Life = Compromise

Recently, I had a big deadline, which I nearly missed, even after some long nights. They say a job will expand to fill the time allowed to it. I fall prey to this kind of thing all the time: getting caught up in the detail and missing the big picture – the thing’s got to get done!  In theory, if you set a task to a perfectionist, they will never complete it; it will take them forever. Since we humans are far from perfect, whatever we do will never be quite right. We’ll always miss the mark, even if it’s only by a whisker. So, to get anything done, we have to compromise:  take what we have been given, do with it what we can, in the time that we have available. And be done with it.

Spending too long editing this,

JcJ

PS. That doesn’t mean that compromise is good enough; it just means that we offer something, where might offer nothing.

The Paradox of OUR Time?

I heard a version of the text linked below before in a sermon and found a version of it recently on Facebook. It is a decade or so old but much of it still rings true for us today and has that characteristic of all wise sayings: it smacks of experience, suffering and observation and it articulates in few words what most of us think true but have trouble expressing in many words.

The Facebook post was attributed to the American comedian, George Carlin. Another site attributed a portion of it to the Dalai Lama! This article appears to get to the bottom of it and attributes it to one Dr. Bob Moorehead, formerly of Overlake Christian Church, and what’s described as the original full version can be found there but the page won’t let me cut and paste it for you here. Have a read; it says a lot about the times we live in.

Rather disturbingly, according to the said article, Dr. Moorehead was accused of sexually abusing 17 members of his – now – former congregation and resigned from his post in 1998.

The voice of the text juxtaposes aspects of the modern world that we call “progress” with the sad realities often resulting from them. It’s ironic not only that this piece has been corrupted as it meanders around the internet but also that the realities of the writer’s own life reflect the brokenness he outlines.

Whatever the origins, contemplating this thought-fodder, for sure,

JcJ