fantasy or maturity

What’s so bad about this life that forces us to live in a state of fantasy?
Even in third-world countries, places that lack many resources, the ability to distract oneself is rising.  We see this with addictions to movies, TV, video games, daydreams, obsession over the future, the past, consuming thoughts of what could have been or what was better than this, all waiting for the tiniest window of opportunity to jump in and take over.  They wait patiently on the bench like a 2nd string player begging to get put in and prove that they are better than what’s currently playing.

Still, it would be silly and utmost foolish to blame this lack of concentration or control on the addiction itself.  It’s like putting doggy doors throughout your house, then becoming upset when the animal comes inside and dirties your freshly cleaned floors.  It’s not the destroyers fault for entering but ours for not being better guards.  Which is where we are able to see the irony in the situation.

We desire these distractions because we often feel as if we are unable or unwilling to control the tangible relationships or unknown aspects of life.  So we grasp for what we can create or find ourselves, thinking this is improving our ability to control, unknowing that we are slowly but surely surrendering what tiny bit we had left.

We slump into these fantasies to provoke the opposite of what we have been dealt.

We can’t handle rejection, so we desire to become the rejector.

We can’t grasp the unknown so we search for the predictable. 

We shake at the thought of difficult times so we withdraw into what we know makes us feel good.

But I ask, for the sake of what? 

We begin to sacrifice growth for stagnation, maturity for child-like behavior, healing for decay, wisdom for foolishness, trust for doubt, faith for persuasion, truth for lies, discernment for lack of judgement, good for evil, and life for death, all for the comfort of self-protection.

Our actions determine our growth.  Each step inward, towards ourself, is one step back from becoming what we were meant to be.

This morning I was convicted as I was reminded of what I am capable of becoming when I desire fantasy over reality.

7 In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and     tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his     reverence. 8 Although he was a son, he learned obedience through what he suffered. 9 And     being made perfect, he became the source of eternal salvation to all who obey him, 10 being     designated by God a high priest after the order of Melchizedek.

11 About this we have much to say, and it is hard to explain, since you have become dull of     hearing. 12 For though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach     you again the basic principles of the oracles of God. You need milk, not solid food, 13 for     everyone who lives on milk is unskilled in the word of righteousness, since he is a child. 14     But solid food is for the mature, for those who have their powers of discernment trained by     constant practice to distinguish good from evil.

Hebrews 5:7-14


Glory be to God, The Holy Spirit, and our Savior Jesus, the only one capable of maturing my faith, forever and ever. Amen.