I’ll Leave Tomorrow’s Problems to Tomorrow’s Me.

Before, my biggest dread was high school.

I watched older kids solving problems like a + b = x, while I was still trying to figure out the product of 4 and 5.

No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t find the answer. The thought of having to solve that problem somewhere in the future made me want to stay in grade school forever.

Ten years later, not only did I finish high school, but I graduated college as well.

Thank God.

*

Today, the math I am facing is different.

It’s calculating college costs while Jrue has just finished kindergarten.

It’s estimating a wedding budget for nine-year-old Joab.

It’s agonizing over our old-age expenses in our forties.

Looking at my savings rate today, I don’t see how I’ll afford them. And just like when I was a kid, those math problems give me the same dreadful feeling that keeps me awake at night.

*

There is a phrase I have embraced recently that restored my peace:

“I’ll leave tomorrow’s problems to tomorrow’s me.”

I got it from One Punch Man.

At first, I saw it as funny, lazy, and even irresponsible. But later I found that it has a profound meaning. It gave me the punch I needed to stop shadowboxing with the future.

Jesus said something similar in Matthew 6:34:

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

*

Tomorrow’s fight will happen tomorrow.

Fighting it today is like the younger me trying to solve high school algebra. I’m bound to lose because I don’t have the right tools for it yet.

The “Level 40 Jed” should not try to fight “Level 60 Jed’s” battle.

What I need to focus on instead are the present lessons:

  • Add income.
  • Subtract expenses.
  • Divide them into budgets.
  • Multiply what I have.

Being faithful to today’s short quizzes will prepare me for tomorrow’s final exams.

*

Looking back, the equations that kept me awake ten years ago have all been solved. The fights I once dreaded have already been won.

It’s okay if I don’t have all the answers today.

Tomorrow’s me will.

Thank God.


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Heaven Is Not for Good People

My kids found their playmates in the neighborhood. They meet up every 4:30 in the afternoon and play until sundown.

Today, Joab came home with a frown.

“What happened?” I asked. “Are you hurt?”

“Not really,” he said.

“So, what’s up with that face?”

“I think Wacky is going to hell.”

I leaned in and asked, “Did I hear you correctly? Wacky is going to hell?”

“Yes, because he always says bad words and whacks us with his toy. He’s bad, Daddy. And bad people go to hell, right?”

I took a deep breath and prayed about what I was going to say next.

“Did you fix your bed upstairs before you played outside?”

His eyes widened, “Sorry Dad, I forgot.”

“Hmm. Is disobedience good or bad?”

“Bad.” He responded as he fixed his eyes on the floor.

“Do you think because you did something bad, I should let you sleep outside of the house tonight?”

He gave me a blank stare.

“Of course not,” I said. “I may discipline you, but I won’t kick you out of the house just because you did something bad. You know why?”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because you are my son. You are part of my family.”

I saw tears welling up in his eyes.

“Look at that kid.” I pointed at the girl outside through a window.

“Who? Mitch?” he said.

“I don’t know her name. But she seems to be a good kid.”

“Why do you say she’s good?”

“Well, she’s cleaning up all the toys everyone left after playing.”

“You’re actually right Daddy, Mitch is a good friend.”

“Do you think I should let Mitch sleep here tonight?” I asked.

“Of course not,” he said.

“Why not?”

“She’s not part of the family.”

“Exactly,” I said. “You stay here in my house not because of what you do, but because of who you are. And you are part of my family.”

Then I continued.

“It’s the same with God. Heaven is not for either good or bad people. It’s for God’s family. Wacky might do bad. Mitch can do good. But unless they become God’s children by believing in Him, they both aren’t entering Heaven.”

*

One of my pastors said we will be surprised when we get to Heaven. Some people we don’t expect are there, and the people we expect aren’t there.

Jesus made this clear in Matthew 7:22-23:

“On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’”

Like Mitch, there are many people in this world who do wonderful, good things. They clean up, they help others, and they might even do these deeds in God’s name. But doing good does not automatically make you a member of the house.

Whether you do bad or good is ultimately beside the point. The true question of eternity isn’t about the deeds—it’s about whether or not you are a child of God.


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Creating Your Own Monster

In the 1818 novel, Victor Frankenstein obsessed on a single project: bringing a humanoid to life.

So he shut himself in his lab, working day and night for nearly two years. His cheeks turned pale. His body grew thin. He stopped writing to his father and his fiance. Victor ignored every letter he received, convinced that his work was more important than his personal duties.

He told himself that once the work was finished, he would make it up to them, and return to being a ‘normal’ family man.

But we all know how the story ends. The creature wanted more than what Victor could give. When Victor finally stopped feeding it, it didn’t just leave—it took everything he loved.

What projects are you obsessing about today?

You may be starting that great business idea.

Or buying that dream house.

Or getting into that marriage.

Go for it. But first, consider the cost. Because as Victor learned too late: It is much easier to bring a vision to life than it is to keep one alive.


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