I never thought I'd be one who commutes to work coast to coast. Yesterday it occurred to me that I have become just that. No. I didn't hop on a jet and fly business class to the west coast one day and then hurry back to the east coast the next. What I did do was drive to the Pacific coast on Wednesday, meeting with a couple of national pastors on the way, and return home Wednesday night...and...had everything gone as planned, I would have driven to the Caribbean coast on Thursday for a meeting. (As it turned out, I went about half way to pick up the pastor who had arranged the meeting only to find out that the meeting had been called off because of some sort of communication breakdown. He had tried to call me before I got there, but there is no cell phone service as I pass through the mountains.) So...my whole illustration lost some of its umph, because, although it's entirely feasible that it could have happened, it didn't. (Of course, this type of traveling is possible in Costa Rica...look at a map.)
How many times in our lives do plans change? things that could have been, don't occur? What a life I would have had if all my plans would have panned out. Just think, in this case I could have bragged about being a coast to coast commuter. I could have said I had dinner on a Pacific beach Wednesday night and breakfast at the Caribbean on Thursday. It would have sounded so good. No need to give all the facts.
Ever feel a need to embellish a story or maybe leave out a few facts, just to make it sound better...actually to make you sound better, or more interesting? Wonder why we do that. You see, it wouldn't have been a lie to say I sometimes commuted coast to coast. But leaving out that one little fact that I live in Costa Rica sort of taints the story.
OK. So I don't really know why I posted this silly thought. Just seemed like there was a lesson there somewhere. I'll let you make your own application.
