In the Transformers movies, one of the main protagonists is named Bumble Bee. Bumble Bee, it seems, has suffered some sort of damage to his ability to talk. It’s a little strange, because we see some of his team mates get ripped apart and battered unimaginably. Most of them are fixed, but Bumble Bee is left with out a voice.
Perhaps Bumble Bee has a really annoying voice and nobody wants to hear it. Or maybe he does not have the right robot insurance or something. Anyway…
Bumble Bee compensates by stealing phrases off the radio and putting them together to say what he wants to say. And this is my point, why I have subjected you to perhaps the geekiest blog intro ever.
Some of them when I pray, I feel a little like Bumble Bee. My prayers evoke what feels like a response from outside of me. But it feels like this outside presence is using my own memories like Bumble Bee uses the radio, it feels like memories, words etc. that are already inside my mind are strung together in new ways.
This way of progressing does not merely repeat things back at me that I think I already new. The context within my life, and the juxtapositions of the different phrases etc. brings out a legitimately new understanding.
That was more of the geeky introduction, in case you like to keep track of such things. But don’t worry. The introduction is now officially over.
When I was praying yesterday, I had this experience, of God speaking to me through that which I already know.
His message was liberating and terrifying; at first heartening and then as I pondered it… really hard.
I realized how little truly matters.
It doesn’t matter what I wear, what I buy, what my house looks like. And doesn’t matter if I’m ugly. It doesn’t matter if I’m educated.
It doesn’t matter who I know. Mostly, it doesn’t matter what I know. It does not matter what my life experiences are.
It doesn’t matter if I am deeply loved by those around me.
In the final analysis, I am powerless to determine all these things. Through the actions I take (and the ones I don’t take) I can stack the deck a little bit, too increase my likelihood of how all those things turn out.
But the final deal is God’s. And the way he deals all those things out will emphasize the point: none of that matters. Even the last one. It just doesn’t matter how much people love me.
All that matters is how much I love others. Deeply love them, love them in wisdom and truth. Love them as unconditionally as I can.
In the end, we will be lead to a cross. Will we follow His example and pour out our love once we are hanging from it?