We live for the end. We love good endings. We love to read the book that is full of mysterious twists and turns and our minds begin to imagine the end.
“How will this end?”, we wonder, and the temptation to turn to the last page can become overwhelming. How can the author bring together all of these plot lines and solve all of the main character’s dilemmas in the remaining pages? So we keep on reading, because we know that the end is still to come.
Sometimes the story is so good that we don’t want it to end. We would rather stay lost in the writer’s imagination. We don’t want our tour through fantasy-land to end, because, well, this is the life we want to live and, even though we cannot live that life, we can imagine it. So, we slow down our reading pace, drinking in each word, like the first sip of morning coffee or the last sip of evening wine.
And sometimes, well, the story is just not very good. We want to skip to the end and get this dreary read over with. Or we just put the book away. Enough.
What kind of story are you living? What kind of ending do you imagine for your story? Do you want to keep reading?
It’s the Sabbath before the Sunday on which the crowds adored the main character. They loved His story. They thought they knew how it would end: the king is coming!
But wait, is he a king or criminal? Who could have dreamt that this is what the Author had in mind? Their songs become jeers? Their palms become swords? Holy Week!
We live for the end. We love good endings. Imagine that this story isn’t just the old, old story. Imagine that His story is your story too? How do you want it to end?