I don’t approve of gambling. Especially the lottery. It seems to me absurd that the Great State of Ohio, as it is called, or indeed anybody, should make money off of other peoples’ ignorance and misfortune.
But it occurred to me today that we are all gambling.
I read Parke’s post on Living the Fairytale, and the last two lines invoked a gut level response in me.
“Maybe there was hope after all the brokenness though. Maybe the impossible does happen more often than we know.”
My immediate response? Well, there had better be. Why? Why had there better be miracles? Why had there better be a fantastic, unbelieveable, beyond-all-hope rescue, a fairy-tale ending, at the end of Life’s story?
Because it is my only hope. I live my life on the chance that there will be a rescue. I’m hanging on for dear life, just like those people who climbed to their rooftops to escape the flooding of New Orleans, and prayed for a helicopter.
So that’s what I’m staking my life on. I’m betting that God exists, and that if I can just hang on long enough he’ll come through. I sure hope I’m right, because I’ve put all my eggs in one basket; betting it all on one number.
So what are you betting on?
December 18th, 2006 at 3:03 pm
We are all certainly taking a measure of a gamble, especially when viewed by those who don’t agree with us. I guess when I wrote the above post I thought about the fact of letting go of false impressions that is a part of the oft repeated “dying to self” that is so cryptic to modern readers. We believe that the air is full of the supernatural, but we very often don’t understand or internalize the wonder that comes with this. To borrow the words of Mute Math, it’s the “beautiful surrender” to a sense of reality that I find myself regularly going through. Glad to hear this encouraged some good thoughts.