Tailgating the Popemobile

This past weekend I spent some time working on my trusty VW van.  It has an issue with the turn signal.  The right one works fine, but the left signal is pretty spastic.  It either blinks as fast as a strobe light, or not at all.

One solution, of course, would be to stop making left turns.  It would be quite tricky, though, to get where one wants to go by only making right turns.  Even if you do arrive at your destination through a series of right turns, you would be forced to stay there forever, as your journey home would be all left turns.  Better to fix the turn signal.

Doing this repair made me wonder, What if we had turn signals ahead of us on the road of our lives?  What if there was a vehicle we could follow that knew the way our lives should go and would lead us accordingly?

The best vehicle for this job would have to be the Popemobile.  First of all, it’s a sweet ride.  More importantly, however, it’s driven by the Pope, or at least he tells the driver where to go, probably with a cool walkie talkie: “Pope to driver, turn in here at the McDonald’s drive-thru.  I feel like a Big Mac and a Dr. Poper.”

I mean, if our lives were a car on a road, why not follow behind the wisest, most in-touch-with-God guy on the planet?  All you’d need to do is get a walkie talkie with enough batteries to last a lifetime, then learn Latin, and you’d be set to go.

As you traveled your life road, the Pope would give you his wisest advice on all your life decisions.  He would say things like, “We’re turning left ahead so that you can take this particular job,” or “Bear to the right here so you can go to this school and earn your degree,” or “Marry that woman standing by the side of the road.”

What do you think?  If you had the option to be guided to all the right decisions in your life, would you do it?  Or would you put your foot on the accelerator, pass the Popemobile, and say on your walkie talkie, “Thanks, Pope Francis, but I’ll make my own life decisions.  I’ll never know for sure the right way to turn.  I’ll certainly make mistakes.  But right or wrong they’ll be my own free decisions.”

Thank you very much for reading.  I wish you a wonderful trip down the road of life.

Brent

 

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The Gift of 9,000 Hours

First of all, I don’t really mean 9,000 hours exactly.  In the interest of a catchy headline, I did some rounding of the numbers.  I mean the 8,784 hours in 2016 (including 24 bonus leap year hours, yippee!).

Time is a gift given to all living things.  Whether you believe the giver is a higher power, or pure chance, we all must agree that none of us ever does anything to earn our time on this earth.  As wonderful as it would be, there is no job that pays its wages in hours that we can tack onto our lives.

This time gift of ours is very unique in that it is ever-given.  It is a constant stream, like Santa Claus on espresso tirelessly reaching into his big red bag and handing us more parcels of time.

I’ve always thought of a new year in terms of days.  A fresh batch of 365 shiny days.  It’s kind of fun, though, to look at things differently sometimes.  I’m thinking of this year as a fresh batch of 8,784 hours.  Each one is individually wrapped, and with a bow attached.

What is not attached to each hourly gift is a string.  There are no conditions that come with the gift.  We may spend the hour however we please.  We can spend it sleeping, or reading a book, or working, or eating bon bons in bed while watching soap operas (guilty as charged:), and there are no judgments.  Just another shiny wrapped-up hour when the previous one disappears.  So what will you do with all your new time gifts this year?

Happy New Year,
Brent