Every morning when I get up I...
walk to the bathroom
brush aside the shower curtain in order to grab my face soap and washcloth.
turn on the water in the bathroom sink
wait for the water to get warm
wash my face
put the soap and washcloth back
put in my contacts
put on deoderant
wet my hair and slap a little bit of gel in it in order to get rid of that horrendous bedhead
brush my teeth
go back to the room and get dressed
It never changes. I do the exact same thing in the exact same order every morning. I don't think about it. I just do it.
How much of our life is routine? More than we probably realize.
When you live in a fallen world, life often throws curveballs. There is traffic where the streets are supposed to be open. We get unexpected phone calls, flat tires and pop quizzes. It rains when Bob Breck says it will be sunny.
Or the hurricane that he says will turn northward and go into the Atlantic hits New Orleans.
Routine is about security and control. It is often the only controllable thing in our uncontrollable lives. Whether it is driving to school every morning, watching your favorite weekly show or going to the beach every third week in July, it is important. In fact, we have no clue how important to our general well-being these mindless activities can be.
At least, until you lose it all.
Five months later, I find myself in this place where I just want my pre-Katrina routine back. Yet so much will never be the same. Every Friday night my extended family gets together.
Every Friday my entire life. That's twenty eight years.
We would gather at my grandmother's house, go out to eat and enjoy each other's presence.
We recently started up the tradition again.
My grandmother's house was under eight feet of water. Her house was on edge of the 17th st. Canal in West End. So, tonight we are going to meet at my cousin Forrest's house.
His
temporary house that is. His house had ten feet.
It's not the same. It will never be the same.
It is scary how our spiritual lives usually go the way of the rest of our life. My spiritual routines/disciplines have been shattered as well. Sunday mornings don't look the same. Wednesday nights don't look the same. So many people are missing...and not just those who are still evacuated.
We're all scared to reenter our routines. We know that things will never be the same, don't we?
It's time to stop mourning the death of our old lives and begin cultivating our new ones.
It's hard to start new routines. Ever kept a New Year's resolution?
Me neither.
So I'm not asking you to get back in the saddle. I'm asking you to throw out the old saddle (it's probably moldly anyway) and buy a new one.
Just like so much that was flooded by the storm, our lives needed a fresh start.
Pretend that you just moved to a new city and you are starting over.
That is in effect that is happening.
Make new friends. Get involved. Begin anew.
Start over with God too. I'm sure there is a lot that you which you could change. Take a chance.
Hi Jesus. My name is Doug. I need You to cleanse me and redeem my sorry life. Get rid of the garbage that I hate about who I am. Let's get to know one another. I want to be with You. Thanks for caring.
Amen.