In reflecting on Jesus and His tomb, I cannot help but think of my morning playing Schrödinger's cat with a 3-year-old.
It's hard not to dream of greener grass while you're standing in the brown stuff and to trust that you're not missing out on something.
Jesus wasn't excepting nor wanting me to be perfect in the way I thought of perfect. My version of perfection is a pedestal, a level that no one can reach where their body is impeccable, their academic record is flawless, and their personal life is unblemished. But Jesus Himself was battered and bruised, considered stupid by the religious leaders of the day, and had drama in His personal life.
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Olympic story after story after story tells us the importance of each practice, each race, each match, each sacrifice to get each Olympian to their competition! And the same is true of our spiritual life.
It seems so silly that God would use a child's location-based game for His great glory, but why not? Jesus used his simple circumstances to draw people into a deeper conversion to Him all the time.
What if we're not doing anything wrong? What if precisely where we are, who we are, what we're doing, and how were struggling is where God wants us to be? And what if, quickly and easily, God will lift our burden when He decides it's time?