Last night I was listening to my grandparents tell me all their secrets for staying regular. Grandpa, a self-proclaimed cereal connoisseur, has got a mix for his mornings that's a perfect combination of taste and function (so he tells me). I think the recipe goes something like this:
1/2 bar of shredded wheat
a "shot" of All Bran nuts
a shot of Wheat Chex
some sweetened Puffed Wheat
a tablespoon of peach juice
milk poured over the whole masterpiece
Grandma rolled her eyes through the telling of this recipe and then plopped a container of prunes in front of her finished dinner plate. "He does all that cereal stuff and I do prunes," she told me.
There are a lot of things people do regularly, but not all of them serve a function as important as our internal pipelines. Our culture makes sure to get a regular dose of TV programming every week, meet for regular happy hours, and be a "regular" at the corner coffee shop. As crazy as our culture loves to be, we still like pieces of our lives to be regular. There's a certain steadiness and safety about knowing what happens every Tuesday at 7 pm and every morning at 8:35. We like regularities because they serve as mile markers on our journey that remind us we're still on a road (even if we're lost).
When we're young, we can be cavalier about what we make regular. When you get older, though, your body starts to decide for you - it makes priorities about what needs to be regular and you'll know it when you're not.
The body has a way of reminding you that you can't escape it's function. And even in this we see the intentionality and creativity of the Father. Our bodies are made with a rhythm.
And sometimes (can I say this?), faith is like that. Meeting with the Lord every day is as regular as the way our body functions... and sometimes just as unsophisticated.
let LOVE fly like cRaZy
and load up on fiber!