Once again, I am getting sucked into a marketing malstrom. Once again, it is for Star Wars. I’ve been here before. In 1999. In 2002. And in 2005 (though, I did dodge the 2008 Clone Wars fiasco).
Oh well, we are who we are. I have been skeptical of J.J. Abrams’ take on the space saga of a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away; and frankly, I still am. Disney’s other powerhouse franchise machine, Marvel, continues to leave me disappointed with nearly every outing. But Star Wars is Star Wars, and as a fan of the prequels, I have to excited for this one, right? (since, according to pretty-much-everyone: it has to be better)
Each morning of the workweek begins the same way. I awaken and do a brief metabolism-boosting, heart-rate increasing workout, eat a fast breakfast, and head for the bus stop. Once on the public transit behemoth, I have 40-50 minutes to spend at my leisure, which usually serves as quiet time with the Lord. Whether using the ride for prayer, Scripture memorization, or staring out the window savoring creation, the time allows me to calibrate myself toward the cross for the day to come.
Recently this has been a challenge. For those who don’t know, my life in the last month has been anything but easy. I will not go into the details, but between my jobs, writing, and navigating other hardship, things have been a picture of the old adage: when it rains,it pours. My hope is that April showers will lead to a blossoming May, but this has not been the case thus far. My prayers and Scriptural engagement have been necessary for my survival; and yesterday, while praying for my wife and household, I felt a surge of hope that the coming summer season would be a time of unprecedented flourishing in our lives, beyond expectation.