More and more I realize the less and less that I know.
I used to think that people grew up, got a job, got married and lived happily ever after. I used to think if you worked hard and showed up on time, things were gonna be ok. I used to think that if you believed in God and went to church nothing could crack you.
Last night a friend asked me if I’d given up on marriage. “God would have to hit me with a load of bricks and put a man smack in my face for me to get married at this point”, I responded.
I’m not sure when I got this cynical about life and love and happily ever after. I’m not sure if it was ever just one event that ruined me. It could have been that day that boy said no. Or it could have been that one extra shift I worked in the Emergency Department. But somewhere along the road of life I stopped believing in fairy tales and prince charmings.
Life is hard. The road is long and windy, and often too narrow for comfort. Some days you can only walk down that road in single file, and it gets pretty lonely. Other days the fog is so dense you can’t see the step in front of you. But I’ve learned a few things along the way that have never changed.
God loves me. Maybe I’m not as jaded as I want to seem.
Jesus came. He lived. Then He died. His body has never been found. Word on the street is that He rose again. I believe it. Maybe I’m not that cynical after all.
Every road will eventually end – no matter how hard, no matter how long, or short, and no matter who you run into along the way. Maybe there is a happily ever after, a rainbow at the end of the road.
I suppose it depends.
When that road ends, only one thing will matter: what did you do with Jesus?
So….what will your answer be?
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