Josh Tkacik came across this video and shared it with some friends.

It’s a great picture of passion.

Mike + the Mechanics were singing in my head when I woke up. Do you remember the song?

I wasn’t there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Bad theology aside (regarding his father’s spirit), I really liked that song. It came into my life at a time when I had a good relationship with my own father. It caused me to reflect upon  my high school years when I didn’t respect him because of my own folly. It helped me to pursue a vital relationship with him until he died just over a decade later. I am glad that those last few years went the way they did. I have no regrets.

On the other side of that stands my father. I wonder how he felt about those years. I hope he feels good about them. He was a great dad. He provided all our physical needs — food and shelter. He provided love for us. He gave us a good role-model of what it meant to be a husband, being faithful to Mom for all their married life. He ensured that we were spiritually nourished, taking, instead of sending, us to church regularly. He helped me get a good education. He was a great man. He should have no regrets.

Recently I was speaking to a friend who has regrets. She noted that one of her children had decided there was no God. She tried to deal with this herself, with some logical and evidential examples, but there was no moving this “omniscient” high-school student. As she shared her concern with Laurel and me, my mind went back several years to a time when she and her family disappeared from church. It was during a personal struggle and they simply decided that they couldn’t attend church at that time. Now, it seems, she looks back at that with regret. You could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes. My heart went out to her.

I wish I could fix that. I wish I could erase her regrets. But I can’t. The past is the past and there is no going back. All my friend can do is leave the past with God (he tends to redeem such things), ask his forgiveness for her mistakes, and take intentional steps regarding the future. As we parted, I invited her back to church. I believe doing so will help her avoid accumulating even more regrets.

I have regrets about the past — particularly in the area of my own family. I wish I had been a better husband in the early years of marriage, being more tender toward my wife. I wish I had been a better father to my children, communicating on a deeper level with them. I wish…. But I can’t change that. I, like my friend, am forced to leave the past with God, repenting of my errors, and asking him to help me be the person I should be, starting now.

That’s the way to stop regretting your regrets.

Maybe that’s part of what Paul meant when he said: But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:13b-14)

“Most of us turned to Christ when we realized there was a difference between Christianity as a religion and Christianity as a relationship,” writes Ken Gire. “Sometime after entering into that relationship with Christ, we realized something else. That there is a difference between a personal relationship with Christ and an intimate one.” You must cooperate with God’s leading and direction in your life, and make the necessary investments to position yourself for his ongoing work in your life, in order to enhance  his creative activity. While spirituality consist of being, not doing, there are things to do that will help you be! ~James Emery White in A Traveler’s Guide to the Kingdom:Journeying through the Christian Life, p. 48.