I Killed My Bucket List

I killed my bucket list.

It’s gone.  Never more to rear its ugly head.  I’m through with it.  Done.

The bucket list is gone.

You may be asking, “Why?”  Glad you asked.  I’m here to tell you why.  I’m here to tell you why you should kill the bucket list.  But not before I go Ricky Ricardo and do some ‘splainin.

First, what I’m not telling you is to get rid of a list of things that you would like to do.  If you want to see the Grand Canyon or skydive, though I have no idea why you would want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane, then by all means make a list of things you would like to achieve.  If you want to be a millionaire or drive a racecar or whatever you can imagine, then do it.

Just don’t call it a bucket list.

I’ve called it that before.  I have made a list and called it a bucket list.  Even before the name came around, I had one.  I would say my first one was as a teenager.  When I thought I was saved as a teen, I hoped that I wouldn’t die or that the Lord would come back before I had sex.  I think this is probably how most teens think, by the way.

The problem with using the bucket list thought and terminology is this:  It implies that  nothing beyond this world  can satisfy us like these things can.

It says that nothing in eternity can compare to the Grand Canyon, skydiving, driving a racecar or sex, so you better get it done for you die

It says that life with Christ in eternity will be boring.  And that is, I think,  a way of taking the Lord’s name in vain.  It minimizes all of the promises that He makes us.  It says that He isn’t enough.

So, go ahead and make your list.  Set your goals.  That’s all fine.  If that day comes and the Lord wills it, it will happen.

Just don’t’ call it a bucket list.

How about you?  What do you think about the concept of the bucket list?