Mick's Minute

I don’t think much about water wells. Probably because I have never been without one. But if it weren’t for wells, we would have a lot less corn, a lot fewer cows, and my dishwasher wouldn’t work. They make land more usable and life more livable. And sometimes, wells run dry.

Water wells serve as a pretty good metaphor for our lives. 

Sometimes in life, we are just rocking it. We’re pumping at 1,500 gallons a minute. No matter what happens, we can make it work. 

Other times in life, we are just not. We are like dry wells. Life keeps pumping us for more and more and more, and we don’t have it to give. 

Once upon a time, there was a man named Elijah. He was a prophet of God in a time when things between God and His people were pretty ugly. People hated him, but Elijah was rocking it, and he had been for a long time. In the book of First Kings Chapter 18 in the Bible, Elijah had just come from what was probably the greatest moment of his entire life. But life kept happening, and he had nothing left to give. So not long after that, he found himself hiding from the world out in the desert, curled up on the shady side of some scrub brush, and praying to God. 

But in that moment, he did not pray some amazing, poetic, perfect prayer. He prayed to God and asked to die. In that moment, Elijah was a dry well. He had nothing left to give.

So he fell asleep. A while later, he was woken up by nothing less than an angel from Heaven. God had sent him dinner, right there in the desert. So Elijah ate, then went back to sleep. Then God sent him dinner again. Then God essentially sent him on a 5 week vacation that culminated with a meeting with God himself.

And in all of that, God never says one harsh word to him. He simply cares for Elijah and gives him what he needs.

I have learned a life-changing truth from this moment in Biblical history. 

Sometimes, it's ok to be a dry well. 

Sometimes people just don’t have anything left to give. That's ok. It makes for a great time to stop for a while and focus on the One who can give to you everything you need.

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Adam Nelson is a great Olympian from the United States. His event is the shot put. As a shot-putter, he made no money, had no fame, and wasn’t even offered Olympic training. When He graduated college he had the opportunity to become an investment banker and the opportunity to possibly play in the NFL.

He turned down both.

Because of his passion to win Olympic gold for the USA in the shot put he got a regular job and spent his days going to work at 6am, and then training until midnight. He would fly from sporting event to sporting event, hoping to win enough prize money to pay for his trip.

He was broke, but he was magnificent.

By the time the 2004 Olympic Games in Athens rolled around, he was the favorite to win the gold medal in shot put. The day finally came, and Adam Nelson found himself standing in the shot put ring in the ancient Greek stadium in Olympia, Greece, the very place where the Olympics began about 2,700 years before. Here he was, in the Olympics of Olympics, competing in the only event that would take place in the original olympic stadium from two millennia before, favored to win gold for his country. All those years of training and sacrifice had brought him to that moment. And in that moment, he was spectacular. He spun, hoisted his shot put, and screamed with emotion.

And he lost.

To be specific, he got second place and a silver medal.

Eventually, partly because of injury and partly because it was just time, he retired and settled into the regular life of a man with a regular job who had, once upon a time while his children were too young to remember, stood in the original Olympic stadium and chased a dream.

Fast forward nine years from the Athens Olympics. Adam Nelson is traveling on a business trip, and he gets a phone call from the United States Olympic Committee. They tell him that it has been discovered that the man who beat him at the Athens Olympics had used performance enhancing drugs to do so. The man had been stripped of his Olympic Gold Medal, and the Committee was trying to track Adam down so that they could give it to him, the rightful gold medal winner of the Athens Olympics in the shot put. As it turned out Adam Nelson had not trained and sacrificed to live his dream, and lost.

His dream had been stolen from him.

Nine years after he stood in the ring in Athens, a representative from the Olympic Committee delivered Adam his gold medal in front of a Burger King in the food court of the Atlanta airport. Today, Adam keeps that medal in a junk drawer somewhere at his house.

Here is the moral of the story for us non-Olympians; If you need for the world around you to be nice and play fair and just generally give you a smooth path upon which to live out your dreams, you should prepare for disappointment.

