How do you judge the quality of your day?
Light traffic on the drive into work?
A fresh pot of Verona when you hit the Starbucks drive through?
All you can eat shrimp at the Old Country Buffet?
Sipping iced tea on the Mediterranean? (Yep, that’s the Mediterranean. And those are my ridiculously white feet).
Multiple re-tweets of that pithy little quote you threw out on the social networks?
Avoidance of conflict?
A sweet Magnum P.I. marathon on Spike TV? (Man, that dude had a killer ‘stache)
Confession. I usually judge the “stellar-ness quotient” of my day by the quality of what I receive. What I get to experience. Collect. Ingest. And none of that’s difficult to understand. What can I say, I’m human (and that means “I love me some me”… thank you, Terrell Owens, for giving voice to our condition).
But what if I messed with the formula?
What if I judged the goodness of this little 24 hour gift in time by the beauty I created, instead of the quantity I consumed? By the value I gave to others, rather than what they did or didn’t give to me? By the worth I added verses the profit I gained?
Maybe there’s a new scale? A different paradigm? A more accurate way to assess value?
Or maybe it’s just the one Jesus showed us already?