I wanted to come to you today and share a few enlightenments that I have come across these last few days. I went to hear OSU head football coach Urban Meyer speak this week, and he spurred a few thoughts on. My mind has been running with them since. I have felt for so long that we, as a people, get stuck in a rut. We accept average in our lives and the lives of the people we care about. The truth is, average is accepted all over the world in every place we look. We can go into restaurants, work places, and churches, and we will see average at an alarming level.
You may ask, like I did, how can anyone say what average is? Actually, average is an easy thing to explain. It is the median or mean of a group of people. My brother said it in his April 12th teaching from the "On the Rock" series, “You are the average of the 5 people you hang around with the most.” Who do you hang around? Average is a “C” if we take it to school. Average is a person who settles for whatever comes to them. Average is something that people don’t have to work for; it just happens. I could go on and on about what average is, but you get the point. We accept average way too often and with great relief.
Sitting here in my office, I look outside on this awesome day and notice such green grass that was freshly cut. The trees are starting to bud, and the birds are chirping. I just love the sunshine in the spring; it’s so awesome. Of course, this got me thinking about life and what it’s about. I know I don’t have time to just sit and ponder, but I did anyway. Here is the question I want to ask you to think about today.
Have you ever wished you had it as good as someone else? “The grass is always greener…” statement comes to mind in this situation. This has definitely come to my mind lately when our daughter colors with permanent marker on the hard wood floors of our new house, or when one of the kids pees his pants 3 times in one day, or when we get a call from the teacher that our kid slapped the teacher’s aid. Yes, all of those things have recently happened. I definitely get into complain mode to God. “Why didn’t you make it easier to raise kids?” or “Can you please just help them not drive me crazy today?”