No matter how hard you work, that's not how life works. Instead, we must find our foundation in something certain. Something that is bigger than us and bigger than life, while at the same time being something that you can trust. A long time ago, God promised the world something like that. A prophecy in the book of Isaiah chapter twenty eight reads,

So this is what the Sovereign Lord says: “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone, a precious cornerstone for a sure foundation; the one who trusts will never be dismayed.”

-Isaiah 28:16

That stone turned out to be Jesus. And when you are ready to be honest about the fact that you need something bigger than you and bigger than life that you can trust, He is your answer.

Once upon a time in Oklahoma we had a neighbor with a strange hobby. She would record this super-boring painting show on her old VCR and then she would follow along, pausing and rewinding and pausing some more, trying to paint the picture that the guy on TV was painting.

As a little kid, it was the most excruciatingly boring thing I had ever seen in my life. It was literally like watching paint dry, and then rewinding and watching the same paint dry again.

To say the least, I did not get that.

The painting show was called “The Joy of Painting,” and it was hosted by an extremely puffy-haired and soft-spoken guy named Bob Ross. Every episode began with Bob standing in front of a blank canvas. Then he would talk and tell stories and paint up some “happy trees” as he called them. By the end of the show he would have created a beautiful nature scene, and the whole time he would talk and smile and tell you that you could do it too.

Fast forward thirty years or so to today and I have a bit of an awkward confession… Today, I love that show.

It's on Amazon Prime. I turn it on sometimes and just sit back and soak it up. It's like art therapy. It is calm, creative, and cool. At the end of an episode I almost actually believe that if I would just head off to Hobby Lobby and get some supplies, then with a fan brush and a little bit of Phthalo Blue I could paint anything I wanted to.

In every episode there is this moment in which the canvas on which Bob Ross is painting transforms as I watch from a project to a painting.

Up to that point, it’s just paint on a canvas. After that point, it's just finishing touches. But in that moment, it is as if the painting happens. I love that moment because it is so real. And yet, that moment is an illusion. That painting has been happening since the first brush stroke. In a sense, the painting was happening even before that, with every brush stroke that Bob Ross ever made and with every experience that ever made him. Yet, in that moment, it's like I see the painting happen.

I’m telling you all of that today because I want to tell you something about you. Right now, in this moment, you are happening.

Maybe your life feels like a classic renaissance painting, like the Mona Lisa, with traditional lines and everything in perfect perspective. Maybe your life is like one of those Salvador Dali paintings where everything is so bent up and out of place that its dysfunction is what makes it beautiful. Maybe your life is so abstract that even if the whole world looks at it almost no one will ever get it, but that's part of what makes it so awesome.

In addition to whatever style of art you seem to be, you are also in some stage of the happening. Maybe you feel like a blank canvas that is just starting to be filled in, far from the moment in which you feel like you’ve really become anything yet. Maybe you feel like you're pretty much finished except for a stroke or two. Whatever style you think you are or stage you think you are in, the undoubtable fact is that you are happening.

And like every work of art, there is an artist at work in the making of you.

We call him God, and for whatever else that you are or wish you were (or weren’t), you are a unique masterpiece of His that is a part of the greatest collection of art that the universe will ever know.

But unlike Bob Ross’ canvases, you are neither blank nor passive.

You come into life pre-painted to some degree, and you have the ability in life to participate in your own making. On the down side, you have the ability to destroy yourself. In many ways, you already have. Yet God, this Master Artist of the Universe, is not done. He has the ability to make all things new, and He sent His Son Jesus into the world to clear our canvases of every imperfection. Right now in this moment you are still happening because the Artist is still working.

Cooperate with the Master Artist in the making of you. You are too important to be left to inferior hands, even your own.

There is a creature in this world called a barnacle goose.

If you ever meet one (and if it will let you) you should give it a pat on the head because every living barnacle goose has had at least one very bad day. Barnacle geese are largely from Greenland where there are no trees and arctic foxes quickly raid any next laid upon the ground. Barnacle geese solve that problem by flying up and building their nests on rocky crags a few hundred feet above the ground. That is a great plan, and works brilliantly until exactly three days after their chicks hatch.

But that is when things get complicated.

Barnacle geese, like all geese, do not feed their babies in the nest. All geese lead their babies to food. That is the reason you sometimes see a goose swimming across a pond with all her goslings bobbing around behind her. So at the ripe old age of three days, every newborn barnacle goose needs to leave the nest to go eat. But they are on rocky ledges about 300 feet off the ground.

