The Speed Of Change

Look at it! You can’t turn away. Your future dancing uncontrollably like a paper bag on the interstate, at the whim of charlatans and fabricators. The ground below you readjusting to a rapid shift from comfort zone to twilight zone. Scary-fast, the speed of change quickens with each discovery and hastens the speed of our distraction. We don’t think about it, we simply synchronize the speed of our ambition to the blur of irrational transitions taking place before our eyes. Like grabbing hold of liquid lightening we blindly accommodate discomforting trends in fear of being left behind in an echo chamber of decreasing valuation, all-the-while giving increased opportunity to the sweeping vortex of crucial, irreversible decisions we must make instantaneously. It’s the once-in-a-lifetime event that no one noticed as it became a daily occurrence that has somehow blinded both our sensibility and visibility. The obnoxious alarm that continues to blare has worn through our irritability and snuggled comfortably into our perception of normal. We have grown accustomed to the sound, the screams, the horror and we shrug our shoulders in abdication; choosing not to choose but passively choosing without acknowledgement, as if in innocence. Not having a reason to reason, we’ve slipped between sensitivity and mimicry; pretending that our incessant selfish motives represent a mass movement toward a greater good. The angry have mobilized, the fearful cower, the skeptical scoff, the cynical detach and in the end suffrage becomes the common ground but the disagreement persists on the grounds of profound disagreement. Like a paper bag on the interstate we’re forced to dance to tunes of deception and seduction, awaiting the inevitable speeding behemoth to crush us; to jolt us helplessly into the next sequence of unscripted changes.

The peaceful, still waters of Jesus Christ provide secure footing where the anchor rests in firm soil. Have we exchanged the still waters of peace for the risk of self interests, masked by mindless busyness, which shields the unknown dangers of high-speed, congested highways? Those waters remain calm and the anchor firm, regardless of how we choose.

“Behold I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed – in a moment, in a twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.” 1 Corinthians 15:51-52 (NKJV)