I Can Go the Distance

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"You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you." - Walt Disney

Now there's a guy who knows what he's talking about. Not an easy life, had Walt. But you wouldn't know it because of the legacy he left, now would you?

Well, no use denying it - 2016 was AWFUL. Holy peanut butter sandwiches, Batman. It was bad. I'm not a pessimist, a whiner, or Grumpy, but there is nothing wrong with stepping back and observing:

To say otherwise would be false and untrue and lying. However, because it was so bad, I learned a whole list of valuable things. But first, let's jump back a bit.

If you read my last blog post then you'll know why I had a horrific year. I don't condone murmuring, but this year really was one big pile of poo, pardon my French. I would have given anything to stop being me, or better still, just be dead. On numerous occasions I was beyond ready to just snuff it. It was going to be such a beautiful funeral. A choir was going to sing "The Impossible Dream", they were gonna play the bagpipes at the graveside service, there was going to be an inscription in Elvish and a Deathly Hallows on my headstone, and everybody was going to be crying like they didn’t know how they’d survive without me. Sigh. I was gypped.

But you know something? Even after all the H-E-double broomsticks I endured this year....I'm OK. I'm a year older, a bit wiser, and best yet - I have a greater capacity to keep going. I earned my emotional black belt, thank you very much. And because of my experiences, my empathy and compassion have grown exponentially.

Toward the end of this year, I had the delightful opportunity to play Mary Hatch Bailey in "It's A Wonderful Life", a dream I thought would never come true (particularly not in 2016, when life seemed determined to have its cake and eat mine too). In that role I developed a greater understanding of George Bailey's plight, but especially that of the whole human race. The show itself touched my heart, yes, but more importantly, I met people there that I needed and that needed me in return; suddenly I found myself offering comfort and service to those who were experiencing trials not unlike the ones I'd already endured. I could feel their pain, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I actually knew how to help. Coincidence? I think not!!

So after what was quite possibly the Dead Marshes of my life, the time came when I finally found myself saying, "Oh."

No longer does the thought, "Why me?" cross my mind without the immediate response, "So that you could know what this feels like", or, "Because I knew you could do it," or even, “Because I need you to be a little stronger,” flashing right back.

Because I endured unspeakable things, I know how it feels to be “just like everybody else”. Because I did time in the pit of despair, I can connect with my fellow men on a level that I couldn't have done before - the hopelessness, the pain, the vulnerability, the loneliness, the darkness, the dementors closing in, the fear that the sun may never shine on you again, so you'd better just get used to it. Simply put: I get it now. And I couldn't have gained that knowledge without, like Hercules, having my strength taken away and being made to feel completely weak and helpless.

If there's one important lesson I've learned, it's this: Courage is rarely manifest through large acts; it's usually manifest through small ones. It's rarely witnessed by anyone other than God. It's practically never recognized or celebrated for what it really is, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve credit for it. Heavenly Father is cheering you on every step of the way, whether your breakdowns and personal pep talks are witnessed by anyone other than Him, or not. I know He saw me turn on "The Battle of the Pelennor Fields" Lord of the Rings track in the car before school in the morning, even if nobody else did - and I bet angels were silently crying, "DEATH!!!" along with me in the seat next to mine as I accelerated up the hill. He saw me pack my lightsaber every day before I left the house. He heard me cry, "Expecto patronum!" at the darkness night after night after night, and I testify that He sent a patronus in the form of angels to watch over me night and day. He knows how much chocolate I've consumed this year and why. He knows how hard my personal quest has been, and He recognizes every effort to try “When [my] arms are too weary to reach the unreachable star."

But dang it - I KNOW now how the Riders of Rohan felt charging onto the Pelennor Fields against an army of 600,000 orcs. I know how Atticus felt when he took the case to defend Tom Robinson when he suspected he wouldn’t win. I know how Colonel John Rouse Merriott Chard felt at the battle of Rorke’s Drift when he heard the echo of thousands of Zulu warriors pounding on their shields in the distance. I know how Harry felt when he walked into the Forbidden Forest alone, thinking he'd never come back.

And in retrospect, isn't that a COOL feeling? 'Cause guess what - it means I have really lived and I have really fought - in some cases, for life.

God knows you. He understands how difficult this is for YOU, even when no one else does. And not only does He provide ways for us to accomplish seemingly impossible tasks, but He allows us to be the heroic force in the lives of others to help them accomplish theirs. Doesn't that make it all worth it?

We'll never know how many George Baileys we have encountered, or whether or not we've helped them off of that bridge. But doesn't it feel wonderful at those times when we do? Isn't it wonderful to be part of the work of saving souls?

But how can we do that unless we ourselves have been there? Isn't that how the Savior helped us - by descending below all things, taking on the infirmities of His people, and engraving us on the palms of His hands?

Yes, 2016 was AWFUL. But here is the list of valuable things I took away from it:

1. Courage is crying yourself to sleep every night, but still getting up the next morning.

2. Real empathy and compassion only come through suffering.

3. Sometimes it's better for Heavenly Father not to take away the pain, if it means you get to become a wise, old, Jedi master as a result of it.

4. Small and simple, achievable goals are okay.

5. God is making you into what HE wants you to be, and that's gotta be a lot better than anything you've got in mind.

6. Forgive and let go. Don't drink that poison anymore.

7. A detour is never a waste of time if you learn something along the way.

8. If you want to win friends and influence people, you need to suffer first. Anybody who says otherwise is selling something.

I survived this mess. My outlook on the future is forever changed. Though there are moments when I cry out as John Adams did, “Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?!” I can also say with him, "Through all the gloom I can see the rays of ravishing light and glory."

I know that as long as I don't quit, as long as I keep fighting, I know ultimately what the outcome of my life will be. I know that good old Sam was right when he said,

“It’s like in the great stories - the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the ending, because how could the end be happy? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass, a new day will come, and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you - that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think I do understand. I know now; folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something: That there is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.”

Pain is temporary. Trials don't last forever. Things may get pretty bad, but it's never worth jumping off a bridge. This life is a gift, with which we can do so much good. "Each man's life touches so many other lives, and when he isn't around, it leaves an awful hole." We can have the opportunity to be a George Bailey or a Clarence in the lives of those around us.

But we have to reach outside ourselves. We have to look at the big picture. So you've had a few setbacks. Yeah, well. So have all the greats. By Grabthar's Hammer, you can pick yourself up and make the most of it. Not every trial defines you, nor is it always given to you for YOU. Sometimes it's for the sake of others - because everybody needs to be rescued, and sometimes God lets you be the hero. If we can just open our eyes and see that, then it’s so much easier "To fight for the right without question or pause, to be willing to march into Hell for a heavenly cause....”

I know with all my heart that God has a plan. I know He can be trusted. I know that there is a point and purpose to every trial, and if we will only put our faith in Him God can work miracles and we can be an instrument for good in the lives of others. He doesn't give us problems because he wants to watch us suffer. He wants us to become something more. We all have that potential. And I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to that day when, after all this is over, “A great, warm welcome will be waiting for me. The crowds will cheer when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying, ‘This is where I’m meant to be.’” They are just waiting beyond the veil, they are screaming your name from the sidelines, and they are pushing the back of your handcart.

I will find my way. I can go the distance. I’ll be there someday - if I can continue to be strong. I know every mile will be worth my while. And I will endure anything to return home to the presence of God - where I really belong.

It was, and is, all worth it.