I was going to have a medical procedure that required I spend a lot of time laying down and I have the promise of an inevitable surgery that would lay me out for even longer.
Thus, I needed to move some things closer to my bed and some things farther away.
There was a headboard, a bookcase, and a nightstand all within arms reach.
What was important…and what wasn’t so important?
First, the books.
Charles Bowden…right here.
Assorted theological treatises… over there.
Way over there.
How the hell did Dave Hunt sneak in here?
Packer and Calvin are always close and that’s always good.
Even their names scare away demons…
Laptop on the nightstand, iPad next to it, phone right in the headboard, chargers all easy to plug in.
Make room for the cat and a small bottle of Crown sitting on a bible…it’s good for the heart in moderation, they say.
I’m set….but I’m not.
Where do I put the pictures?
My loved ones are way over there…beyond the books, and the electronic toys, and the stuff.
I need to move them close…closer than all the other things.
I want them right here.
I want them to be the first thing I see in the morning, the last before I close my eyes at night.
They matter more to me right now than anything else.
Then comes the epiphany…
I’ve lived my life lately with all the stuff close at hand and the people I care the most about…over there.
My life is spent online or in a book.
I’m either always writing one or reading one.
I allow people online to encourage or depress me and I put off the “live” people to accommodate them in their efforts.
I count their affirmation or scorn as meaning much…even though they disappear with a simple click of my mouse.
They are not really here.
I need to draw close to those who are.
Sometimes you have to face death to learn how to live.
Make your own application…