Here is where the bad day comes in.

The mother goose solves this problem by flying gently down to the ground, and honking at her goslings to follow her. Then the baby geese, who cannot fly, waddle over to the edge of the crag and jump in her direction. Then they fall those hundreds of feet. As they fall they smash upon the rocks. And a significant percentage of them die. The rest of them sorely hobble around until they find their mother, and then waddle off behind her to find some grass to eat.

In my book, that's a bad day.

But for some of those little geese, it gets even worse! When they jump from the nest, many of the baby geese don’t make it all the way down on the first try. They fall part way down, smash into a ledge, and stop. Then they have an even worse decision to make than they had a first. Ten seconds prior when they jumped from the first ledge there were things about life that they did not know. They did not know they couldn’t fly. They did know what gravity was. They did not know pain. But now here they are, only ten seconds older and yet much much wiser, having painfully learned all of these things. And in the fullness of that knowledge… they have to jump again!

Have you ever had that kind of bad day?

The kind of bad day in which you know what you have to do, you know that it is going to be awful awful, and yet, there is no other way forward. I know you have, because we all have. Its such a common and important experience of life that psychologists have invented a term to describe the experience. They call it delayed gratification.

Delayed gratification is the choice to do something hard now because it is going to bring you something better later.

Delayed gratification is the reason why people work hard at jobs they don’t particularly like, or practice hard even though today isn’t game day. It is the reason why people go to college, and save up for retirement or vacations. And it is a very important thing. A lot of success in life depends on people’s willingness to choose delayed gratification.

The much more tempting approach to life is to choose instant gratification. Instant gratification is the choice to do whatever feels the best or at least the least bad right now. Instant gratification is the reason why people stop going to work even though they have bills to pay, or why people feed their addictions even though they are destroying their lives. It is the reason why people stay up a few extra hours playing video games even though they’re supposed to be up early the next morning. And it is a big problem in life. A lot of life’s failures can be traced back to our patterns of choosing the easiest path in the moment rather than the right path for success.

Sometimes in life, bad days are just bad days. But sometimes, bad days are very important moments. Moments in which we choose either to continue on the easier road to the life we don’t want, or we choose to do hard and scary things as we seek out the lives we do want. Sometimes the ground is far away, the rocks are really sharp, and we still need to jump.

“For the joy set before him [Jesus] endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

Hebrews 12:2

I am thinking about what makes a place home.

At first I thought that the answer to that question would be pretty simple. But it really isn’t. If you look around, there are two very different ways that people answer that question.

Many people go by the motto that home is where your heart is. From this perspective, home is typically the place where you are from. Or more specifically, home is the place that identifies who you are. That is usually the place where you grew up, but it might be a place that you never even lived that is still an important part of your personal identity. Like your great-grandparents original homestead, for example.

I live in the Sand Hills of Nebraska. Very often here in the Sand Hills people who haven’t lived here in decades will have their bodies sent back here to be buried after they die. That is a function of this belief that home is where your heart is. That idea that home is where the heart is lives deeply inside of many of us.

For me, I grew up in the other camp. I grew up believing that home is where you hang your hat. We moved around a lot and my dad’s job was the kind where we weren’t really expected to be around for long in the places we lived. So for us home was simply a matter of temporary location. Wherever we were, that was home. And for many people out there, this is the accepted view. From this perspective, home is nothing more or less than the place where you live.

Not surprisingly, people who say that home is where your heart is and people who say that home is where you hang your hat tend to have very different views on what makes a place home.

But I suggest that we take that debate to a whole new level. I believe that when we say that home is where your heart is, we are grounding our view of home too much in the past. And I believe that when we say home is where you hang your hat, we are grounding our view of home too much in the present.

I think that instead of understanding home as being something from our past or something from our present, we should understand home as being something from our future.

To this end, I suggest a new saying about home. Home is where you’re headed.

The book of Hebrews chapter 11 is a remarkable section of the Bible. It is about this thing we call faith which is, in a nutshell, the only way throughout history that people have been able to relate to God. Faith means that we trust Him, that we believe Him, that we accept Him. Faith is all of those things wrapped up together. And in this one chapter, we get a fast-forwarded tour of faithful people throughout all of Biblical history.

