Yesterday I had the opportunity to spend some quality time carpooling an 11-year-old boy to camp. He was a talker. I learned a great deal about the latest video games and various tips on tactics. Occasionally I would hear him hum or sing the REM song "It's the end of the world as we know it."
After about an hour and half of driving he asked, "So what do you think will become of the world?" Honestly, I didn't know what to say so I asked him the question back. "I don't know. What do you think?"
He said he thought it was going to come to an end soon. I shared that I thought there was a little more hope for life to which he responded, "Yes I supposed single-cell organisms might have a chance."
I tried not to laugh, but I giggled inside.
Outside storm clouds formed all around us. It looked ugly. Yet no matter where we drove the rain and storm never came. The boy shared how it reminded him of a time he was hiking and all the hills were covered in rain and storms except one - a little hill with a single silver maple tree. He said he thought it must be a sign, but he wasn't sure what it meant. He said, "Maybe it meant that even when life is looking dreary and stormy there is still a chance for hope."
Amen, brother.
I truly believe God has a very creative, somewhat silly sense of humor. Out of a crazy set of circumstances I ended up enjoying a little food for the soul from the backseat of my car on a crazy afternoon drive. I don't know what will become of our world and all the chaos we've evoked. But I agree with my 11-year-old guru, there is still a chance for hope.
It's the end of the world as we know it...and I feel fine. :)
