The other night, I was mindlessly flipping through the television channels trying to find something I hadn’t seen before (these days, it seems like I’ve seen the new before too). Anyway, I stopped and watched a juggler perform his act. I’ve always been fascinated with juggling because I’m so clumsy when it comes to my hand/eye coordination. I’ve never been able to get the hang of juggling.
But this guy – this guy was good. First, he started off juggling balls. No big deal. This was the kind of three ball juggling you can see anywhere. Sure, he did a few slight hand tricks, such as bouncing one ball in between the hand passes, but overall, the first part of the show was rather routine.
Once he got warmed up, he called out to his assistant, and she started adding things to the juggling routine. When he nodded his head, she started throwing eggs into the juggling pattern. Now, he’s juggling three balls and two raw eggs. Honestly, I don’t see how he’s going to get out of this one. How can you catch three balls and two eggs without dropping something?
He called once more to his assistant, and she tossed him a small baseball bat. After a few rounds of twirling everything in the air, he hit all three balls out of his juggling pattern and caught the eggs with one hand and the bat with the other.
He then took his first bow. The juggler went on to juggle lit fire torches, running chain saws, and small axes. Each item seemed to become more dangerous than the first.
Then, I leaned up and started paying real attention to how this juggler managed his act. I realized I was watching an answer to my prayers.
Let me explain. These past few months have been awful for me. I understand they’ve been bad for a lot of people, but I’m a pastor. Things are not supposed to be hard for me. I have staff and members who count on me. I’m like the pilot of an airplane. I’m not supposed to panic or get scared. The team counts on me to be in control of the moment. My family counts on me to be in charge of the moment.
We can argue about whether that expectation is realistic, fair or accurate, but for right now, we’ll just have to agree that it is what it is.
In March, the tornadoes hit. Right after that, we had to shut down for the pandemic quarantine. Since then, we’ve bounced between optimism and despair. Some days, we think we’re going to re-open and get back to normal. Other days, we’re told we may not reopen until sometime in 2021, and we start thinking we’ll never get back to normal.
Now, add my ADD to all of this. While I’ve never been officially diagnosed with ADD, my family and friends tell me I’m a poster child for it. I, on the other hand, contend I’m just interested in a lot of things – all at the same time. Anyway, my need for stimulation has made the quarantine very, very long.
Now, back to the juggler. My frustration and lack of patience had been the source of a lot of my prayers. I was asking for a better way to deal with life as I was experiencing it. I’ve never been very good with patience and perseverance, now I was failing at this daily.
Then, I saw the juggler, and in him, I saw an answer to my prayers. Follow with me.
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Source: Christianity Today