I always wanted to shop at Costco when I was single. After all, who wouldn’t want 47 Cliff Bars for the price of ten?
The problem was, no matter how much I loved a snack that was sold at Costco, if I bought in bulk, and tried to eat the whole thing by myself, I would get 3/4 of the way through the box or bag and begin to hate the thing I used to love. I wouldn’t even finish the container before I realized that the mere sight of the snack that used to make me so excited, now made me want to vomit.
The same thing has happened to me with Starbucks.
I’ve been working there for about five months, and somewhere around the three month mark, the coffee started to lose it’s luster. I would make my 200th latte for the day and think to myself, as I was handing it to the customer — I can’t believe you paid $4 for this. Something about having access to more lattes than a person could ever need, or want, or even drink, for free, makes you drink one too many.
It takes what used to be a treat, a luxury, and turns it into just another boring day.
The thought occurred to me the other day
–that’s what makes something luxurious, isn’t it? The scarcity of it?
If I had a whole day to do anything I wanted, it would go something like this. I would wake up around 7am (rested — because I went to sleep on time the night before) and go for a long hike or run. I’d come back to the house, make a big brunch of scrambled eggs and bagels, with coffee in a french press. I’d spend the afternoon browsing thrift stores, maybe Target, and wandering the aisles of Whole Foods — only buying a few things I found irresistible.
I’d come home, around 5:00, with my treasures, and make a big dinner with my favorite person (or couple of people), a meal consisting of foods that, in no universe, should be considered a meal when put together.
Chips and guacamole. Brussels sprouts. Hummus. Dark chocolate. Probably a beer or glass of wine. Maybe even two.
We’d sit around and have great conversation, the kind that makes you think about life and love and the meaning of existence.
We might all watch a movie, but I’d fall asleep halfway through.
That’s my perfect day.
My “perfect” day might seem weird to you
— but my perfect day and your perfect day have one thing in common. They don’t happen very often. Think about it. When was the last time you had a day that seemed “perfect” to you? Mine was months ago.
But isn’t that the point? Isn’t it the scarcity of “perfect” days that make them seem so desirable?
Sometimes, I complain that life is boring, and I try to do things to make it more exciting. I blame it on my boring job, or my boring apartment, or my boring stuff and I figure I must be doing something wrong. If I were doing the right things, I would be experiencing God in amazing ways — wouldn’t I?
It’s true that there are some things I can do things to make my life more exciting. I got married to a man I met on the internet, four months after I met him. We moved our life across the country, nine days after our wedding. That made for some “excitement” (to say the least).
Sometimes taking ownership over a “boring” life is exactly what we need to break out of our “life is boring” attitude.
The problem is that, exciting experiences, in an of themselves, don’t constitute a life of meaning.
You can do all kinds of exciting things without much direction — and still be bored out of your mind.
If we depend on the “highs” of life to dictate our spiritual walk, we’re actually worshipping experiences more than we’re worshipping Jesus — the God of the everyday, the right here, right now, the God who is with you no matter what you’re experiencing. If we’re waiting for something “exciting” to happen in order to see that God is real, we might be waiting around for nothing.
LIfe is full of highs and lows, and in-betweens.
We can experience God in all of those places.
It isn’t until we stop waiting for all of life to be super thrilling that we realize that all of life is supernatural — full of the Spirit of God at work in our lives and in the lives of those around us.
Open your eyes to it. You’ll see it. I promise.
Question: What is your perfect day? When is the last time you had one?