not knowing

 

IMGP0831When pondering the point of today’s post, I couldn’t help but feel for the families of Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370.  For 239 people to be gone… instantly… to have no idea what happened or where they are… to be completely unaware… there are few things more significant to focus on this day.  Then it donned on me what’s so troubling… and where so much of our discomfort currently, often lies.

In the modern “I Era” — meaning, the age of all things “I” — the internet, iPhones, and an abundant focus on self — we take pride in knowing everything.  Everything.

 

If you don’t know the answer, Google it.

If you can’t figure something out, look it up.

If you want to know what someone or something looks like, find their pic; it will be on the worldwide web somewhere.

In other words, we never have to go without knowing.  We think and feel like we know — and can know — it all.

But we don’t.

I paused last week coming across a brief nugget of truth, buried within a traditional passage read at many marriage ceremonies.  Embedded within the concept of what love is and what it’s not, is this tiny little line that speaks of human knowledge, ability, and also, limitation.  It reads:  “When the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.”

It goes on to say:  “When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.  When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.  For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall know fully…”

My point is that even as we grow, we still only “know in part.”  We don’t know it all.  And yet when mysteries linger — such as the intriguing whereabouts of Flight MH370 — our “I Era” bubbles assuming we know and are capable of knowing are quickly pierced.  We come face to face with the reality of the limitations of our knowledge.

Hence, I must ask:  where else is our knowledge limited?  And where else do we ignorantly assume we know that of which we are incapable?

… on global warming…

… on cloning…

… on what will happen next in the Middle East…

… on motives of individuals…

… on the extent certain policies impact the economy forever…

… on when and why nations cease to exist…

I am not attempting to be disrespectful or partisan in any way, friends.  I am simply asking the question.  My sense is that many are unwilling to ask the question.  Even more so, I believe we are often unwilling to acknowledge that we don’t — and can’t — know it all.  The unknowing makes us uncomfortable.

God bless the families of those aboard that fateful flight.  May they know something more soon.

Respectfully,

AR

 

life is short

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We’ve heard it lots:  life is short.  I suppose the idea that “life is short” is somewhat relative; however, what I do know is that life doesn’t last forever.  For everything there is a season… a time to be born, a time to die…

 

It’s hard to shake what’s happened to Malaysia Airlines flight MH370.  It seems to no longer exist… no longer on anyone’s radar screen.

There were 239 people on board…

Citizens of America, Australia, Austria, Canada, China, France, India, Indonesia, Italy, Malaysia, Netherlands, New Zealand, Russia, Taiwan, and Ukraine…  2 infants…  the oldest, age 79, I believe.

Vanished.

Gone.

In an instant.

What would their loved ones want to say to them now?  Better still, for those on that presumably tragic trajectory, what would they have said or done differently?  … what would they have done had they known such would be their last hour?

Would they have made a final phone call?  … expressing their love, respect, adoration, or forgiveness?

Would they have said a prayer?  … acknowledging One bigger, better, and more powerful and knowing than self?

Would they have spent intentional time in reflection? … focusing on what they have in common with others? … or would they still somehow have dwelt on differences that they once allowed to  divide?

The question is:  what would have been most important?

What if it was us? … what would we think?  … what would we do?  … what would we hope for and believe in if we truly realized life was short?

This is hard question, friends; it affects each and every one of us.  I sometimes think we live so much in the moment that we’re oblivious to life’s shortness.  In our world of instant gratification and lack of over-flowing gratitude — in our world that so often embraces dissension over unity in the name of personal passion — in a world where each of us have blatant blind spots — each of us — I feel like we’re missing something.  We’re missing the reality of the limitation of life; we don’t typically live with the end in mind.

As a friend’s elementary school daughter penned for a school project last week, “What if you woke up today with only the things that you thanked God for yesterday?”

Wow… through the minds of babes… that would certainly change what we said and did; would it not?  It would certainly amend our focus.

There was 1 American adult, Philip Wood, on board the fateful flight of Malaysia Airlines Saturday.  In the immediate aftermath, his mother’s words were as follows:  “I know in my heart that Philip’s with God.  Only people who know God can survive things like this.”

And from his brother:  “I just wanted to say to all the other families that are around the world:  we’re hurting; we know you’re hurting just as much, and we’re praying for you.”

I see a recognition of God… a submission to him… and an awareness of other people and what we have in common…

Life is short.

Respectfully,

AR