What’s Next?

19 Apr

I have blogged all through Lent, which is kinda amazing for me. I caved to the not eating chocolate a couple of weeks ago. But, now the question is, should I continue to blog? I finished the psalms and have been doing the lectionary for the coming week, but. . . well. . I am not sure. I have written over 200 posts which is just incredible to me.

Well, as I failed to answer what’s next about the blog, let me just say, I never know ‘what’s next.’ I think that is the point of Easter. No one could ever have imagined what God would do on that first Easter morning. Even if Jesus had told them, and our myths story are full of rebirthing concepts; until Christ passed through death to conquer it and come back to greet his friends/deserters with “Peace” we had no idea. The cross seemed like the final statement of the world, but God had a new ending – or rather a new beginning. With God the idea of ending and beginning are always in flux.

So, that’s my life. What’s next? I never have any idea. I could have never predicted the life events that have happened to me – ever. The only thing that is consist is that since I was 16, my deepest desire has been to be on a journey with God. But, the location and details of living are always changing. I have given up on planning.

This is just one small story of why I surrender the idea of planning the details. I knew my younger son was graduating college in May and I wanted to be there to support him at his graduation. So, months ago I arranged with my brother who is out-of-town to come for the week of my son’s graduation to be with my parents. I made some plans for the drive north, told my church that I would miss a Sunday, got all the details planned. THEN, my son calls to say he is graduating, but not going to attend the ceremony and wants to spend the week after his finals here with me and his grandparents. YEA, of course, I would love it!! All those plans . . . oh well . . just something I thought would work. One more time in my life I have sworn off planning.

I pray as we come to the celebration of the big cosmic game-changer of Easter you will enjoy and be present in the moment. If we plan too much, or think we know the way things should go, then we miss the beauty and novelty of the unexpected. As I finish this blog entry I have thought of a Jimmy Buffett song that I love in my twenties and reminded me that life is unpredictable, but you can always have fun with it. Enjoy.

“Cowboy In The Jungle”

There’s a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste

Headin’ south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he’s stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Might and day they’re raisin’ hell
And his original destination’s just another
Story that he loves to tell.

With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll.

Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Made the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may.

Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in muumuus
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what
and who sat on his butt
But it’s the only show in town.

They’re tryin’ to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin’ to cram lost years into five or six says
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin’ straight ahead come what may.

I don’t want to live on that kind of island
No, I don’t want to swim in a roped off sea.
Too much for me, too much for me
I’ve got to be where the wind and the water are free.

Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
It’s still not that long a stay.

We’ve gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin’ the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin’ straight ahead come what may.
And there’s a cowboy in the jungle.


One Response to “What’s Next?”

  1. Gail Perdue April 21, 2014 at 2:10 am #

    Mary, I hope you will continue to blog. I very much enjoy reading your thoughts that you share & your life lessons. Hugs!

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