What matters? Not academic. Personal. Very personal. For each of us.
We can list a number of answers. It matters that I continue to breathe. [That’s not simply a “duh,” because for some, not many, but some, that wouldn’t be the first priority.]
A quagmire to that, basic breathing, are many contesting forces. These items matter: who is the next president of our country; how we define our personal citizenship when singing the national anthem; whether our income is not dwarfed by our expenses; whether our medical “situations” are not dire with a calendar attached to them; whether our kids receive and contribute to with their energy and focus a good education; whether our parenting skills bring the best for our kids…and from us; whether who we are matters both when mirroring and looking through the mirror as a window to life and circumstance we engage.
Personally, what matters starts with theology. Not with someone else’s opinion. Not with my blood sugar measurement. Not with what the scale says. It starts with these realities that with every effort I try never to blur or discard:
God has gifted my life.
God has gifted my day.
God has gifted each moment.
Being created in the “image of God” means I am authorized to represent God.
May I do that…no matter what. Even when standing in the grocery line and offering to pay for the person ahead of me. Even when getting up at oh-dark-thirty to attend our grandson’s grandparent breakfast. Even when being told the unwelcomed from my doctor about the need to jack-up the mg level of my meds.
It is to live each day…NO MATTER WHAT…with the primary relationship with God never secondary. And the ways in which imaging happens…to have integrity and effort…not to dazzle…but to live and breathe and have my being.
Now. Secondary mattering.
Go Broncos. Go Cubs. Go Spurs. Secondary but not unimportant or irrelevant.