I lost my mind but I re­ally haven’t missed it

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I am no­to­ri­ous for los­ing things. I do not know what it is about me, but I can­not keep track of any­thing I own. If you want to lose some­thing and never find it again, sim­ply put it into my trust. I am the king of los­ing things. My prob­lem is, I do not lose the right things.

Why I am so klutzy in this area is be­yond my abil­ity to com­pre­hend. Some of my most trea­sured items have been lost for all time. Even the other day I lost a lot of time search­ing for some­thing I could not find. That is the rea­son I try not to be­come at­tached to any­thing I own.

The Gra­cious Mistress of the Par­son­age has be­come frus­trated many times be­cause of some­thing she gave me and it is now no longer to be found any­where this side of the blue moon. She has given me lec­ture af­ter lec­ture along this line deal­ing with per­sonal re­spon­si­bil­ity and as al­ways, I take per­sonal re­spon­si­bil­ity for los­ing ev­ery­thing that I have. What more can I pos­si­bly say? A few things that I have lost I kinda wished I had back. I re­mem­ber a pocket knife I was quite at­tached to and headed for quite a while un­til one day there was nowhere to be found. Be­lieve me, I looked ev­ery­where. Of course, I could not have looked ev­ery­where or I prob­a­bly would have found it. Why is it that when you lose some­thing you usu­ally find it in the last place you look?

The one ques­tion that I pon­der more than any­thing else is, where do things go when they are lost? Is there a par­tic­u­lar place where lost things gather and have a party un­til some­one finds them? If there is I would like to know where that place is. Of course, with my luck, that place is lost.

Ev­ery­thing I have lost through­out life I have got­ten over. The afore­men­tioned pocket knife, I have re­placed at least 27 times. It would be great one day to find all 27 of those lost knives? Then I would march my way to eBay!

I have got­ten over just about ev­ery­thing that I have lost and ad­justed my life to not hav­ing that par­tic­u­lar thing. There is one thing, how­ever, that I still have not got­ten over.

I am not ex­actly sure when I lost it, be­cause I did not re­ally use it that much. Oh, once in a while I might have used it, but not very reg­u­larly.

The thing I am re­fer­ring to is my mind. I can­not find out or re­mem­ber the ex­act date when I lost my mind. I am not sure where I was when I lost it. Maybe if I knew where I was at when I lost my mind, I could go back and search a lit­tle bit and maybe find it.

I know that I had a mind up un­til I got mar­ried. I do re­mem­ber us­ing my mind up un­til that point. The thing is, I do not know what hap­pened to my mind af­ter I got mar­ried. Where did it go?

Of course the thought is prob­a­ble that I still have my mind, but I am not us­ing it. It would make sense in a cer­tain re­gard. But what is my mind do­ing while I am not us­ing it? Is some­body else us­ing my mind?

For in­stance. Some peo­ple will ask me about some­thing and I usu­ally re­spond, “Okay, I re­ally don’t mind if you do that.”

Or, “That’s quite all right. I don’t mind at all.”

Of course that has its limit. Some­one walked up to me on the street the other day and ask if they could bor­row five dol­lars from me. Then, I did mind. Where my mind came from at that point I will never know, but I am cer­tainly glad it ar­rived on time.

That brought me to the place of think­ing that maybe I have not lost my mind. Maybe my mind is hid­ing some­where and only ap­pears in emer­gen­cies. If that is the case, I re­ally don’t mind.

I re­mem­ber the old say­ing that goes some­thing like, “mind over mat­ter, and if you don’t mind it don’t mat­ter.”

Just the other day my wife said, “Do you mind if we go out for sup­per tonight?”

Now I was in a dilemma. Where is my mind when I re­ally need it?

I did mind, but I could not find my mind and so all I could say was, “I don’t mind if that is what you want to do.”

Where in the world did that come from? I did mind, but my mind was not avail­able to bail me out of an ac­tiv­ity closely linked to my wal­let.

I think my mind is hid­ing some­where and wait­ing to have a lit­tle bit of fun with me. How­ever, I re­ally don’t mind be­cause if I did mind, I would be in so much trou­ble and my real mind would be so con­fused that it prob­a­bly would never mind again.

Ac­tu­ally, I have not missed my mind.

The apos­tle Paul had a dif­fer­ent twist to this. He said,” Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Je­sus” (Philip­pi­ans 2:5).

I may have lost my mind, but my real fo­cus in life is to lose my­self in the mind of Christ.

The Rev. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship in Sil­ver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or email jamess­ny­der2@att.net. The church web­site is www.whatafel­low­ship.com. re­ally

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