Steady

Last night some friends and I watched a movie about the holocaust. It traced a young boy's trek from freedom to captivity to freedom in about two hours. The wonder of cinema was able to condense several years into several minutes. Similarly, on my bookshelves I have a number of biographies. In just several hundred pages, they condense decades of life. Television, too, routinely summarizes hours, days, weeks, months and years into bite size segments.

Life is more like a river than a waterfall. It can meander from place to place. In some places it deepens and in other places it is shallow. There are rapids here and calm pools there. No matter what its momentary course, no matter what its state, it flows. It moves steadily in one direction. Like a well-lived life, it moves steadily, day by day, in one good direction.