Consider a psychological experiment done at Maastritch
University in the Netherlands. The subjects were split into two groups and
hooked up to a device that would deliver an electric shock. Both groups would receive twenty
shocks. The first group was told
that all of them would be severe, while the second group was told that
seventeen would be mild and three severe.
Imagine you could choose which group to be in. Which would you pick?
Cue the Jeopardy music. My logical mind thinks this through very carefully. “Okay,
let’s see. I can choose to be
jolted with twenty severe shocks, or three. Hmmm. Tough
choice.” Okay, times up. My decision is made. I’ll join the second group and take the
three shocks. Final answer.
Seems logical, doesn’t it? If I’m going to be shocked 20 times either way, why wouldn’t
I choose the group with less overall intensity?
It turns out that our reaction to an experiment like this is
dictated by more than just the sum of the voltage. There’s another variable at play that is more powerful than
the jolt of electricity. It’s the
variable of uncertainty. It’s a
variable that I didn’t really give thought to while the Jeopardy music was
playing.
The results of the experiment showed that those with less
chance of receiving a severe shock were more anxious than those guaranteed to
be shocked severely. Their hearts
beat faster and they sweat more profusely. Getting three shocks spread out randomly over twenty was
more stressful than getting blasted twenty times in a row. Ironically, we feel worse when
something bad might occur than when
something bad will occur.
Harvard psychologists Dan Gilbert, in reflecting on this
finding, summarized by saying, “…when we get bad news we weep for a while, and
then get busy making the best of it. We change our behavior, we change our
attitudes. We raise our consciousness and lower our standards. We find our
bootstraps and tug. But we can’t come to terms with circumstances whose terms
we don’t yet know. An uncertain future leaves us stranded in an unhappy present
with nothing to do but wait.”
In my plodding pilgrimage, I recently drifted back into a
rut that I believed I had left behind long ago. It was frustrating to find myself rehashing a pattern that I
thought had been broken. I wanted
to believe I was beyond this – wiser, more mature, more disciplined. But here I was again, revisiting this
barren terrain. When I saw it for
what it was, I was discouraged.
The shadow of hopelessness was growing long.
Then God spoke to me.
Not in audible voice, but in whisper - multiple sources echoing the same
theme; converging “coincidences.” He reminded me that hope is what sets me
apart as a Christian. Hope is an anchor for the soul (Hebrews 6:19). A certain
future infiltrates the present and changes my outlook. The swells of discouragement cannot
pull me from my mooring.
In a previous post I talked about the entangled snare of
twists and turns that is the course of my life (A Plodding Pilgrimage). This rut revisit certainly felt like a pretty significant
zig (or maybe a zag). But hope is
the assurance that this course does have a certain destination, and the
destination is good. In 1 Timothy
it is described as “the life that is truly life” (I Timothy 6:19). So this is the hope – that God can use
all these twists and turns to get me closer and closer to real life.
And if that’s where I’m heading, all these set backs are
surmountable. With hope I am never
stranded in the present. Even if
the electrodes suggest otherwise.
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Life defined with one word these past few years is... uncertainty! Wow, your post today spoke volumes to me.
ReplyDeleteBut then, there is thankfully.... Hope!
God Bless!