Pass

My favorite passage in the Bible isn’t a passage at all.  Instead, it’s a small phrase Jesus says over and over again–”And it came to pass…”  Have you ever sat and thought about how powerful that phrase is.  It applies to everything.  Yesterday came to pass.  Last year came to pass.  Highschool, college, grad school–it came to pass.  Ex-girlfriends, my loves, they came to pass.  That is all that goes on.  Things come to pass.  Happiness comes and shortly after is followed by another emotion.  It came to pass.  Think a little deeper about this word.  Let’s tear it apart.

It refers to whatever is going on.  The situation, emotion, person, day, year, life, death–it.  Came refers to the past tense of come.  For example, the emotion came.  To is in relation to what the it is going to do.  It came to…to do what?  Pass.  Pass refers to leaving or finally ending.  Sometimes it is a revolution.  Happiness came today, then left, then came back.  But, eventually it will pass again.  The only nice thing about this pass is that you can feel it.  When a car passes, it passes by.  Everything we experience (situations and emotions, at least) pass through us.  The year that brings the day that brings with it the situation that causes a reflex of emotion all runs through us and then passes.  It just doesn’t pass by.  It is there to create an experience and make us smarter, stronger, maybe weaker, maybe dumber.  It challenges us.  It tears us apart and makes us either stay torn down or build back up with a more powerful foundation.  Have you sat down and thought about what it means for things to come to pass?

Think about your friends from high school.  Think about your first love.  Think about your first car.  Now think about what you have now.  Guess what?  The pattern will follow.  What you have will become what you once had.  All things just go away.  There are goods and bads to this.  Sometimes it is terrible.  Grandparents, parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, loved ones, friends, good emotions, good jobs, money–it all comes and goes.  It came to pass.  Sometimes it is good.  Pain (emotional and physical), hard situations, death, hatred, being lost, sin–it comes and goes.  It came to pass.  Sometimes it isn’t that deep.  A good meal, favorite tv show, a good song (although now a days they’re played 40 times a day so these may never seem to get to pass; but they do).  Whatever it is.  I promise you it will come to pass.

Now, it seems like this is a sad, woe is me writing.  But, if you’ve made it this far, then I assure you this is a feel good writing.  You will see that now.  Remember, sure things come to pass.  But, it is for a reason.  If terrible situations end, then it is obvious that “it came to pass” is good.  No more bad stuff for a bit (remember, most things do come back and then pass again…and again…and again).  But what about the good things?  Sure, your first car.  Dang it.  I loved that old Ford Truck.  When you went 70 on the expressway…you knew it!  My first love.  Oh yes, I lost her.  But, I know exactly what kind of inner (ok and outer…she was hott!) beauty I want.  If a girl cannot match up to her, then I know she isn’t worth it.  My high school friends and college friends–only got a few of those left.  Hanging out with a great friend tonight actually–we are going to see 300.  And guess who it is?  My partner!  Casey.  Please keep your cell phones on.  We only get one call.  But as these people or things come to pass, they leave one thing behind–memories.  If you cry or smile with these memories, even if you miss that person or thing, it is still good.  To be able to feel like that, that means you truly lived during that time.  It means something.  My friends, nothing is ever in vain if you don’t want it to be.  This blog will come to pass shortly, but hopefully it gets you thinking.  I know, as is the case now, sometimes my writing becomes thin and choppy near the end.  It’s usually because I run short on time and get distracted.  Right now I am chilling out with my dad, and he wants to watch Harry Potter.  He’s yelling for me now. 

I write these entries for a few reasons, release some emotions, entertain, educate, and most importantly, to get you thinking.  I want you to walk away from the blog and think, ”Man, Lewis was right.”  or ”He is crazy.  I don’t believe that way.”  “I wouldn’t handle the situation that way.”  “That was funny, I can share with some friends now.”  “I wish he would have written about this, too.  I still have some questions.”  That would be great!  I hope that these blogs raise questions in you.  Ask me my opinion.  Find them out yourself.  Argue with me (not in a defensive or mean way.  I love conversation and if you raise a good argument, you may get me thinking a different way.  I hope you can do that for me–especially if I do it for you.  It is only courtesy to realize this is my blog and my truth and my beliefs.  But, I am open to hear other suggestions and thoughts and will always be open to change!  Don’t be afraid to say what you feel.  I do.)  Whatever it is, just let me know.  The only thing I want you to do is to always learn and think.  Einstein said if you stop learning, you stop living.  Well, in my opinion, this is the smartest thing ever said.  When you think about things, you learn.  You learn some new knowledge about the world–or hopefully, even better, about yourself and your beliefs. 

Ok, I gotta go.  Dad is getting angry.  If he starts Harry Potter without me, this argument will be a big one.  The only good news–it will come to pass.