage of our own world, we could realize that there is in fact a larger stage, The World? What if instead of focusing on “me” we could focus on the world?
Looking out of the airplane window at 30,000 feet, entire cities are just blurry splotches of light; mountains are simply just bumps. If such enormous things become so trivial, how much more trivial do we become?
Is this life really what matters? Is this small stage, our own lives, what it’s all about?
In Matthew 5:14, Jesus states that we are “the light of the world.” He does not say that we are the light so that we can be seen. He says we are the light so that the world can see.
What if living this life wasn’t just to go up and meet God at the end of it all, but what if it was to bring God down to earth so everyone could meet Him here? What would it look like to be a Christian not just to go up to heaven when we die, but to bring heaven to earth while we are still alive? That’s what really matters. That is the larger stage.
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