Perhaps one of the biggest things we hate in our culture today is repetition or routine. To repeat something is equivalent to instantaneously become boring and obsolete. Maybe Hollywood and the entertainment industry in general play on this heart-string and seek to beautify the kind of vagabond drifter character who never settles into a holding pattern in their life.
I think of Shawn Spencer from the television show Psych, who has got to be 30-something, started a fake detective agency after falling in and out of dozens of jobs and relationships, and won’t commit to anything. Every day is something new, something breathtaking, something adventurous. He’s the hero.
Apparently we feel like the zero. Because like it or not, life is about routine—at least for the mature adult who finally realizes he can’t play eight hours of video games a day and then continually complain about how little time he has in a day to get things done (that used to be me). We get up, we make our coffee, we go to work, we come home, we play with our kids. And we come back the next day and do it again. As my father always says, “That’s life, bubba.”
I think our kids can teach us a lot here. Routine isn’t a bad thing; what’s bad is our sinful inability to rejoice in the “liturgies of life” that are a part of God’s created order. The seasons, the sun and moon, morning and night, etc, are the seasonal handiwork of an ordered God. I have to remind myself to look at how my kids rejoice in the same things, over, and over, and over, and over again, and then do the same in my life.
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.
But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” GK Chesterton.