11/20/2022 0 Comments A million miles in a thousand years![]() ![]() God is a sick, twisted being who gets his kicks out of watching us suffer. Well then we become angry and start eating more Hagen-Daaz. Or falling in love with someone who seems quite content in loving someone else. Or when we starting living out our day-to-day where all the heroic scenes are apparently re-written with 50 unbearable pages about going to the office and drinking bitter coffee. We want God to call us and say “Shower and shave! I’ve just written the story you were born to play.”Īnd then, when seemingly God forgets our number. That’s the story we want delivered to us. We want God to write some heroic scenes where we get to rescue the girl, make a million, kiss the girl, save the bus full of kids from the upcoming cliff while we’re on the phone making a few more million, and then relax on a tropical island (which we own) drinking Mai-Tai’s. Literally, sitting at home, smoking a cigarette, hoping our agent will call. The main way A Million Miles in Thousand Years struck me was the way Donald Miller danced around this idea that many of us are waiting to act the lead role of our own stories. Or else, they might shuffle out quietly wondering if they can get the last two hours of their life back. For the audience to be so moved that they all clap and cheer together when your story is over and the credits start to roll. ![]() The tension, the suffering, and the obstacles all leading towards something much bigger than themselves – it all has to be there for the story to actually mean something. The story of A Million Miles is about “story” – about how the story lines that make a great main character in that great movie is the same that make up a great life (well minus the million dollar special effects, even though a car chase or two would sure spice up a Monday). That’s the way I feel about trying to describe #19 on the 20 for Twentysomethings countdown: A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller. ![]() I could wax poetic about the layers, crust, sunlight traipsing across the red luscious strawberries….or you could grab a freaking fork and take a bite of it yourself. Now I could describe to you a piece of strawberry cheesecake. He had been reading A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller. After years of late night conversations about needing a change, I asked him what finally made him do it and he responded with an excitement in his voice I hadn’t heard in a while, “I realized I was living a pretty awful story and I needed to write a better one.” He was quitting and moving to Europe and didn’t exactly know when he’d be back. I first knew A Million Miles in a Thousand Yearswas a needed book for twentysomethings to read when one of my best friends told me he quit the job that sucked the life out of him like that vacuum that can pick up a bowling ball. ![]()
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