Saturday, June 1, 2024

God Being Sly With Us

There is a dynamic to human life that makes me just smile and say, "God, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" The dynamic I am referring to is wrapped up in this question: Have you ever noticed what things deteriorate and when?

Think about it.

Would anybody argue against the thesis that all that we are as humans can be boiled down to body, mind and soul? If anything of human essence is not captured in these three basic categories, I defy the objector to point it out. I think those three categories are as a good a rough approximation as one could hope for.

Now.

When does the body enter decline? I'm told it begins in our early twenties. We start to feel it later, but that's when it begins. Peak condition? Enjoy it when you're young. It ain't gonna get better. The world's finest athletes may get in some special accomplishments in their thirties, but they won't be faster runs or greater feats of strength. It's all downhill from those heady immortal days of our youth. No matter how hard you try to make it otherwise.

When does the mind enter decline? Mmmmm, same story. Chess players are at the height of their capacities in their early twenties. If you happen to be Magnus Carlsen, you can reign over the chess board into your thirties, but his dominance at this point in his career only speaks to the even greater advantage he had over the next-best players when he was in his twenties.

Mathematicians, too, put in their finest discoveries while in their twenties. The Fields medal assumes that nothing is lost by restricting recipients to people under the age of forty. When Andrew Wiles proved Fermat's last theorem at the ripe old age of 41, that was a fluke—and the result, notably, of work done over six years by a genius who had been interested in the problem since early childhood.

I could go on with more obvious examples. Rhetorical question: how old were the Beatles when they wrote their best material? Are there any musicians you can think of, past or present, whose music got even better as they approached their golden years?

But we digress. To the point. There's one more question to ask.

When does the soul enter decline? My suspicion is that it doesn't have to. Ever. Bodybuilders, athletes, musicians and mathematicians must yield to the hands of father time pretty early on. But we can work on our souls all our lives. And I think souls can become sweeter and more mature with each passing decade.

I think God had a little fun with that arrangement. It's the way it ought to be. And it's the way it is. What matters most in life, we can work on right up to the end. God knows we are frail, and yet he endowed us with the capacity to "bulk up" and "sharpen up" the most important thing about us, and enables us to do this basically without restriction. The workout gym for the soul is open 24/7 for the entirety of our lives.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll stop here. I need to go work out.

Monday, March 18, 2024

Houston Has A Problem I Don't Want

 Brian Houston of Hillsong disrepute added to his woes recently by accidentally typing his google search ("ladies and girls kissing") into a Twitter post seen by millions.

Schadenfreude captures a fair bit of the public responses, and Mr. Houston (who does have a problem) did not improve matters by trying to claim (a mere 16 minutes later) on the same Twitter account that it had been hacked. This additional epic fail received the derision it deserved. (Observers gleefully remarked at how he had miraculously recovered control of his hacked account within minutes, when such problems usually take days or even months to resolve.

Mr. Houston has a problem, to be sure. From the looks of it, he has quite a few problems. But enough about him. Let's talk about me.

After I was done enjoying his further decline in the estimation of the world (toward the place of respect he deserves, having brought such disrepute to the name of Jesus), I turned to the awkward question that needed to be asked. What consequences would I face if my worst searches were made globally and publicly visible?

Ouch.

I am thankful that a full listing would show that I've got a pretty good record the vast majority of the time. I'm doing pretty well. Well... compared to some. Some of the time.

But that kind of accounting won't cut it. It only took one moment of typing in the wrong textbox for Mr. Houston to get into the situation he found himself in. Let's be generous (very generous, I'm sure) and assume that was his first and worst internet search on his worst day.

What was my worst search on my worst day? I won't put it here. But it's worse than what Mr. Houston typed. A lot worse.

I don't want Mr. Houston's problem. But I do want to remember it.

It is always preferable to do the right thing for the right reasons. Failing that, a distant second is to do the right thing for less awesome reasons. Distant second, indeed. Jesus delivered strong rebukes to Pharisees who did all the right things (or at least a number of good things) for a lot of really bad reasons.

If I avoid bad internet searches because my heart is in the right place? Perfect. But when my human frailty is winning the day in my heart, perhaps I'll remember that my internet searches are emblazoned across eternity, with nothing hidden–even if, unlike Mr. Houston, I do not have a highly visible Twitter account.

Mr. Houston's problem is mine, too. Our actions are never as invisible as we think. All SHALL be revealed. Some things now. But ALL things, eventually.

Keeping these things in mind might help me to evaluate more truthfully (for oh, how we do love to lie to ourselves) just how innocent and defensible my internet searches are.

Even the worst ones.

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Your Best Version Of Me

 (A short poem)


God, please help me to be

Your best version of me.


(I did say it was short.)