Once upon a time, a band calling itself The Eagles sang about a hole in the world. The inspiration behind those words was fresh at the time, but the backdrop, the mosaic of the human condition if you will, was anything but new to this spinning ball of rock we call home.There has been much ado about nothing and even more to do about something of late in various media outlets, social and otherwise. Our world has been one filled with disease and disagreement long before you, I, or famous folks with really strange hair came onto the present day scene. And still, the beat goes on.
In statistical mathematics, you deal with averages, one of the most common referred to as “the mean”. When you begin to analyze certain conditions in detail, you determine how many “standard deviations” you are away from the mean.
In my lifetime, the average lifespan of modern man was long considered to be 72. Half of 72, the average, the “mean”, or a mid point would then be 36 years.
I spent some time this week in the clutches of one (or more) of our world’s diseases. The NBA might have said I was “suffering from flu-like symptoms”, but I digress.
During said days spent sweating it out on the sofa, I watched a lot of television. I might even confess a brief binge of a modern day “telenovela”, but that would digress even further, so I will get to my point.
If you go back within a standard deviation or two from today’s “mean”, you find yourself back in the early 1980’s, which just so happened to be the subject of a lengthy documentary I watched during this week’s convalescence .
And it got me to thinking. There is little, if anything, new under the sun. Solomon could not have said it any better, nor did he.
We had real fears back in the 1980’s. There was disease. There were threats. There were disagreements. There were wars. There was poverty.
And there were politicians to stir our great American melting pot, for bad and for good.
Red and yellow, black and white, we all are precious in His sight. I think that’s how the song goes.
We’ve been down roads like this before. We found our way then, and we will do so again, in the 36 years that lie before us, should time go on or until The LORD calls us home. The sun will rise, and the sun will set.
In that, I have no doubt.
We just need to remind ourselves how to best love one another, and in so doing, how to deviate further from the mean streak within our world and within ourselves.
It doesn’t get any more standard than that.