Children can be so curious, and rather energetic about it. I love to tell stories and to read stories, but sometimes those little brains and little bodies, are so busy it can be challenging to get them to even pay attention. Our attention spans have shrunk in the modern world and I observe this in kids a lot. In adults, too.
So our story starts with three little words, In the beginning. Wait, which beginning? When did it start? Who started it? Are there going to be pterodactyls? I like pterodactyls, but I think you’ve spelled it wrong.
In the beginning, meaning, at the start. How long ago was that? Was it 6000 ears ago or 60,000 or 6 million? Honestly kid, you’re just giving me a headache now and I’ve only read the first 3 words of our story. Sheesh, who would have thought the very word “beginning” could be so controversial?
Well, some people don’t believe that. Don’t believe what? In the beginning. How can you not believe the beginning, the start of our story? Every story must start somewhere! Would you rather I read this story backwards? I cannot start at the end and rewind the whole thing! I have issues people, I like my stories linear, with a beginning, a middle, and an end.
Seriously, today you have to teach people that all stories must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. They don’t know this anymore! Watch the news, you’ll see what I mean. Even people with degrees in journalism are just rambling about pointlessly, spewing forth disconnected words, nothing but click bait and propaganda.
So just scratch those last two controversial words,
the beginning. Let’s just make this a one word story, “In.”
In is a preposition, it is “used to indicate inclusion within space” or perhaps, “used to indicate motion or direction from outside to a point within” or “used to indicate object or purpose.”
Are you an object with purpose in motion? Do you have inclusion within space? Are you “in” some place? What is the nature of your reality, how much trust can you place in your own perceptions? Do you know where you are or why you are even here? If you do not care about such things, than our story is probably not for you. You may go about your business as a little bit of random flotsam floating about on the tide. We will all sing to you, row row row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream…
In. That one word, the very first word of our Word, summarizes the entire story, it provides us with the where, what, when, and why. It is the beginning, the middle, and the end. It denotes the very nature of our being, the place we are at right now, and it tells us why we are even reading the story in the first place.
Are you “in”? If you can ascertain the part where you are “in,” perhaps we can proceed.
Alas, this may well be the most controversial word in the whole book. And there are so many distractions! I googled the very definition of the word “in” and landed in 18 different rabbit rabbit holes. Human head found in spiritual shop. Serial killer dies in hospital. Naked woman arrested in freeway traffic.
See, even I cannot pay attention for five seconds.
One must make a commitment to be “in” this story. In the present. In His presence. This is a story about the here and now. He is the great I Am, not the “I was” or the “I will be.” Are you “in?”
But I believe in pterodactyls. Have you ever seen one? No, but they’re real. Perhaps, but if so, they’re also all dead, meaning they no longer exist, meaning they are not really “in” your story, meaning you have now placed your focus on something, declared your belief in it, and accepted it, sight unseen.
That’s called faith.
Faith is an odd thing, it works in the reverse too, as in you can have total faith in the fact that somethings do not exist, like love for instance. Some people have faith that falling in love is nothing more then random misfiring endorphins, little bliss hits of oxytocin. Love actually comes in a spray bottle these days. “Better living through chemistry” is a real thing in the modern world.
The first step in any great treasure hunt isn’t so much about having faith as it is about suspending our own disbelief and being quiet so we can listen to the story. We do not always know what we think we know, a disconcerting thought indeed, but rather comforting once you get used to it.