No One Born After 1992 In America Gets Into Heaven. Sorry.

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I’m sure you’ve all pretty much come to the conclusion by now that I am a very spiritual guy.  I think last week’s posts go a long way to proving that. 

I was out of town for a wedding this past weekend (great time with the SpaceFamily et al, although SpaceGal had some sort of bug up her ass about Alaska.  I’m not sure what that was about) and as I so often do first thing in the morning when I’m at a hotel (especially a hotel where the remote is not screwed to the table), I was watching one of them TV evangelists. Yesterday it was Joel Osteen, and he was delivering a thought provoking sermon about why bad things happen to good people (a staple at those hope-based non-denominational Churches that are so popular these days).

Anyway, he started off talking about jigsaw puzzles, and how when he starts putting a puzzle together, there is invariably one piece that looks like it won’t fit — so much so that he is convinced the puzzle manufacturer has made a mistake. But once he gets closer to finishing the puzzle, he sees where that piece fits in, and it fits perfectly.  He went on to compare that to looking at a single event (usually bad) in our lives as it is happening. It looks like it doesn’t fit into the big picture, and we’re convinced that God has made a mistake. But once we’ve added more pieces to our puzzle we look back on that event and we can see clearly why it happened — why it had to happen exactly as it did. It was actually a very interesting sermon, and appropriate considering the bride and groom danced to Rascal Flatts’ Bless the Broken Road just the night before (video below).

His take on the whole thing was that each event in our lives prepares us for our destiny or our purpose.  That includes the bad things that happen.  Now here’s where my convoluted thoughts come in:  I’ve noticed a trend in our country whose origins coincide with the feel-good era of the Clinton administration where we as a society tried to legislate against bad things ever happening to us, and especially our children, who were presumably in a village being raised.  And yes, before you ask, I can trace every problem to the Clinton administration.  Hell, if you look at the Zapruder film closely enough I’ll bet you’ll see Bill and Hillary running from the grassy knoll, but I digress.

If we try to prevent bad things from happening, how will anyone ever truly fulfill their destiny?  How will you ever meet the woman of your dreams if you never catch the bitch you’re with now sleeping with your old college roommate?  Do you see what I mean?

I will add one bit of advice: You do have to learn something from the bad events. Why do bad things happen to good people? It’s part of a grander plan. Why do bad things keep happening to good people? They never learned the lesson they were supposed to.

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3 Responses to “No One Born After 1992 In America Gets Into Heaven. Sorry.”

  1. Bad things keep happening to me because I allow them to happen. I’m non-confrontational, easy going and easy to take advantage of. Basically, you need to be an ass to not get taken advantage of. Or at least perceived as one.

  2. Good stuff Soupy…Space Gal is still laughing about some Alaska joke she made last night…I can attest that things happen for a reason and eventually work themselves out. Peace out.

  3. I completely agree with you. No matter if it’s good or bad, everything that happens in our lives is for a purpose. God never promised he’d reveal that purpose, but it’s all part of the plan.
    It’s a test of faith. Reminders like this blog are for a purpose, too. :)