Do I have any Oncers in the house?!
If you have no idea what I’m talking about, allow me to introduce you to my favorite show, “Once Upon A Time.”
(All credits to ABC)
Just saying, the first five seasons are on Netflix right now.
Anyway, before I gallop off into some wild and obsessive tangent, let me make clear my point in mentioning the show.
In its current season, there’s a story arc that involves a community of people who arrive to the real world after having spent several decades in, “The Land of Untold Stories.” Ahead of impending crises, these people chose to place an infinite pause on their lives by escaping to this land. There, their lives have remained in a redundant loop of stagnance. Now, forced back into the real world, they are once again faced with the problems they thought they’d eluded.
Do these people sound a little familiar?
That’s because, in a sense, they are us. Too often, we run from our problems instead of facing them. Like the people from, “The land of Untold Stories,” many of our lives play on a revolving track of monotony. We try to escape by running: changing jobs, moving to new neighborhoods, even switching up our hair. But our plights remain, like a bitter aftertaste refusing to be swallowed.
There aren’t many (if any) victories that have been won by retreat. Problems don’t disappear just because they go unacknowledged. If anything, we provide them with the perfect environment to grow. Until we confront our problems head on, they will continue to resurface again and again in our lives.
So what if you’re afraid to face your problems: Join the rest of the world. The interruption of any cycle is always met with some apprehension. But, unresolved fear is like an untreated cancer. It will infect every part of our lives until treatment is provided.
What treatment, you ask?
Same as always: God.
The realms we’ve created to hide from our problems will be difficult to escape. Blessedly, we don’t have to do it alone. We need only to surrender our troubles to God and He will lead the way to victory.
The saddest part about fear, is its ability to snuff out beauty. If we allow ourselves to be held captive by fear, we also veil ourselves from the beauty that awaits the conqueror.
And that, indeed, is tragic.