Sunday, February 3, 2019
There is Water at the Bottom of the Ocean
The past few seasons or two, I have been trying to process composing a post like the one that follows below.
Trying to get to the root of my processing thoughts has been challenging.
After chewing on many, many thoughts and no final conclusion, I’ve decided to punch out some of these thoughts. And really, I feel that is the conclusion to these thoughts that I’m about to punch out though the keyboard.
It doesn’t really matter….
Many, many moons ago for a short time, I started attending a new start-up church, here in Indiana. This church was nothing special. Just another non-traditional Christian church, reaching out to the world.
The pastor was nothing special either. Though I enjoyed his messages, over all, I found them to be blah. I felt his messages seemed more focused on his journey in life and what he was going though rather than what God wanted him to focus on.
Maybe that’s why this particular church closed its doors a year or two after they opened. A good friend of mine will remind me now and then, “If God’s not in it, then it wasn’t meant to be.”
This pastor would always end his messages with “So What”. He even had a slide in his power point presentation in bold lettering, “SO WHAT.” That was his wrap up time. I found that I loved this part of this man’s message. Not because it was his cue to show us that he was ending his message. No, it was because it showed his reality of humanity.
So what did you hear from what I just spoke about, is what he was asking on one level. On a different level, it was his cry as to, So What does it matter if you heard me at all.
It was the “so what” that stuck with me from my short time attending that church.
I think it was the final “dot” that I needed to see/hear, to line up what both my parents told me throughout my up-bring.
“So now what?” I can hear my mom ask with a side of sarcasm.
“Now what are going to do with that?” my father would ask with a blank face.
After stewing on these moments from my past, I have been asking myself many questions.
What does it matter if I write this post? What does it matter if I write a book? What does it matter if I take more beautiful photos? What does it matter if I toy with writing music? What does it matter if I cook an amazing meal to enjoy with family or friends?
What does it matter if I do creative things? This is my thought in lining up the “dots” to my parents and this pastor from my past.
And no. I am not looking for acknowledgment to my craft or art. Nor am I asking for the meaning of life. For those non-believers who may still be reading this post who may have pre-judged me or this post already, I can hear you now. “Here we go again. Another Bible thumper asking for the meaning of life.”
How’s that for pre-judgment?
No. I’ve asked these questions to myself many times.
Why do I do the creative things that I do?
And selfishly I’ve come to accept the following.
It doesn’t matter.
It gives me joy.
And that’s all that should matter.
So, go on and continue to do your arts and express you creativeness. It doesn’t matter if it makes sense. As long as it makes sense to you and gives you joy.
The title to this post is a lyric from a song. Why did I choose this title? It doesn’t matter. The lyric gives me joy. I feel it’s fitting considering the conversation of this post.