Remember The End of the Story of Your Life

I’ve probably seen Jaws a dozen times since 1976. And yet every time I watch it my heart pounds as I imagine myself as the scuba diver in that flimsy “anti-shark cage.”

Even though I’ve seen the ending twelve times—and I know the shark blows up—seeing those gaping jaws rip apart that cage still makes me nervous.

For most of us, our Great White isn’t a twenty-five foot fish. It’s an eighty-five year life.

Remember The End of the Story

(Photo by Alban, Own work, GFDL, via Wikimedia Commons)

Our monsters are the dishes and diapers, the mowing and mood-swings, the finances and friends, the sicknesses and sadness, and of course, the incessant, ever-increasing “to-do” list.

Some of these nibble at you, and others take off a leg.

With such problems as we have in the Christian life, it’s not hard to feel caged and wide-eyed at the monsters that threaten your joy.

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