The Boy And The Bubble

Once upon a time…

there was a young boy, a boy who wanted a bubble. This young boy spent most his days dreaming he could have a bubble. He would look at the bubbles from a distance and thought to himself that if he could only have a bubble, he would be happy. He wanted a bubble, he needed a bubble, he had to have one. Everyone had a one, everyone but him.

So as he grew up he began to chase bubbles. He tried very hard to catch the perfect bubble. Some people tried to tell him that he didn’t need a bubble but he knew they were wrong. He had to have a bubble! He could not live without one. He would die without a bubble. Sometimes he was so close to getting a bubble but he just missed it. UGH! But he never gave up.
He would look at the pretty bubbles and think how bad he wanted one. How happy the bubble would make him. In fact, the boy was convinced that there was a specific bubble out there just for him and no one else. It was “the bubble” that he was destined to find and was destined to find him.
One day, after many, many wrong bubbles, he found his bubble. He knew it was everything he could ever want. It was “the bubble”. He was so happy. It was so pretty. It was so perfect. Every day he thought about the bubble. He loved the bubble and was convinced that, well, the bubble loved him too. He would spend time with the bubble, kiss the bubble, dance with the bubble, sing to the bubble, and write notes to the bubble. He was convinced he would spend the rest of his life with this bubble and nothing would ever change how much he loved this bubble.
Then one day, the bubble popped. He was devastated. He was crushed. He wept and wept and wept and wept (etc). He hated the bubble. He abhorred the bubble. He screamed and screamed at the bubble. How could the bubble do this to him? The boy was now very sad and deeply devastated that the bubble he wanted for so long, had now popped. All those years wasted only to leave him in a worse state than he had been IF ONLY he would not have become obsessed with having a bubble.

Maybe there was another better bubble, that would never pop, somewhere out there just waiting for him. Maybe someday he just had to find it….

The end.

-Joshua Woroniecki

Maybe you understand the meaning here. If not, I am writing about what I have seen happen so many times, to so many people. The bubble is primarily referring to marriage. The culture we live in puts such an emphasis on finding “that someone” that will make your life meaningful.  But the truth is, this is not God’s ultimate purpose for you. He offers a greater love and meaning for your life if you would have the courage to get serious about seeking Him and committing your life to serve Him. So many, many people get married thinking it will be the end of their loneliness and aimlessness in life, they become obsessed with someone else as if they are their answer. Then when things fall apart or, when the “bubble pops” if I may, they become devastated. I have seen this devastation literally ruin people’s lives. 

There are also many other kinds of “bubbles”. Big things and little things, careers,  titles, awards, houses and so many things that people think will really make them better off. The simple fact is all things are empty. All things are vanity (Ecc.1:2).  So don’t be a boy chasing a bubble, my friend. Don’t be a fool. Consider your life more valuable than the shallow ideals of world in rebellion to God. You’re the one who will suffer in the end.

“Do not love the world nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him”. 1 John2:15