Finding Our Way Home
2008 November 25
I have been posting a lot of serious thoughts lately. Today I ran into this video ad which made me laugh out loud. It reminded me how great being alive really is. My mind is boggled at the creativity it took to think this up, and pull it off.
I then thought: “Hey, I bet my readers could think up some creative “spiritual insights” or “life lessons” from this one”!
I look forward to your responses! (Please keep them G Rated)
Have Fun!
more about “Finding Our Way Home“, posted with vodpod
My thought:
The scriptures tell us that this life is the time to “prepare to meet God”. As we experience our own unique road to that heavenly home, it’s important to find joy along the way.
“Don’t let yourself get so caught up in the world that you forget going home is more important than what you do at work.”
or
“Returning home should be much more fun than going to work or whatever you do there.”
or, in the immortal words of Sidney Freedman:
“Ladies and gentlemen, take my advice. Pull down your pants and slide on the ice.”
Funny video. I envy that evening commute (but at least I don’t have to fight traffic, since I ride the bus).
You reminded me of something that happened to me a couple of years ago. I felt completely trapped. On the one hand, I felt miserable because I had some very strong feelings I “knew” were wrong—I could not do what seemed like it would make me happy (and what others loudly proclaimed had made them happy). On the other hand, I knew undeniably of the truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and of the reward prepared for the faithful. So it seemed like I had a choice between living in misery with an eye toward a future peace, or finding a temporal peace and fearing a later punishment. So I decided, “I guess I will do what I know is right and be miserable.”
Immediately, the scripture came into my mind, “Adam fell that men might be, and men are that they might have joy.” I knew in that moment that God does not want me to be miserable in this life. He sent His own Son to suffer for me so that I could have joy. I think how much I would have to love a person to allow my own son to suffer on their behalf, and I then have a small taste of the love God has for me. And in the meantime, I have found a peace of sorts with God and myself. He has taught me things I never would have comprehended or even thought of on my own. And now I rejoice in who I am and in the life God has given me.