When you have to console yourself with 16th century poetry, you know you’ve had a rough day.
Today my debut album “Little Songs” was released. Today I am also sick. Like, at 9am I went to a radio station for an interview and threw up in the hallway type sick. Also, I lost my voice. It’s completely gone. Didn’t leave a note. I flew to New York City last night and had a schedule full of release day activities that had to be cancelled.
Needless to say, it wasn’t the plan. I wasn’t prepared. I need me some shakespeare.
What’s the big deal you ask? Well, let me fill you in on me. Generally speaking, I proceed under the assumption that everything has an ultimate standard, to which I may be privy, if the right experts are consulted and the right steps taken. When the ultimate standards are met, or at least striven towards, all is well with the world. When they are not met, it’s a hop skip and a jump from apocalypse. Like Left-Behind style, the pilot has been raptured and I’m still on the plane type apocalypse.
In other words, deep down I believe that with enough planning, preparation, discipline and follow-through I can live the ideal case scenario 100% of the time. (Deep sigh). Days like today, reality, in the form of some pesky virus, strikes.
I wasn’t prepared to be sick today. I had all sorts of plans surrounding the release that are now going to have to be re-worked. By my estimation, it’s not the ideal case scenario.
But this evening, Hamlet has some comforting words.
“There is a destiny that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.”
Jesus said something to this effect as well.
The end is being shaped by a destiny. And the destiny that shapes my end is itself being shaped by an inestimably loving God, to whom human beings are inestimably precious. However rough-hewn my efforts, however far I fall short of the ultimate standard, I am in the gracious grips of a Father who has in mind a destiny that is ultimately beautiful, in every sense of both words.
I didn’t anticipate today, but God did. He will worry about my future. I’ll worry about Shakespeare.
Plus if the world did end and I was reading Shakespeare how epic would that be?