Through a series of events I have learned many things. This is probably the most general statement I have ever written. That sounds like the statement of my life, of your life. But, in one weekend, that statement felt more true and fufilled then ever. What I want to write about is not my weekend, or how my life changed in more than one way. What I want to write about is the value of lessons and the perspective of time. These two ideas are very broad, but I think that we can bring them into a focused point and lesson.
I bring up the idea of valuing lessons because the word “lesson” and a lesson itself can be experienced in many ways. When I think of a lesson, I think about it in the context of my own experiences. This might include a school lesson. Someone could experience a lesson from a trade or art. The lesson that I want to talk about is a hard lesson. These are the lessons we learn the hard way. Its interesting how the best lessons are usually the hardest lessons. We know it deep down, but we don’t always talk about it. The hardest lessons happen becauese we actually went out to experience something instead of just reading a book or listening to someone speak.
I learned a hard lesson. Well, the definition of this “hard lesson” is a little different than most. Usually what happens is that something goes wrong, and because of a failure, there is a lesson learned. With my situation, I had a great experience, but what I thought was a story to tell, turned out to be a lesson learned. I know that sounds odd, but its true. I had the priveledge to sit down with a loving and well-respected new married couple. JR and Massiel Ferrer are newly weds that I have known for awhile now. Massiel was one of the kids pastors at my church when I was a teen. JR has been working at marketing for CUC since I’ve been there. These two are a beautiful marriage.
I wanted to meet up with them to do an interview for an article. With valentines day coming up, I thought it would be good to get a perspective on discipleship and practical faith from a newly wed. I had questions prepared and we sat down as JR made me coffee. The interview was fourty minutes long. A beautiful combination of experiences, laughs and passions.
The sad thing is that after that recorded interview, all I have left is the questions. I started with questions and all I have to prove is my questions. After listening to only half of it, I lost the audio file from the interview. I died inside. It hurt. This is my hard lesson. You might ask how I lost the file. I have been asking myself that same questions. I honestly don’t have an answer.
Perspective of Time
Through their whole discussion, I learned a lot about love and passions and marraige. I wanted to share this with everyone else, but I think that wasn’t meant to be. This is the part about perspective of time. Yes, considering what I went there to do, it felt like wasted time because the file disapeared. But, when I change my perspective on my situation based on the lesson that I learned and the time that it took, I have peace about it all. Since you don’t know exactly what happened that weekend, it just seems like another story. But, since I know how incredible that weekend was, I’m not suprised that this happened. It’s interesting how a puzzle piece will fit if you just turn it. The piece never changed its shape or colour, but once you turn it it fits and makes more sence. Losing that file makes no sense to anyone, but me.
The lessons you learn in life don’t need to make sense to anyone else. What has happened fits in your puzzle, not someone else’s. You are the one that knows what the puzzle looks like. And yes, you can go learn lessons from reading books, articles, and watching vidoes. What will you do with all of that? These lessons were leared by people because they did something. Go and learn your lesson.