Well, not always.
Sometimes you just want to get things over with.
Like when you are 7 years old reading the Bible portion aloud at the dinner table, and the verses go like this:
"...Abraham begat Isaac; and Isaac begat Jacob; and Jacob begat Judas and his brethren, and Judas begat Phares, etc."
As a child, I always wondered why the Bible contained those boring genealogies.
How did they pronounce those names back then anyhow?
And I was always curious why the people who lived
in the thousands of years before the global flood disaster lived so long,
when afterwards lives became drastically shorter?
"...all the days of Jared were nine hundred sixty and two years: and he died.
And Enoch lived sixty and five years, and begat Methuselah:
And Enoch walked with God after he begat Methuselah three hundred years, and begat sons and daughters:
And all the days of Enoch were three hundred sixty and five years:
And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.
And Methuselah lived an hundred eighty and seven years, and begat Lamech.
And Methuselah lived after he begat Lamech seven hundred eighty and two years, and begat sons and daughters:
And all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred sixty and nine years: and he died."
Those original gentlemen averaged over nine-hundred years old!!!
Adam: 930 years old
Seth: 912 years old
Enos: 905 years old
Cainan: 910 years old
Mahalaleel: 895 years old
Jared: 962 years old
Methuselah: 969 years old
But there was an anomaly: Enoch (Methuselah's dad) only lived to be 365.
A mere third of his elders age, Enoch was a "young lad" when he passed out of this world.
His father Jared had to wait almost five-hundred years to be reunited with his son.
"And Jared lived after he begat Enoch eight hundred years, and begat sons and daughters..."
Can you imagine? In those days being a teenager meant you were between 100 and 190 years old!
For the first five-hundred years your entire family stayed alive.
I suppose this world seemed almost forever permanent
...people probably didn't even have a word
You only worried about death after about 800 years
...and even then there were another hundred years to go.
I suppose in our day it is somewhat the same. When you are young, you think life is good and will get better.
We want God to make things better here
...to save us here
...to keep us here
As I have traveled "over the hill" my perspective changes. I comprehend that here
is very temporary.
That I am wearing out, growing old, and will eventually leave this world.
Possibly that is how Noah's family felt, after the flood, when abruptly people started to age faster.
Talk about the effects of global climate change!
Accelerated aging was probably not an enjoyable trade for feeling a warmer sun and seeing rainbows
Suddenly sixty year old "lads" started feeling like six hundred
Like taking a five-hundred year forward "time-trip" practically overnight.
Up till now, I thought I understood how perspective changed with progressing age.
But nothing in my prior forty years prepared me for the shock of losing Jaymun.
Even now from time to time when I think about Jaymun, how vibrant he was, the miracles we had, the traumatic events of his passing,
and the eternal hope of meeting him again with Jesus, afterwards it feels like I've been in a time warp that has evaporated my bodily energy and brought
me dizzy over the bridge
from memories to faith.
I feel like Noah's great-great grandson Peleg
probably felt, crossing a thousand years in only two-hundred thirty-nine.
We spanned that with Jaymun in three years.
And this morning in thirty minutes
I covered the same territory while watching his videos and reading his stories.
I'm sure it was that way for Jared and Methuselah when Enoch disappeared. Grandfather and Grandson probably wondered why God wanted Enoch to be
with Him already after such a short time here, and were both suddenly confronted with realities more eventful
than their own expected nine-hundred year lives.
Compacted into moments is a vast, intense journey authenticated by the passing of a loved one who's memory is not forgotton and who's spirit lives on.
Helplessness, betrayal, desparation, resignation, sorrow, mystery, love, sacrifice, hope, faithfulness, triumph
...those traverse from time to eternity, sweeping along on a flight that blurs mortal eyes, and saps finite strength.
Sunday morning I was trying to give an analogy for this comprehension, the surreal, exhausting, empty displacement
felt by those of us who make that trip so close to there
, but find ourselves still back here
and I realized ...it is something like jet lag
Spiritual Jet Lag.