Are you ready?
Good morning from Beijing, Lars writing here.
We’re all taught from a young age that there are no dumb questions, and as a lifelong learner, I believe that this is true. But I have, however, been asked this question no less than two dozen times in the last 72 hours: Are you ready? And my first thought was, Well that’s a dumb question.
No, I’m not ready. Sitting on our hotel room, looking out the window at the most other-worldly place I can think of, trying to grasp the magnitude of these moments in the life of our family – no, I’m not ready.
But, to be honest it’s not in my nature to be altogether ready. I’m a responder, an in-the-moment king of guy. I’m not lazy, I prepare. But I’m not given to being detailed. It was Katie who packed most of our bags, who filed most of the paperwork, who thought through each moment. She is most certainly as ready as one of us could be.
My attempts at readiness are scattered and random in life. Oftentimes when I speak publicly, it’s from an outline with just enough information to have good content and appropriate space to go down another path in the moment if necessary.
So if I’m not ready, what am I?
One of my favorite musical artists Teitur (Faroean artist born Teitur Lassen) recently released his fifth major album entitled Story Music, a collection of folksy, random stories set to rather dramatic and complex music scores. The first track has the following lyrics:
Hopeful. I’m always going to be hopeful. Hopeful, that’s all, I am.
Sinc I first heard that track, these simple words have resonated with me. No, I’m not ready. But I’m hopeful. Maybe hopeful is all that I really am. I’m hopeful for holy moments half way around the world. Hopeful for whatever reaction my new daughter has to Katie and I. Hopeful that, in the end, God will superintend all of the details, upset our life, and change us all when we are unaware and unready.
Today, Tiananmen Square, Forbidden City, Tea in a local home, slaying jetlag. More later