“Good luck, man,” he said as his friend walked out the door on his way to a job interview.
“Thanks, I need all I can get,” the man responded.
Why not hand over a rabbit’s foot, or a shiny coin, or a some other memento thought to bestow some power upon the bearer.
“It’s just an expression,” someone might answer. “Like asking ‘How are you?’ There’s no expectation of anything actually happening when wishing a person ‘Good luck.’ ”
Then why do folks bother to say, “Good luck!”?
“If we get together, think peaceful thoughts,” a woman once told me, “we can create peace. We can change the world.”
Is that like saying we are sending happy vibes to a person who’s feeling sad, or depressed?
It is my opinion, and I have a right to it, there is no such thing as luck. Yes. I’m a Luck Denier. Send me of the a re-education camp. Wait. Not today.
“Someone special will come into your life tomorrow,” my fortune cookie told me last night after dinner. (JK: Just Kiddin’)
Seriously, have you ever looked up the definition of “Luck”?
1. the force that seems to operate for good or ill in a person’s life, as inshaping circumstances, events, or opportunities:
With my luck I’ll probably get pneumonia.
2. good fortune; advantage or success, considered as the result of chance:
He had no luck finding work.
3. a combination of circumstances, events, etc., operating by chance to bring good or ill to a person:
She’s had nothing but bad luck all year.
“The Force be with you!” Oh kaaaaaay.
What I don’t understand is how one can belief that some force called luck affects one’s life, either for good or for bad. Perhaps it has to do with meaning. Many philosophers have explained that we can endure nearly any situation, whether emotional or physical, if we see that there is a greater meaning that comes through and beyond that experience.
There’s other explanations—like control. Actually it’s probably a lack of control. We don’t control the events of our lives, we can’t. We turn to Lady Luck and either thank her or blame her for the things that happen to us. It’s a way to cope with uncertainty, unexpected events and situations, loss, or even wins, that we experience.
Then there’s hope. It works the same way. Blow on the dice, roll, we hope Lady Luck is on our side. Then she turns her invisible back on us and we cough up a bunch of chips and hope that next time. . .
The root of it all goes far beyond meaning, control, or hope; it goes to our inhumanity. Yes. Inhumanity. We were human once, and young (1).
And the man and his wife were both naked and were not ashamed. Genesis 2:25
In the garden, things were perfect. We were righteous. We were equal to one another. We were whole, fulfilled, at peace. And then. . .
We weren’t. Adam said it wasn’t really his fault, that he sinned. It was, first, Eve’s fault, and then, second, it was G-d’s fault. Sin was passed down, genetically, to each of us.
Inhumanity. It’s literally in the genes. In the desert, under Mose’s leadership, the Israeli’s told G-d they would obey, just tell them what He wanted of them. That was a mistake. Pride.
“We can do it!” they were saying. “We can do it without help.”
Once Israel became an official nation, in place in the promised land, they fell away from worship of the One True G-d. And G-d sent judges to restore the people to their G-d. It didn’t last, of course.
We can’t do it on our own.
‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 2:16
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” John 10:10
Y’shuaJesus said He came that we may have live and have it abundantly.
We can’t change our genetically inherited inhumanity. We can, however, accept help to control it until such time that we once again return to complete humanity, wholeness.
So I deny luck it’s power over me. I choose to belief in Y’shuaJesus. So can you.
Lord Bless, Keep, Shine upon you.
Daily Post Prompt Luck
(1) This line is adapted from We Were Soldiers Once… and Young, a 1992 book by Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore (Ret.) and war journalist Joseph L. Galloway