Blessed are the boring.
People say my hometown is boring. I say it’s not nearly boring enough–too many sirens, meth labs and scared kids for a town of ~600 people. If you ask me, boring is beautiful. Or it can be.
People say my hometown is boring. I say it’s not nearly boring enough–too many sirens, meth labs and scared kids for a town of ~600 people. If you ask me, boring is beautiful. Or it can be.
This could easily be a really sad story. There’s no natural explanation for why it isn’t. That’s what makes it powerful. Change happens. There are no hopeless cases where God is concerned.
The idea that some television show will pluck you out of obscurity and fix the problems in your home, your waistline, and your career is understandably attractive. But when it comes to the problems in your life, dreaming of rescue isn’t going to get you any closer to resolution.
I am currently in Las Vegas, possibly the least “real” place on earth. Everything is fabricated, contrived, an illusion…But it’s got me thinking. Because I do think people have genuine, real transformative experiences on reality shows. Maybe all that contrivance pushes some people to dig deeper and connect with what actually is real and genuine about themselves. Maybe it causes some to seek out and actively pursue their own souls, for fear of losing them in that environment…