What’s Your Story, Rudy?

Back in 1979, the music group Supertramp had a huge hit with a record called “The Logical Song.” The lyrics went something like this:
“When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.”
Did you catch the significance of that last line? “Please tell me who I am.”  I wonder if it is wise even to attempt to ask another person or an earthly group or tribe to describe or define the regal purpose of a human life. 
Maybe the trouble is that we people all depend way too much upon one another for our labels and our instructions and our roadmaps to a destination where our lasting legacy may be discovered. 
But one thing is for sure, and that is deep down inside of each and every one of us we know that we were designed to live a story bigger than ourselves.  There is a nagging, almost gnawing feeling that disrupts the soul and calls and cries out for something so much more than what another daily lap around the mindless track of status quo can ever offer us. 
And isn’t it so often in the quiet of the middle of a sleepless night when the noise of our utter despair can deafen our ears- although nobody else may hear a sound? 
Why has the music stopped?  Why do we who were once so hopeful and full of wonder at youth become so hard and so full of woeful whining as adults? 
Is comfort a legitimate goal to strive for?  Is the accumulation of wealth and stuff enough to satisfy the yearnings of a hungry heart? 
Is settling into the same old ruts and routine actually more a prescription for spiritual rot rather than being respected as a responsible grown up? 
Have we resigned ourselves to just being content to sit in the audience and watch television as others tackle the tales that perhaps we were actually authored to perform? 
Is it time to wake up before the credits of our own short years begin to scroll down on the screen marking the reality of my days as “that’s all folks?” 
I must admit to myself that I use my age as an excuse not to jump in and live as I know I still can!  I am not dead yet so why am I telling myself and believing the lies that my best days are behind me?  That is just not true. 
There are still challenges that I believe God has put my name on to go after.  I need to be willing to pack up my laziness and put it back in the basement where it belongs and go up into the attic of my mind and break out my candor and my curiosity and my confidence and kick into high gear once more. 
I have understood that what we call “The American Dream” isn’t worth waiting for and definitely not worth wasting my fragile days dying to get to. 
I want to be part of an epic blockbuster adventure that is filled with many meaningful and loving relationships. The lives around me are the true treasure of this pilgrimage. 
I want to dive into moving and miraculous opportunities that I know I can’t pull off without my constant companionship with the God who made me! I long for and desire a diet of daily digests of new truths and life lessons so that I may learn and know and experience fully which will keep active each and every precious one of my senses that God has equipped me with. 
The only way I will know that my day has come and gone is when I stop breathing!  But even that for me will only be a change of venues and not a conclusion to life itself.
There is much more I can say but for now, I will leave you with this thought, and that is the only logical thing we can all do is take a close and honest and reflective look into the depths of our souls and answer these questions:
“Do I like who I have become?”  “Would I continue reading my life story if I was the observer and not the main subject?” 
“Do I still have time to rewrite and edit where this tale may be going?” 
Answer well for your future and how you will be remembered depends upon it!  What’s your story?
ED. NOTE: The author is senior pastor at The Lighthouse Church, 1248 Route 9 South, Court House.