The thing we see about all these people in the midst of all the very different circumstances of their lives is that they find their ultimate hope and identity and their ultimate home not in the past or the present, but in the future.

For example, regarding a super-important guy named Abraham from the Old Testament we read, “By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.”

Hebrews 11:8-10

A few sentences later we read, “All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance. And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had the opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.”

Hebrews 11:13-16

For the faithful people singled out in this powerful chapter of the Bible, home was not a nostalgic idea from the past, or a ho-hum acceptance of the present. For these people, home is where they were headed.

Because they found their home in their faith God, they lived their lives neither wishing for the past nor lost in the present, but moving steadily, hopefully, and faithfully toward their guaranteed future. And I promise you, the thing that God built for them and is building for us is greater than anything we could ever build for ourselves.

Therefore, regardless if you call home a patch of land where your great-grandparents set fence posts or just some house or apartment where you haven’t even paid your second month's rent yet, my curiosity is grounded neither in where you come from nor where you are.

I’m curious about where you are headed.

Who are you living for, and where is it taking you? Who is building the house where you are going to spend eternity, and who are you trusting to take you there? If we are going to figure out what makes a place home, we must first figure out what and who we have faith in.

My advice? Have faith in Jesus. He has made an eternal home for us and made the only way for us to get there, which is through faith. For me, I have decided not to live as if home is where I hang my hat and I have also decided not to live as if home is where my heart is. For me, home is where I am headed. How about you?

Tubing down a river is a beautiful thing.

A tube is a perfect device on which to float down a river because it does two jobs really well. First, it floats. That’s important if you swim like I do. Secondly, because of its shape a tube catches a lot of current. That combination makes a trusty old inner tube the perfect device upon which to float lazily down a river.

If you ever try to tube up a river, however, you will discover instantly that your tube isn’t your friend anymore. No matter how hard you try it is pretty much impossible to float upstream on a tube.

In life we have a very similar problem.

Most of the time, we just float with the current. Wherever life goes, we go with it. But sometimes, we don’t like where our lives are going. But when we try to reverse course and go upstream for a while, everything gets really, really hard, and not only can we not float upstream, we can’t even just stay still.

Whenever we challenge the current of life, we discover that our lives are shaped very well for going with the current, and very badly for going against it.

One of the things that I love about Jesus is that He is the answer to that problem. When a person gives their life to Him, then Jesus becomes an anchor of safety in our lives. And He also begins to reshape us. Instead of being people who are basically slaves to the current to life, we are redesigned so that we can float towards Him no matter what direction the current is pushing us.

If you’re feeling stuck in a bad current of life, He is the answer for that. And many other things.

When you’re ready for Him, He’s ready for you.

Every house has a lawn full of grass. Yet I can think of exactly one person that I know who says that they enjoy mowing their yard.

For that one guy, mowing his yard is a hobby. And maybe for a few others also. But for the rest of us, we do not mow our yards because we specifically enjoy it or look forward to it. We mow our yards because we like having a nice yard.

For most of us, mowing the lawn is not something we particularly want. Having a mowed yard is what we want.

We don’t do it because we like it. We do it because it's worth it.

In that reality lies a very important challenge. Sometimes in life, the only thing standing between where you are and where you want to be is something that you don’t want to do.

Maybe you’re a person who has some bills to pay and you want to be a person whose bills are paid, but standing between where you are and where you want to be is a long week of work at a job you don’t necessarily like.

Maybe you’re a person who has a health issue and you want to be a person who doesn’t have a health issue, but standing between where you are and where you want to be are some treatment options that sound pretty unpleasant.

Maybe you’re a person whose life is falling apart and you want to be a person whose life is coming back together, but standing between where you are and where you want to be are some really important choices that you need to make and follow through with.

In all of those cases and many, many more you are like the person standing in tall grass who wants a nice yard but doesn’t like to mow. Chances are you can probably get to where you want to be. You just have to do something that you don’t want to do to get there.

