GOD'S DOGGONE MATH
Somewhere in the bible it says something like "To God, a day is like a thousand years and a year is like a thousand days." Or something like that. I'm so overwhelmed with all the stuff I don't have to do right now that I'm not going to look it up. But you get the picture. God's math is just entirely different than ours. Always has been.
I'm okay with that. Because I've been on the receiving end of supernatural math more than once. I've driven down a dark highway for 35 miles on an empty gas tank that was telling me I could only drive zero miles. I've caught a plane that left on time even though I arrived ten minutes late. There has been a couple of times when the math has been too much to count. Once I had a meal with a family of 11--yes ELEVEN. I watched one normal-sized pot of spaghetti feed all twelve of us with big, heaping helpings. Two of the boys had seconds. There was a full serving left over! I've had so many 'loaves and fishes' experiences that I sort of stopped remembering them. They're just part and parcel of what it means to trust the God who is both outside of time and only limited by our lack of faith. And dog years? How does that math work? Seven years to our one? That would make Lucy a 14-year old teenager. Yesterday, I got another glimpse into how dogs calculate things. We were walking and she asked me how many miles I was going to run. Run? Miles? I told her she was forgetting two things. A. I don't run.
B. I don't run.
Then she explained that each square on the sidewalk was a mile in dog math. So I DID run---three different times---about ten to twenty miles each time. So many miles I stopped counting and yet, surprisingly enough, I'm not even sore today. We're living in a time of what? Limbo? Fear? Crisis? Change? Transition? It's interesting to me that the WHOLE world is in this space. It's difficult for me to think this is all about a virus. Obviously, it is the catalyst or tool, but my Spidey-sense tells me that there is much more going on than just a rogue virus. Which is not to say I'm tied into some sort of conspiracy theory. I'm not. Though there may be some machinations behind the scenes that would blow me away. Even if that is true, I'm much more convinced that there is a divine timeline being reconfigured. For the entire planet, apparently. Mathematically speaking, our collective past, present and future are now the greatest word problem ever put on the blackboard. The world's population times CV-19, less the income squared by the bailouts, plus the panic divided by the number of prayers multiplied the number answered, minus the amount of giving being done then divided by the media's sensationalism with politicians' greed cubed . . . what does all that equal? Obviously the wrong answer is 250 rolls of toilet paper. The correct answer is: I don't know. But I do know that if we run this race well, we'll have put in some serious mileage. I also know that the challenging time we're in, and may be in for a while, also has the potential to be a tremendous launching pad into something truly amazing. That's God's math. And Lucy's.