Finding Your Destiny, My Destiny, Our Destiny, the World’s Destiny

Have you ever felt you were destined for greatness? How did that go? Have you won “America’s Got Talent,” and gone on to fame?

I’ve noticed something. If you want people to read what you write put something about “destiny” in the title. That’s why I put it in my title four times… and here you are. Works doesn’t it?

Excuse my frankness, but we like to think they we’re more than just the product of our parents’ passion, that we’re on earth for a reason. Otherwise, what’s the point?

I agree a thousand percent with that, but I have a bit of a problem with starry-eyed people floating through life trying to find that marvelous destiny that is certainly their lot. There’s no way God could have destined them to be ordinary. We’re all speeding towards greatness. Right?

Hmmm … if everyone is great, no one is great. If everyone is destined to be great, then great becomes ordinary.

Here’s one definition of “destiny.” “The events that will necessarily happen to a person or thing in the future; the hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate.”

Kind of like the philosopher, Doris Day sang, “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be will be.”
Isaiah talks about people in his time who worshipped the gods of Fortune and Destiny. He doesn’t hold out much hope for those who sell out to them.

“But as for you who forsake the Lord and forget my holy mountain,
who spread a table for Fortune and fill bowls of mixed wine for Destiny,
I will destine you for the sword, and all of you will fall in the slaughter…”
Isa. 65 :11, 12, NIV

I get a funny feeling when Christians talk about “fulfilling my destiny,” when the emphasis is on “MY”… We’re not happy with the present, but we’re sure that greatness looms just ahead. Continue reading

Four Plus One Can Be Much More Than Five

Be What You Are-Not What Others Try to Make You

Jesse, when you tell him he's five

Jesse, when you tell him he’s five

My grandson Jesse just had his 4+1 birthday.

I know this sounds strange but Jesse refused to be five. He’s got his reasons, I guess, but neither bribery nor people reminding him of reality was able to change him.

“Jesse you’ll have a party if you’re five!” “I’m four.”

“You’ll get gifts.” “No.”

“You can go to Chucky Cheese’s to celebrate if you’re five.” “No.”

Finally he relented when he found that he could be 4 + 1 and still get all the goodies, so Jesse recently celebrated his 4 +1 birthday.

Jesse, you tell him he's 4+1

Jesse, you tell him he’s 4+1

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