On Tuesday (the 10th), I found myself at the doctor’s office once again. My health has seemed impossible lately, and my visits to the doctor’s office have increased. I will be glad when I can consider myself well again. Ironically though, I found myself enjoying the doctor’s visit as I found God’s presence even there. I brought my Bible and notebook with me to the doctor’s office–this is something I often do as it helps me to pass the time in the waiting room. But that day, my prayers began with a question, which was sparked by a video.
The night before (on Monday night), my husband and I had watched a video about the social condition of millennials–a generation I was shocked to discover I was a part of. If you have about fifteen minutes to spare, you can check out the video below.
While I feel that this speaker was trying to comfort millennials, I fear he created more of a sense of hopelessness. He basically says that everything wrong with our generation is a direct result of failed parenting strategies coupled with the change to an instantaneous society and the ever-growing presence of technology. In other words, we are the way we are, and it is NOT our fault. Therefore, we are off the hook. I suppose some people would find this comforting, but I didn’t. I was left wondering:
How do we fix this? What changes can I make so that my son won’t suffer a similar–or worse–fate?
The solution seemingly proposed in the video is essentially this: millennials were not reared properly, and it is now up to their employers to make sure they are productive, confident, and satisfied members of society. He says something to the effect of I’m sorry, but if the parents and the schools failed to do this, then it is up to the corporations to do so.
This is not the answer I had hoped for.
I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I am not happy about leaving the fate of my son, let alone my own well-being in the hands of my employer–or ANY employer for that matter. Of course, I agree that employers should encourage and build confidence in their employees. Yet, there is something about handing over control of this issue to my employers that makes me feel a bit helpless. Plus, I don’t like the idea of my strength and confidence coming from a job. This is something, I believe, that should come from within, namely from a relationship with God.
As I poured out my thoughts, fears, and concerns about the matter in my notebook, God began to speak. But not in the way I expected. You see, when you are sitting in the waiting room at a doctor’s office, you encounter a lot of interruptions. The TV is on, and you constantly have to remind yourself to tune it out. There are people coming in and out of the room; doors shutting and echoing down the hall. There is always one man in the back corner with a croupy cough, and of course, a nurse can enter at any time and call your name, (which is precisely what happened).
She called me at just the right time too, for I began to feel pressure on my shoulders the helplessness of my situation slowly consumed me. The nurse weighed me and took me back to another room to wait for an x-ray the doctor had ordered. I sat with my back to the window and pulled out my journal again. This is when I heard God speak: Look outside, he said. I shrugged and looked out the window. I had a view of the parking lot. The wind was blowing through the small trees that stood, rooted at the end of each parking row. Their bare branches shook in delight. The sky was overcast, allowing us to view our part of the world with a gray filter. But it wasn’t cold. It was probably close to 65°. It didn’t feel like an early morning in January; instead, it felt more like spring.
Then, God spoke one word:
The situation described in this video is an impossible one. Millennials aren’t going to change, and many of their employers have no interest in helping them do so. Either way, changes doesn’t happen overnight. It is impossible.
Many of life’s situations seem impossible. It would be impossible for be to “fix” 29 years of conditioning within myself. It is impossible to ensure that my son leads the idealized life that I think he deserves. But the good news is this: our God is the God of the Impossible. It is not in my power to do anything. But with God living in me, I will be able to do all things.
Therefore, this year I will draw strength from this one word and from my God’s ability to make the impossible possible in my life.