I stand in front of the mirror, looking at the man who is staring back at me. The face looks familiar enough. Older. Greyer. Wiser?
Definitely not wiser.
But most assuredly older.
A deep sigh.
How do you sum up 43 years in the span of 4 minutes. A life can’t be contained in such a short amount of time, can it? And if it could, would it be worth even talking about?
Lists. That how you sum it up. But lists are boring. Bullet points at best, a shopping spree at most.
What about storytelling. Sure, that would work, but I run into the issue of running over my time, and then the story would be incomplete and leave my audience unsatisfied with how things went. No one likes incomplete stories. Do you hear me George, no one!
Oh, I could do a song! Songs are right around the 3 and a half minute mark. Except, my life is more like Freebird. Long, slow and drawn out.
So, what’s left?
A parable? Hrm, that might work. Let’s see what we can come up with.
No, it’s not blue.. (although, I am wearing blue jeans and a blue shirt today.. so.. maybe it is), but other then that.. pretty much similar.
To start with, when I show up somewhere, it tends to be with a lot of noise and bluster, but then I settle in and fade, ala the chameleon circuit. Also, I am fairly simple when it comes to what you see. Plain even. My looks are not dashing nor debonair, nor are they on the opposite spectrum. To add to that, there are a lot of people who say I am stuck in the 80’s with the way I look and dress.. (ok, not the 60’s.. close enough).
I am much bigger on the inside. There are things people know about me, but even a much grander amount of things they don’t. I have a side I let the world see, but only a select few get the key to come inside. Even fewer still that are allowed to see my true heart.
I hold a lot of secrets. Stuff I have learned or gleaned over my countless years (ok, 43 isn’t countless, but it goes with the parable). I do share some of those secrets, but only when I know it will make those I share them with better.
I do travel through time and space, albeit in one direction… forward.
I tend to show up where I am needed most, even when that need is not necessarily readily obvious to those who I am there for.
Once I’m gone, the after affects of my presence tend to leave a lasting impression. Sure, it may just be subtle, it may not be remembered in detail, but it is remembered.
When I do explode, it tends to be in such a brilliant, violent manner that some would say marks the end of the universe. Thankfully, it has only happened once…
Lastly, I have a Doctor who lives inside of me that somehow, even unbeknownst to me, has this uncanny way of fixing everything.
Well, especially me.
(ok, so, not really a parable, but I’m no good at those. I tend to leave those to Jesus, he was awesome at those things!)