Legally Rambling (July 14, 2010). I was recently sitting by a pool in San Antonio Texas minding my own business and reading Donald Miller’s - A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life. A must read. And, in the book, Miller has this great idea of heaven having a big tree with two wooden chairs underneath it and that when you die you get to talk to God and he explains it all. The idea has haunted me since I read it.
I was thinking about it again yesterday when I visited a small courthouse somewhere in Texas. As I walked the old, narrow, packed halls all eyes were on me as I carried my thin single file into the Judges office. The disappointment, the concern, the worry in wrinkled faces conveyed in a glance – is this the guy who is going to get me or us out of this mess. Is he my lawyer? I truly felt the emotion and the connection to each of these people. And, sadly for all but one, the answer was no – I am not here to help you. The realization hit me and it hurt. Honestly, for most I am assuming that it was God time for them.
The courthouse bench is the hardest bench. Just think of what it takes to get there. Most individuals are in the fight of their life, dealing with unbelievable stress and the disappointment that life sometimes offers. Now when you die is God truly going to explain why you ended up on the courthouse bench. I honestly think so.
The realization is hard when it hits and recently for me it has hit often – we are not in control. What gets me is the truly good people who end up on the courthouse bench and the effect it has on them for the rest of their lives. And, it also seems that those people who believe they are in total control, who live life by their own hand and rule and who never let God or community in, are in the end the most disappointed.
Having sat on the courthouse bench as a client last year in a divorce action, surrounded by love, and Christian community, I realize now that it was my wooden chair moment, a time to talk to God. And, what I learned in humble terms was that once again, I was right where God wanted me to be …
Ramble on!
I was thinking about it again yesterday when I visited a small courthouse somewhere in Texas. As I walked the old, narrow, packed halls all eyes were on me as I carried my thin single file into the Judges office. The disappointment, the concern, the worry in wrinkled faces conveyed in a glance – is this the guy who is going to get me or us out of this mess. Is he my lawyer? I truly felt the emotion and the connection to each of these people. And, sadly for all but one, the answer was no – I am not here to help you. The realization hit me and it hurt. Honestly, for most I am assuming that it was God time for them.
The courthouse bench is the hardest bench. Just think of what it takes to get there. Most individuals are in the fight of their life, dealing with unbelievable stress and the disappointment that life sometimes offers. Now when you die is God truly going to explain why you ended up on the courthouse bench. I honestly think so.
The realization is hard when it hits and recently for me it has hit often – we are not in control. What gets me is the truly good people who end up on the courthouse bench and the effect it has on them for the rest of their lives. And, it also seems that those people who believe they are in total control, who live life by their own hand and rule and who never let God or community in, are in the end the most disappointed.
Having sat on the courthouse bench as a client last year in a divorce action, surrounded by love, and Christian community, I realize now that it was my wooden chair moment, a time to talk to God. And, what I learned in humble terms was that once again, I was right where God wanted me to be …
Ramble on!
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