>The "Click"

>I think that there is a moment in every person's life where the inevitable "click" will occur. It is a subtle moment, more of a whisper than that shoot-out-of-a-dream resolve that wakes you from a nightmare, that leads to the changing of how you operate. You will see the functions of your mind smoothing out, despite the piling of even more lists and rules and expectations and responsibilities, and you will begin to understand how to deal with it. Unfortunately, I don't think that this moment comes from constant drilling and attempts to instill values (unless it is to a dog) but rather an instant of clarity that each individual will force himself to remember when the high wears off.

I believe some call it "growing up." I choose to call it "de-juvenilization."

It is in this moment that you begin to assume your role as the functioning member of society worthy of contributing and having your opinions respected. The opinions of a juvenile in today's society are all but respected (unfortunately, because some of them are extremely valid), and so it takes growing out of this phase to truly assume who you are called to be. I have found my walk with God growing stronger not because I'm looking for fire insurance or attempting to appear more righteous than those around me, but because I have recognized the daunting truth that I literally cannot do things by myself. I have moved past the arrogance of your average mall-walker towards this position of humility not for humility's sake, but because I have begun to understand that I really am not all that, and my way usually isn't right. I have noticed that when I begin thinking about humanity as a whole, I understand that we are all here, suspended in this existence between birth and eternity and everybody is trying all of the most ridiculous things to feel valid... I see that people are people no matter how calloused they seem or how daunting their status and that they probably feel just as I do, which is insignificant sometimes and at other times kings of the world. It helps me respect people for who they are because we're all in the same boat, and perhaps it is my love that will help them to see the love of my Savior.

I realize I'm rambling again, as this blog is less than organized thought-wise, but perhaps the open-endedness will cause you, the faithful reader, to think about whatever application I intended and formulate your own opinions on anything I'm talking about. Hey, maybe somebody will comment on one of these things and start up a discussion.

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.