mys·ter·y /ˈmist(ə)rē/ noun
1. Something that is difficult or impossible to understand or explain.
I’ve been on a kick recently where I’ve been really enjoying suspense and mystery shows on television. I’ll credit “Breaking Bad” with some of that. But lately, I’ve really been entranced by “True Detective” on HBO and “Fargo” on FX. I even watched PBS’ “Masterpiece” mystery entre’ “The Escape Artist.” What is it about these shows that keeps pulling me in? I believe it’s something akin to a roller coaster. I’ll ride a coaster because it’s probably going to be super scary, but I know (from past experience) the overall exhilaration will outweigh the fear of dying.
These shows take me on that same kind of journey. You might have no idea where the story is heading, but the ride is so filled with suspense-fueled adrenaline that I both: don’t want it to end and can’t wait for it to end.
It helps me to view the life of faith in this same way. I have no idea what’s going to happen today or tomorrow, but I trust that this journey is imbued with meaning and significance I can’t even see right now. That each day is an opportunity to wake up and say, “I can’t wait to see what happens today!”
This is a great characteristic of hope: the anticipation of something good in the future.
If you’re a believer, you have also been promised a great future for all of eternity, a place where there is no more pain, sorrow, or tears. No more broken relationships, no more addiction, no more frustrated dreaming, or selfish longing. I can’t wait.
How interesting to view life as being similar to a great mystery, filled with suspense and excitement, but with a promised resolve at the end that will make the ride all worth it.
Does this analogy work for you? In what ways does the mystery of life inspire or frustrate you?