Bucket List

Old Bucket

The time is short.
1 Corinthians 7:29

There’s not much time. We’ve already had the 2000-year warning and, taking commercial time outs into account, we probably have only a few short years to go (give or take a millennia) before the game’s over, except for overtime (over 200 of them so far by most counts) and flagrant delays of game variously due to bad officiating, inept score keeping, and rampant player confusion.

But the game will end sometime, unless you subscribe to the everything-will-go-on-forever-just-like-it-has-been-going-on-for, like, forever theory, which I happen to don’t. Besides, look at this place. Who in their right minds—or even their left minds—would want this place to go on forever as is? Try as I might to buy into Pope’s (not the the one) poetic maxim “Whatever is is right” I cannot shake the conviction that eventually somebody’s going to have to flush the toilet.

When that happens is anybody’s guess, which, unfortunately, many have taken as an invitation to do so rather than as a caution not to, but religion has a way of bringing out the flake in folks so I’m not going to judge people who insist that they know what even Jesus didn’t other than to roll my eyes and make fun of them.

But, as I was saying, since nobody actually knows which is the last float in the parade (unless you’re talking the Macy’s parade in which case it’s always Santa) it’s probably wise to be ready to bolt from curbside to try to beat the traffic out of there.

Which brings me to my point. Since this is a limited run—and even if the show gets extended due to surging ticket sales, I myself have a limited shelf life as my body keeps reminding me. Like I say, knowing that I don’t have all the time in the world (and wouldn’t know what to do with it if I did), I have been thinking about what I most would like to accomplish before either the world kicks the bucket or I do. Some people want to travel. Some want to jump out of airplanes or climb mountains. Some want to learn to play piano or cook soufflés. There are even books to tell you which 25 things you need to do/see/hear/read/taste before you die. But none of those things click for me. They just seem like frenetic last-minute self-shopping lists that are essentially no different (except maybe in size and cost) than what people have been doing for themselves already. Why cross the bar with all that extra ballast?

But who am I to judge? (This is a rhetorical question.)

So here’s my bucket list. It’s not very long, in no particular order, and probably won’t impress anybody, but it’s what I really hope to do before the fat lady sings or I accidentally stumble into the path of a speeding Hostess delivery truck:

  • Stop posing as a balanced, reasonable, inclusive religious person
  • Boldly speak of Jesus Christ without qualifications or apology
  • Seek the Kingdom of God first for a change
  • Demonstrate that Christianity is about power not words
  • Practice what I preach (I may save this one until later)

Well, that’s about it. No skydiving. No mountain climbing. Still, I figure my bucket list is dangerous enough to get me killed anyway. There are worse ways to go, and there may be some advantages to checking out early—not that I wouldn’t mind playing a little longer.

After all, there’s a whole lot of totally useless stuff yet to enjoy.

galvanized metal pail tipped on side


One Response

  1. Thanks for your list Fred. I don’t think as deeply as you do. I just know when God calls me, I follow – be it traveling, sky diving or knitting. My future has nothing to do with me and everything to do with God. Obedience is hard and unpopular some days but I keep marching and let someone Else choose the parade route.

    *Annlouise Ferguson*

    On Sun, Feb 2, 2014 at 9:02 PM, Our Daily Fred

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