avoiding alliterative titles...ah crap.
3:34 am.
I'm in the middle of practicing for an essay question.
Because I have a midterm tomorrow. And normally I don't pull all-nighters for midterms. But I have failed every quiz. And I don't fail quizzes. And I don't know my grade in the class because when our teacher passed them out, I chose ignorance over humiliation and just threw the paper out. Because I am DETERMINED to do well on this midterm.
And I have planned out my entire night, except for blogging. That wasn't in the plans. I had a snack planned at 2 & 4 (so really blogging is just to get me until my next snack time). Ten-minute breaks at the top of every hour. But I'm running behind because I wanted to blog.
(let's be honest, I had to pull a Whitney move...I freaking planned out my night. Whitney doesn't plan anything out. The thought of this scared me so I had to deviate from my schedule.)
I was going to rant and rave about midterms and the futility of it all. I was going to lay it out there, guys. About how no one will ever ask me how I did on the midterms of fall semester my senior year. No one will ask me about my grade in Music history, no one will care. So why am I doing this? Why do we have to do midterms, when all we want to do is get our diplomas already?! Midterms are nothing!!
I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!
I don't mean to Jesus-juke you all (Christian school phrase), but the more I thought about it, the more I realize that's exactly what Jesus did:
He submitted Himself to...midterms.
Why didn't he just come and save the day? Why was he born? Why allow Himself to go through potty training, losing baby teeth, first zits, the stomach flu, awkward adolescence, schooling? He could have just come, died, and risen again, couldn't he?
And yet this great and glorious King...who, of all of us, knows the joys of Life without the mundane inconveniences, chose to subject Himself to life's figurative midterms. He chose to endure the seemingly unimportant, problematic, untimely, and insignificant little daily problems we all face. For some reason, living through that was important to Him.
And none of that first zit-popping, first tooth-losing, stomach flu cookie-tossing stuff is in the Bible. No one hardly even thinks about it. We don't praise Him for that. No one asks about if He ever accidentally farted really loud in class, or about that day He just had a terrible headache. But...He was human, right? He HAD to have had those...right? I wonder if those little things were the worst for Him. To know what it was like to NOT have to feel tired, to never wake up with a head cold on the busiest day, and yet have to endure it. Wow. Why did He choose to endure life's midterms and the inevitable all-nighter that precedes them?
Maybe there is something important about the unimportant things.
I'm in the middle of practicing for an essay question.
Because I have a midterm tomorrow. And normally I don't pull all-nighters for midterms. But I have failed every quiz. And I don't fail quizzes. And I don't know my grade in the class because when our teacher passed them out, I chose ignorance over humiliation and just threw the paper out. Because I am DETERMINED to do well on this midterm.
And I have planned out my entire night, except for blogging. That wasn't in the plans. I had a snack planned at 2 & 4 (so really blogging is just to get me until my next snack time). Ten-minute breaks at the top of every hour. But I'm running behind because I wanted to blog.
(let's be honest, I had to pull a Whitney move...I freaking planned out my night. Whitney doesn't plan anything out. The thought of this scared me so I had to deviate from my schedule.)
I was going to rant and rave about midterms and the futility of it all. I was going to lay it out there, guys. About how no one will ever ask me how I did on the midterms of fall semester my senior year. No one will ask me about my grade in Music history, no one will care. So why am I doing this? Why do we have to do midterms, when all we want to do is get our diplomas already?! Midterms are nothing!!
I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!
I don't mean to Jesus-juke you all (Christian school phrase), but the more I thought about it, the more I realize that's exactly what Jesus did:
He submitted Himself to...midterms.
Why didn't he just come and save the day? Why was he born? Why allow Himself to go through potty training, losing baby teeth, first zits, the stomach flu, awkward adolescence, schooling? He could have just come, died, and risen again, couldn't he?
And yet this great and glorious King...who, of all of us, knows the joys of Life without the mundane inconveniences, chose to subject Himself to life's figurative midterms. He chose to endure the seemingly unimportant, problematic, untimely, and insignificant little daily problems we all face. For some reason, living through that was important to Him.
And none of that first zit-popping, first tooth-losing, stomach flu cookie-tossing stuff is in the Bible. No one hardly even thinks about it. We don't praise Him for that. No one asks about if He ever accidentally farted really loud in class, or about that day He just had a terrible headache. But...He was human, right? He HAD to have had those...right? I wonder if those little things were the worst for Him. To know what it was like to NOT have to feel tired, to never wake up with a head cold on the busiest day, and yet have to endure it. Wow. Why did He choose to endure life's midterms and the inevitable all-nighter that precedes them?
Maybe there is something important about the unimportant things.
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| i forgive you, midterms. peace & love & ....4 AM! SNACK TIME!!! |
I don't know why He did it.
But if He thinks it's important, I guess I should too.
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