The Bittersweet Way of Life by Chase Butler
By Chase Butler
Ebook PDF Download
By Evon Horton
I couldn't help but notice how beautiful and refreshed this morning felt. I just left the house to go pick up breakfast, and the ground is still wet from the previous night's storm. It's like everything has been washed.
It's in the mid-60s, and the sun is shining. I'm feeling happy, and then I remember the headline I read upon waking up earlier: "Two children killed in tornado."
It stormed all last night. The evidence was in my front yard. A huge limb had broken free and fallen to the ground. Fortunately, we dodged any damage.
I'm reminded that nature, storms, and many of life's happenings are impartial to those on their path. I wake up to a beautiful day, another wakes up to tragedy—all because geographically I happened to be elsewhere.
There's always a heaviness alongside the lightness, isn't there? "The good and the bad are moving along parallel tracks toward the same end," a wise pastor once said.
It's the bittersweet tale we all participate in. We can feel blessed and burdened all in the same breath. Hopeful and helpless. It's the double-edged beauty of living this one, wild life. ?
I looked over at the large truck I was passing to my right. Stacked in the trailer behind it were wrecked cars headed to a junk yard. On the rear windshield of the last one was "JUST MARRIED!" I can just imagine the thought now, "Well, that didn't go according to plan," as the new husband looks up at the smashed hood of the car. His wife looks over, concerned and frustrated. "Are we going to miss our flight?" Life often doesn't always go as we imagine it in our minds. We dream up all sorts of stories about how things should be and find ourselves crushed when the proverbial car of our life is being towed to the salvage lot.
The very first thing I did was shatter a glass on the bathroom floor Saturday morning. I'm talking pre-coffee, pre-pants, pre-everything. Glass everywhere. For a millisecond I almost got mad, but I caught myself. Why? Because I had a major shift in perspective the night before that helped me avoid the "I'm such an idiot and I wonder why Lacie set this booby trap" thought. Have you heard of a guy named Rob Bell? He's an author, speaker, previous pastor; most famous, at least in my sphere, for writing Velvet Elvis and the "controversial" Love Wins. He is undeniably one of the best communicators I've listened to, regardless of your opinions of his theology.
There was a period in my life where I spent countless hours in my backyard staring into my fire pit, listening to podcasts, watching videos, reading articles and books, gazing into the vast night sky, lost in existential wonderings. What started as casual inquiry became an internal quest for the following few years. I've told much of the story in previous posts, so I'm not here to rehash all the details. Moreso, I'm thinking these days more about the catalyst. At any given time, most of us would probably say we are aware of our intentions — here's why I did this, here's why that happened. At the time, I think "a passionate pursuit of what's true" would have been my answer.