Not that I have already obtained all this, or have
already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ
Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken
hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward
what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has
called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians
3:12-14)
This passage is all about me. It’s all
about you. This is a recipe for joy: forgetting what is behind and straining toward
what is ahead. I tend to get half of the first part right. I forget what is
behind if it’s a good thing. I remember it if it’s bad. That might not be too
bad if the bad memories served to keep me humble or even realistic, but they
don’t. They bludgeon. They condemn. They paralyze. It doesn’t matter that the
memories are from ten, twenty, forty or even fifty years ago. I’m not talking
about the sort of history that Paul had. I didn’t conspire to kill anyone.
I’m not suggesting that we refuse to
learn from the past, but I am suggesting that we keep in mind that it is the
past. I pray for direction. It’s hard to move on down the highway when one
keeps driving along the same old neighborhood. This passage tells me that God’s
response to these flashbacks is “Not that way.”
When
Dorothy met the Scarecrow, he told her that both ways led to the Emerald City.
Both ways…not all three ways. Think about it. There were more than three
directions she could have gone, but there were three roads, not two. She could
have gone back to her house and lived with having committed witchicide with a
house in the field and having stolen shoes from her.
Stop living with dead witches as the
foundation of your house. The past is prolog, not destiny.
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