
So...is it the beginning of wisdom when you finally realize that you live in a state of folly?
It surely doesn't feel that way but I see a glimmer that that may be the opening door of wisdom.
I've lived my life purposefully (as much as I could) - consciously making major decisions with one foot in the grave--will this matter in the long run of life, will this matter in the generations to come, will this matter in eternity? As I looked at raising a family, it was done with these things in mind-what was true and lasting and important-love of God, relationship and love of others and of self. When one is young- all things seem possible and energy is seemingly endless. It didn't matter that creating traditions took time, nights without sleep to prepare the best surprises or keep up the newly found traditions that would give the message of love, relationship, God and family.
One such incidence was the crazy notion that I must be at my Dad's Birthday (81st?) to show him how important he was to me and to show our children the importance of family, no matter the cost. We packed up our small children early in the morning to be in Anaheim by dinner to celebrate with him and we had to leave the next morning to be back for an appointment in Sacramento. It was a feat, but family was that important! I'll never forget, after the long drive with small children, ringing my parent's doorbell, awaiting the surprise and the hugs from my Dad, to only be greeted with, "Oh, I didn't know you were coming- did you read the newspaper today?" I was dumbfounded- I hugged Dad and said , "Dad, we drove all the way from Sacramento to surprise you for your birthday." This lack of enthusiasm was uncharacteristic, I knew that, but still it hurt, so after our brief hug, I excused myself and went into the back bedroom and broken-heartedly cried.
Was this folly? To work so hard to love, to build memories, to enrich relationship ...only to be asked if I had read the paper today? Where is the wisdom? Is the very effort folly? (I know it was insanely crazy but was it folly?) One thinks... I thought... when I was a young Mom, I knew what was really important with one foot in the grave...but did I? Did I pour my life into folly? These are the questions on this side of life. More important...what shall I know to be true wisdom? One of the guiding sayings I kept present as our 4 children were growing up was, "Teach them always to gain in wisdom and in grace.." Now, on this side of life, it seems ironic- for what do I know of wisdom? I am just now getting a glimpse of folly. With the psalmist I pray, "Behold, Thou dost desire truth in the innermost being, And in the hidden part Thou will make me know wisdom." ps 51:6
This is my prayer,
but for now,
I am thinking that, just maybe,
folly is the gatekeeper of wisdom.