A lesson I’ve better
learned in the past couple of years:
Don’t knock tension.
[For 3 reasons why, push the DOOR.]
From the time we trade in our diapers for more pleasing apparel, we begin our life-long adventure with tension.
Tension involves a measure of control, and the word itself is freighted with rich meaning. Consider these fragments that come along with its several definitions:
“a strained state of forces acting in opposition to each other”
“applying a force to something that tends to stretch it”
“a relationship between ideas with conflicting demands”
The give and take of daily living around others involves the words in red. (That is, if you dig deep enough.)
THREE GOOD REASONS
(1) Because if you live, tension is always there.
Don’t hate it. If you never feel it, you’re on the big slow-down to that final stop on the crepe cushion in a box.
(2) It tamps down the bad kind of pride.
There are some things you still don’t know. It helps to own up. Honesty isn’t an enemy. For pride that’s good see I Corinthians 1:29-31.
(3) It keeps the nightlight in your search engine on.
You’ve discovered that the blanks for answers on your bulletin insert just aren’t long enough. You’re confident you’re aiming at the right target though it keeps moving. You feel both guilty and comforted when you discover that when the Son of God lived on Earth he sweat great drops of blood (Luke 22:44). Still the adventure continues…
I’ve learned about the good side of tension partly because of long discussions with Tom, who’s passionate and persistent about what he believes he’s supposed to do. He’s been successful in spite of a complicated past, but more than that, he cares deeply about God and what the Bible says about Him and the rest of us, and how he should do what he’s supposed to do. A worthy but difficult job. And this partly comes from repeated encounters with my adult children–all 4 of them, as well as their spouses–who’ve learned to live and think and sensibly deal with tension on their own. Of course, our discussions don’t always begin and end the same way. But that’s just fine.
And I’m a better person because of this.
Time to relax with a good book–with paper pages.