Day after day, it reappears.
I have this friend. I’d like to say our respective roles are part mentor, part mentee, but in truth we are men at work, to borrow a phrase. Therein, may I suggest, lies the rub.
He and I were touring through an exhibit yesterday dubbed “National History Day”. In the course of conversation, he mentioned how over a third of all submitted written work is likely partially or heavily plagiarized. Is it from laziness, or could it be mankind is caught up in the knowledge that there are new questions or problems under the sun?
Solomon, himself, could not have said it any better, and yet I believe he did. Touché?
In the spirit of “turnitin.com”, may I suggest some, if not much, of our work and daily walk is being vetted in this great algorithm we call life.
Truth be told, this idea drives a proverbial stake toward the heart of issues I am living with in many current friendships, each of which defines me as “the older guy” in the equation.
Friendships dealing with work.
Friendships dealing with disease.
Friendships dealing with temptation.
Friendships questioning purpose, and meaning.
Friendships abounding in love.
In my younger days, “Men at Work” was an Australian rock band. While their stardom may have been short lived, at best, their lyrical musings came to me in a conversation with one young friend just the other night. See if my plagiarized memory strikes a chord with you:
I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be all right
Perhaps it’s just imagination
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away.
Day after day, it reappears, indeed. It did again today. So, too, do the words of the LORD:
“Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest? “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.”
Overkill? I think not.
Plagiarism? Perhaps, but there is no problem new under the sun.
We all just need to turn it in, to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine.
Yes. I too read that somewhere.