As I ponder that I am encouraged by the fact that once upon a time, Jesus had a very similar problem. It was night time, and He was in such a tight spot that He was literally sweating blood. He was on a hill in a grove of trees, surrounded by a world of people who were hopelessly doomed. Because of their sins, they and every other person that would ever lived were condemned inescapably to Hell.

But Jesus was no regular guy. He was and is the Son of God come from Heaven, and the reason He came was to offer rescue and real life forever to these people, and all people.

He knew that standing between the doom that all people are born into and the freedom and real life that He wanted for us was something horrible for Him. The hard thing standing between where we were and where He wanted us to be was His own horrible death. If there was going to be any hope for us He had to die as a sacrifice for our sins.

So He sat on that hilltop. Under those trees. Waiting for the bad guys to come and take Him to torture Him and murder Him. And he prayed.

To His Father in Heaven He said basically, “God, if there is any other way, I don’t want to do this.”

It was the only way, just like He knew it was. And He was willing. He did the hard thing of dying as a sacrificial trade. His death so that we could have real life.

Jesus died. Then He came back to life, and ascended into Heaven. In the book of Hebrews as people were already going out all over the world to announce the truth of this amazing salvation, we get a glimpse into the mind of Jesus. A glimpse at His motivation as He was choosing to do the hard thing.

“For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

-Hebrews 12:2

He did the hard thing for the joy of what would come after. And do you know what the “joy” was?

Personally, I think His joy was you.

As you gaze into your own life and consider where you are, where you want to be, and the hard things that may lie in between, I have two thoughts. First, if the thing you want is the right thing, then the hard things in between are worth it. Second and far more importantly, Jesus has already done the hardest thing that you need the most and could never do for yourself.

If you are willing to get honest with God about the hard truth that you are a sinner, and you are willing to choose to believe that Jesus came and died to be your Savior, then you are going to have the privilege of following Him into a new life forever.

It is as if Jesus is standing there waiting for your permission to mow the overgrown, tangled up lawn of your soul. And you just get to say yes.

What a life.

I have a bit of an odd interest in things that are together, but don’t go together. If that makes sense. A small storm cloud surrounded by blue sky. A run-down house in a nice neighborhood. An Iowa fan in the middle of the Husker student section.

Weird and out of place things like that are, for whatever reason, really interesting to me.

Once upon a time in Montana there was a meek, soft-spoken, 83-year-old man named Eugene Peterson. He was famous for writing a book that is a super-famous re-telling of the whole Bible, called The Message. Somewhere else in the world right now there is a 60-year-old Irishman named Paul. And he is basically the opposite of Eugene Peterson. He is loud, flashy, and a rock star. For decades, the world has known Him as Bono, the lead singer of the band U2.

But as it turns out, Bono the rock star and Eugene Peterson the scholar were friends. Bono started trying to contact Eugene Peterson years ago after he started to read The Message, and they remained friends for the remainder of Eugene Peterson’s life.

A few years ago, Bono came to Montana to spend a day with the Petersons at their lake house. A camera crew came, filmed the whole thing, and made a short documentary about it.

Eugene Peterson is standing at his front door in a blue button-up shirt and khaki pants, with an olive green coffee maker percolating in the kitchen. And here comes Bono in tinted glasses and tinted hair and two mismatched gold earrings looking like he just got off stage from a fashion show for aging rock stars.

When these two guys come into the picture together, It's like watching a middle-aged peacock meet an old turtle. Like seeing a hipster in a brand new BMW and an old truck driver getting snowed in at the same little gas station. Like two different worlds colliding.

And yet there is this undertone of connection between them that is spectacular.

Very quickly you see that they have two things in common that bridge all the divides between them. The first is that they are both passionate and vocal Christians. The second is that they are both artists. At heart they are both artists who want to know and proclaim and live out the greatness of God in life, even though they do it in totally different ways.

As I think about them, and me, and us, I am reminded of a couple things.

For the most part, we are not artists. Or at least we don’t think of ourselves that way. We tend to pride ourselves on being straight-forward people who live our lives as best we can with what we’ve got to work with. And There is something valuable and important in that view of ourselves that we should celebrate.

But very often as we go about this work of trying to plainly live our lives, we get lost.

We fail to see ourselves for what we are, life for what it is, and ultimately God for who He is. And that is where guys like Bono and Eugene Peterson can become tremendously helpful for us.

