Future for Present

Today, I sit in my office chair staring at this screen. I’ve been doing graphics for random people, drinking the same ol’ coffee, saying “hey how are ya’” to the same ol’ people, not ever expecting a sincere response. I find myself going about my day not anticipating what’s going to happen within the next few hours, rather I keep my sights set on what will happen weeks out. 

I tell myself I only do this because everyone from home that’s going away for college (most people) have already left, so now I look forward to joining the great escape. But I have this gut feeling that I will get back to 733 east henry street in Savannah Georgia and I’ll find something else to keep my mind occupied with in dry times like these.

Why is it that we rely on the future to get us through the present? I want to take every day of every week of every year one step at a time, because as I’m growing older I’m realizing how fast time is running and how hard it is for me to catch up. I don’t want to be lying on my death bed depressed because I have no earthly future to look forward to. If ultimately our “future” comes down to heaven or hell, why don’t we cut the foreplay and skip to looking forward to that. Along with those thoughts, come the thoughts of what it will be like, and the Creator that made it. We don’t spend enough time in awe of the splendor of the work of our Creator’s hands. Was that enough “of’s” ? That, I’m almost certain, was breaking a grammar law, but I think it delivered the point… don’t you? 

I think now that I spilled all of this out of my head, I can make a conclusion. Don’t spend the time and the energy looking forward to things that are in the end going to leave you dry. 

It’s just disappointing. 

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It’s too hot in here!

Bible and Ballin.
It’s what we call our outreach ministry at my church for high school aged kids. We’ve been doing this thing for a while now, and I have some observations. Most of the kids that come are commuting by foot from the apartments around the church. A few of them are white, but mostly black. Today I noticed some serious respect issues. I feel like I work hard to make a nice environment for these kids to escape to, away from their broken homes and same ol’ same ol’. We set up all these game systems for some crazy rock band sessions, we buy and ice down a bunch of soft drinks, not to mention the pizza we buy them every week. Even still, there is a serious lack of respect. They come in yelling “Soda? Where’s the soda at?!” It’s come to the point where these kids are numb to the hard work and money we put into making their lives just a little bit more eventful. They’ve come to expect what is not rightfully theirs.

Now that I’m thinking about it, I do the exact same thing every day. This past weekend I went to visit the grandparents in Paris Texas. When we returned home, the air conditioning was out. I EXPECT that ac to be one when I go to sleep at night. I “can’t sleep when it’s hot.” That’s what I tell myself. False. I did it for a week when I went to Mexico last month.

When I go to work, I expect their to be coffee in that pot. I imagine if I were to walk in and it not be there, I might have a neurological break down.

I expect to have wireless internet in my house. Whenever it goes out, I find myself not in the greatest of moods.

So just like the kid that expected a soda when he came to the church was wrong, I’m wrong right along with him. That works out on the grand scale of things. We are a fallen race, and are all imperfect together. That’s the beauty of Christ and the hope that he brings.

“While we were still sinners, Christ died for us”

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