Why I Do What I Do
This past week was rough. One of my brothers was killed by a drunk driver on his way home from work. He was 46 years old and had three kids. The police said it happened so fast, he probably didn’t even have time to blink. In a split second his existence was over.
As I meditated on the fragility of life - how everything could be over so quickly and unexpectedly - I was once again reminded of why The Story Church Project exists and why I say what I say, preach what I preach and do what I do.
About a year ago, I was asked a crazy question. If you live until you are 80, how many weeks of life do you have left? Is it 80,000? How about 40,000? Or maybe its less - say, 14,000? I can’t recall my exact answer, but it was somewhere around 40,000.
How about you? How many weeks of life do you have left if you made it to 80? If you don’t know, then I want to invite you to consider the words of the Psalmist David who once wrote, “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12) So if you don’t know the answer, take a few moments right now to throw up a reasonable guess.
After I made my guess I then calculated how many years I have until I reach 80 (46 because I’m 32) and then multiplied 46 by how many weeks are in a year (52). The number that I saw freaked me out. None of my guesses were even close. At 32 years of age, if I live to the age of 80 I have a mere 2,496 weeks left.
But my brothers sudden passing also helped me realize that life can end at any moment. So the truth is, I have anywhere from 1 minute to 2496 weeks left of life. In other words, that measly 2496 isn’t even guaranteed. It can end at any moment.
I was reminded at that moment why I do what I do. I do it because I literally don’t have the time to do anything else. Jesus said it best, “As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.” (John 9:4) Since I started writing blogs 6 years ago, I have been criticized, misunderstood and made fun of. Some people have called me arrogant, negative and I’ve even been labeled a Jesuit. But honestly, I don’t really mind. I don’t have time to pay attention to nonsense. Like literally, I don’t have the time. Instead, I choose to live my life as Paul instructed: “Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.” (Ephesians 5:15-16)
The truth is, our world is desperately in need of Jesus. People are dying without him. Suicide and addiction are strangling our society. And if there is one thing we all know, its that the church is struggling to make an impact. The traditions, customs and structures that perpetuate that struggle are things that need to be discussed, challenged and discarded. Its a serious conversation that is bound to ruffle some feathers. But I have to do it. I have to because I simply don’t have the time to not do it.
I don’t know how much time you have left, but I want to invite you to not waste it. You don’t get much. And in the end, you can either use your days to make a meaningful difference or you can waste them.
I’ve made my choice.