Every so often my mind gets stuck in a caveman mentality, where I look around the house and the sights do not separate and compute into individual tasks. It all blurs together as I get out of bed, go to the bathroom, walk down the hall, and all I can see is,
It’s like in the movie Dr. Strange when Dr. Strange uses the time stone to create a time loop where over and over he is destined to die at the hand of Dormammu. Over and over he shows up and says, “Dormammu, I’ve come to bargain” (or something like that). Over and over Dormammu just kills him but Dr. Strange just keeps coming back saying, “Dormammu, I’ve come to bargain”, until the villain is finally tired of killing.
There are people who can see the world, and others who can act upon it. My gift in life does not seem to be one of the acting sort. I act because I have to, because people need me to, but not because I cannot help but act. It seems though I cannot help but see.
I remember reading one time that the meaning of the word courage was “the will to act”. I always thought of courage as having to do with bravery, fear, and doing something great in the face of overwhelming odds, that are, most likely, completely against you. But when I think of courage as “the will to act” it makes me think of the word “discouraged”.
So is discouragement then when you are missing “the will to act”, missing bravery, missing greatness, and missing courage? And does en-couraged mean when you have gone from the state of missing the will to act to being the great possessor of courage?
As Christians we are told to encourage one another. I’ve always thought it was kind of silly to read a mom blog that says something like “Mama, you are brave.” I appreciate encouragement, but flattery? Seriously. What is brave about making people breakfast?
But it IS brave! And I can hardly believe this.
I’m shouting this to you across the internet, friends.
“In Christ we are the great possessors of courage!”