"To keep me from getting the big head," wrote the Apostle Paul to his homies at Corinth » "Because of all these super-cool things that God has been showing me .. there was given me » a pain-in-the-ass » a messenger of the Evil one himself, sent to chew on my butt .. like an insatiable alligator."
[ the Rad Third Millennium translation, loosely paraphrased ]
"There was given me.. Now, I may not be an apostle, but I most certainly know that feeling.
It is not a feeling you get after a week, or a month. Or even a year. Takes *years* to get there. Hope springs eternal. To a point.
For years, well-meaning people have been telling me,
It's gonna get better. To which I always reply »
I've been hearing that for years.
I repeatedly asked God to get this thing off me. But he said..."
» Resignation & Hungry Gators
Complete this sentence » No good deed...
Many different explanations exist as to what exactly God's response there means.
But you must admit it doesn't sound as cool as (God saying) »
I'll handle it for you.
My point is .. I've reached a point -- after half a decade -- where I finally accept the fact that hungry gators are a part of my life .. and they really like the taste of my butt. Hear that 'chomping' sound? Yeah, that's my butt you hear.
An academic might term this feeling » resignation. An investor » capitulation. I'm resigned to the fact that the feeling of 'Incoming!' will never end. Not for good, anyway. So I might as well get used to it (.. which, unfortunately, I have).
Don't get me wrong. The final outcome is always positive. Good things always follow bad. (So far.) So I no longer freak out like I used to. But it's just so surprising .. how many dang alligators there are in the world.
And having your butt gnawed by a toothy reptile is never a very pleasant experience .. no matter how well you're able to spin the uncomfortable sensation.
» The Elusive Bean Burrito
After we finished splitting the first one, he wanted a second. But I only had 72 cents left, so I broke out the plastic (.. for a 99-cent burrito).
The girl swipes my card.
Denied, she says.
No way, I said.
I got 20 bucks in there. I checked just yesterday. Swipe it again.
Same result. She hands me the card. Long line behind me. Pretty embarrassing.
Okay, I said.
Lemme call my bank.
Did you order the burrito, dad?