Marcus in the Middle

I woke up today and my bed was already here. The dark sky was already there outside, but it was getting lighter. The sun was already up a bit in the sky. I am never the first one to arrive. Things are already here before I am. I always arrive after other things. I arrive in the midst of things. I am a middle-person. I am Marcus in the Middle.

My first memory is that Mommy was already here. She was here before I arrived on the scene. I am never at the beginning. I am always in the middle of things. I am always a middle-person. I am Marcus in the Middle.

My Mom tells me that her Mom and Dad were here before she was born. She was not at the beginning either. She came to be in the middle of things. She is also a middle-person. She is Mom in the Middle.

Mom was here before me. Her Mom and Dad were here before her. The world was here before any person. None of us were here at the beginning. We are all middle-people.

Just once, I would like to arrive at the beginning and not in the middle. I would like to wake up with nothing around me. Then, my bed would arrive later. The sky would arrive later. The sun would arrive a bit later. I would like to be a beginning-person for once, just like God.

God was here at the beginning before anything else. God was completely free to choose what to do and what to make. God was God in the Beginning.

God was free to choose what the Sun looked like and how it worked. God was free to choose what the planets looked like and how they worked. But, wait a minute!

With each choice, God’s freedom went down a little bit. Why? Because the Sun had to work together with the planets. Our solar system of planets had to work together with other solar systems in the galaxy. Gravity had to work well with the other forces.

Every choice God made caused God’s freedom to go down a bit. After many choices, God had fewer and fewer choices left. After a while, things just had to be a certain way.

So, even God is no longer completely free. In fact, I feel sorry for God. God might not have any choices left or maybe God just has a few. God might not have very much freedom left at all.

God probably had a great deal of fun at the beginning. But, is God having fun now without so much freedom? I wouldn’t think so, but I don’t really know.

I will enjoy my choices and I will accept being in the middle. I will accept being Marcus in the Middle. I am free to choose what socks I want to put on. I am free to drink the amount of orange juice I want to drink—either a little or a lot.

But I am not free to choose the sky. I am not free to change the Sun. When I get older, I might become free enough to choose my own bed.

It is interesting to be free to choose some things and not be free to choose other things.

I wonder if God misses having complete freedom. I wonder if Mom is sad that she never had complete freedom. I wonder if Mom is sad that she always arrives after other things. I will ask her. She likes my questions.

But, like it or not, Mom is a middle-person. Mom is Mom in the Middle. I am also a middle-person. From now on, I will be happy being Marcus in the Middle.