I’m reading through Rob Bell’s book, “Drops Like Stars” | Amazon Link. A chapter that resonates with my heart today revolves around a classic scene where Will Ferrel plays a 30-something married suburbanite who somehow winds up at a frat party. It also revolves around boredom. Bell writes:
“He has the life that’s often portrayed as the ideal- a wife, a house, a job, security, comfort, privilege, freedom- and yet it’s left him bored, numb, and in a low-grade state of dispair. His ‘success’ has actually served to distract him from just how deeply unsatisfying he is with his life.”
Scene From Old School
Some of the other things I’ve been reading and processing lately have some of this flavor mixed in with their ideals: sleepiness. The idea that we go to work, go to church, go to sports for our kids, try to keep the peace in our marriage and family, try not to be embarrassed, try to impress, try, try, try. And it seems a bit ecclesiastical. I wonder if that’s what Bell is trying to get at. He finishes this bit with:
“If we aren’t careful, our success and security and abundance can lead to a certain sort of boredom, a numbing predictability, a paralyzing indifference that comes from being too comfortable.”
Question: How comfortable are you? Maybe it’s time to shake things up.