A friend sent me a You Tube video this week called, “Cardboard Testimonies.” The premise is that people walked across the stage of their church one Sunday morning with pieces of cardboard. In black marker it had a statement of their life, then when they flipped it over, another statement of what God had done with that.
One woman walked across the stage with her husband. Her sign said, “Diagnosed with MS.” His said something like, “Specialist was an atheist.”
The husband flipped his sign over. “Specialist found God.”
Then she flipped hers. “Worth it.”
In looking at the dramatic changes in Mark this year, I wonder if I could walk across the stage and say truly with my whole heart, “Worth it.”
The pain? The doubt? The uncertainty in myself?
I always thought I would die for my family. But in my head, I thought of that as throwing myself in front of a bullet…which if you think about it doesn’t have a lot of long-term consequences. One heroic event and it’s over.
But staying, and living life, takes daily figuring out.
It appears that there are no road maps for this whole staying thing. I’m having to figure it out as I go.