We live in the midst of an indescribable happening. Yet it is so common to us that we usually don’t even see it.

Right now in this moment, as we are driving and working, and sitting, and shopping, both the greatest tragedy in history and the greatest rescue in history are unfolding simultaneously. In the tragedy, life is spiraling out of control. We are sick, sad, hateful, hurtful, and hopeless. Yet even in the midst of the worst of all of that, God is working to call us to Him and to make all things new.

So often as we seek to live plainly, we live blindly. Unaware of the tragedy that is destroying us and the God who is working to save us.

Let's be artists for a while. May we open our eyes to see, and search together for this God who saves.

I’m not much of a joiner, but there is at least one organization in this world that I would like to be a part of. It is an international organization called the Cloud Appreciation Society.

The membership process is as follows:

1. Sign up.

2. Wait for your membership badge to arrive in the mail.

3. Go out, find a comfortable place to sit or lay down, and watch the clouds.

You watch the clouds. Not for any scientific purpose. Not to predict the weather. If you are a member of the Cloud Appreciation Society, you go out and watch the clouds just because it's fun and majestic and relaxing.

I think cloud watching sounds like a great pastime. But I don’t do that. Not because I don’t have a membership badge to some silly organization. I don’t do it for many of the same reasons that you probably don’t do some things that you would like to do. We talk about time and we talk about money and we talk about other obligations, and each of those things are important in their own way. But ultimately, many of us simply choose not to invest in ourselves. It may be the case that you even feel guilty at the thought of doing something that is basically just for you.

If you are a self-centered person who demands that other people sacrifice themselves to make your life what you want it to be, this message isn’t really for you. But if you are one of the many people out there who spends your life working and sacrificing and have done that for so long that you actually feel guilty at the thought of doing something just for you, I have some very important theological news for you.

You matter.

Before you ever do anything or say anything or help anybody or try and be a good person, or whatever, you just matter.

Therefore, I have a challenge for you. Treat yourself today like you are important. Do something just because it's good for you, even if it doesn’t work at all well with all of your other obligations. Watch some clouds, go fishing, build something, read a book, go to rehab. Whatever it is, do it. And do it because you matter.

Treat other people like they matter, as well. And while you’re at it, remember this— God thinks you matter too. And He did something to prove it. He sent His only Son Jesus to die for our sins, so that we could accept Him and be set free. And one day He’s going to come back for His people—through the clouds, in fact.

And who knows, maybe we’ll be out there watching.

Recently I stumbled across an interesting discovery. I walked up to the edge of an embankment out in a pasture and there, at the bottom of the embankment, was an old car.

Think about that.

Once upon a time, this old car was a tremendous feat of human accomplishment. It was as sleek, powerful, comfortable, and cool as anything that people had ever made. It had been meticulously designed, engineered, produced, and marketed. Someone had handed over a lot of hard-earned money and proudly driven that car home and parked it in their driveway. Imagine their smile as they showed it off to their friends.

And yet, the last time a human being paid any attention to that car, they were literally pushing it over a cliff just to get it out of their sight.

That's not uncommon. The country around us is littered with old houses and barns and cars and equipment that were once prized and valuable possessions, but are now junk. Isn’t it fascinating that today's treasures are destined to be tomorrow's trash? It's an old problem that people have struggled with for a long time. You work your whole life away to discover that nothing has really changed and your life hasn’t really seemed to matter.

The book of Ecclesiastes in the Bible is basically one long complaint about this particular oddity of life. In the first chapter, we read;

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.

-Ecclesiastes 1:9-11

It is sobering to think that right now we are spending today's effort on tomorrow's junk.

But as I think about that car at the bottom of the embankment and all that it represents, personally, I am not hopeless. I’m OK with the fact that life is bigger than me. I’m OK with the fact that my own great-great grand-kids probably won’t even know my name. I really am.

What I am as I consider that old forgotten worthless car, is mindful. It makes me think. Specifically, it makes me think about what matters in life, and it challenges me to invest my life in those things.

And for me, I know what matters. God matters, and people matter. Those are the two things in life that are really worth investing in. And helping people get connected to God? For me, that's the best thing of all.