Why did that have to change? It was so good, the way it was.
I had a very interesting day yesterday. It started off in a rather rough way as I sat through a presentation on fundraising for ministry. It left me asking a simple question – this has to change somehow.
My oldest son than called me in a very excited voice to tell me that next week, her class was going to try something new for the entire week. She said that her teacher said that things were going to be different so come prepared. Maris is so excited about the change that she can’t wait for Friday.
Do you remember how excited you and I were about change?
Do you remember that first computer that you worked on in school? The Apple Iic with the green monitor that could promised one day to do more than just program it to write your name 10 times on the green screen. A few days ago, Apple released a new laptop that can fit into a manilla envelope. Change is good here.
Do you remember that first cell phone that you had? The one that I had couldn’t fit in my jeans pocket or even fit in the glove box that I have in the car now. The cell phone promised to make our lives easier and now as I feel my Blackberry vibrating my pocket, I am more connected then ever around the world. Change seems to be good here.
Do you remember how you hoped that your home church growing up would sing those choruses that were in the folder because they just had a good sound to them? Do you remember that? Do you remember the overhead projector which gave way to the projector and now to the LCD screen? Change seems o’k here.
Well, last night I went into a familiar department store to pick up something that we don’t have in Canada so a lot of times on these trips, I have a little list of stuff that I always need to pick up. So, I went to pick it up and it wasn’t there.
I wasted time looking back and forth at the place that I can always find it at and it wasn’t there. I rechecked and re-traced my steps continually to make sure that I didn’t just over-look it. It was moved or something and I was getting frustrated. Finally, in my frustration, I asked a store clerk where it was and she uttered these potent words – “we moved it and changed the location because it makes more sense to have it over here.”
Now, before you take this the wrong way and jump to your own conclusions, I simply want to challenge you with something that I was confronted with in the car as I sat there debriefing my minor frustration.
My son is so excited about change because change to her usually means a couple of things. It means that it is new endeavor and adventure and it also usually means that something better will come out from it.
So, here’s the question – where you are faced with change in life, how do you respond? Do you respond (like that guy over there in your church) who doesn’t even give change a try or do you respond like a child who just thinks that the adventure and discovery along the journey is worth the change itself.