Hinges. It hinges on… Very rarely do we detect a hinge. We know it’s there and moves the door but the door is all we pay attention to. However, we cannot move into anything like change without them.
When we open a door with the purpose of leaving or entering, our mindless act of reaching out and grabbing the door knob is merely based on the entrance or exit itself. If we do happen to notice the door or the knob that we turn, I would venture to say that our thoughts would rarely if ever, turn to the hinge.
Perhaps an election is a hinge meant to usher in a new era. A search or research can be a hinge, unveiling a discovery that we weren’t expecting. There it is. An open door to a new world of thinking.
A long flight to a distant country is a hinge taking us from our departure and into our future arrival. We expect the wait. We seldom like the delay and wish for a beam-me-up-Scotty conveyance to be invented so we can transport immediately to our destination and eliminate the hinge altogether.
The awaiting place or time is what keeps us halfway patient. Although none of us particularly like the wait unless we have many things to do that eliminates the act of waiting and morphs it into space and time to complete such tasks, our intended destination remains at the back of our minds as a purpose for the waiting. We draw from this logic to comfort us in our hinged state.
Albeit, something unbeknownst to us can make us very uncomfortable. Why am I waiting? What am I waiting for? What is this delay? I’m just not sure. I just don’t know. I don’t know why. How can I find out? And the hinge becomes the problem itself although it is a necessary transitional stage to move us to the following step.
We want to know what we need to know so we can know it before we need to know it. We don’t like our hunches. We dislike the oblivion. We constantly indulge in speculation. Our imaginations run wild on the vast horizon ahead, as we strive to comprehend something that we cannot see. After tiring of conjuring up the future to satisfy our present quandary, we turn to the past. What did I do? What have I left undone? Why didn’t I make a different decision? The regrets that inhabit our minds all gather and join the questions of the future and before long, we are an unraveled present mess.
It’s just a hinge. The door needs it to swing open. We have to have it in order to transform. Instead of patience being created, impatience sabotages the learning. Our days may blend together in an inseparable mix until we can’t identify the parts but they are still ushering us; pulling us into a future beyond.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.”
Hebrews 12:1-3 NIV