Archive for December, 2008



The Watcher

I used to run a little a couple years back.  I never was really good at it.  There’s a certain mentality you have to have- something that keeps you going past the first, fifth- or twentieth mile.  I always say that I could only run that far, but only if there was a large dog chasing me.


My younger daughter (Faith) will steal a toy from her sister (Grace) and run like hell.  She’ll run and scream.  Then, just as Grace catches up, Faith will throw the toy in the other direction.  It’s awesome. Those are those times when it’s really hard not to crack a smile as a father.  I guess I don’t really want to reinforce that sort of thing… it’s pretty funny though.  Kid’s got a good arm.


“So, the cross is always ready and waits for you everywhere. You cannot escape it no matter where you run, for wherever you go you are burdened with yourself. Wherever you go, there you are.” —Thomas a Kempis, Imitation of Christ, ca. A.D. 1440


Ain’t that the truth?  Wherever you go, there you are…(you and that monkey on your back).  I googled this quote and found it dated back to 1440 (at least).  Turns out, people have been running from themselves since long before then too.  I tried in the past, but I’m just not fast enough.  They always catch me in the end.




Those monsters.  They can run pretty fast too.


Hope’s Cameo


Wednesdays are my long days.

I wake up at around 6am to quickly get ready before the girls rouse.  When they do, it’s a sprint to get them both fed and presentable for the day and its challenges.  We’re out the door at 7:30, and if I’m lucky, I can drop the girls off at daycare and be at my computer desk by 8:10.  From them till noon, I deal with the normal workday stuff –email, weekend planning, long-range stuff, blah blah blah.

I usually have a lunch appointment, but if I don’t, I continue with the blah blah blah.  At around 2, I have to prepare for rehearsal (it’s the only preparation the drama team has before the weekend’s Kid’s Konnection worship service)- so I have to make sure everything is in order.  Props get pulled, sound cues are entered into the computer, slide show prep is done, worship music is picked, and the roles are cast for the team, so that when they arrive, they know what they will be doing for the weekend.

Rehearsal starts at 5:30 pm, so I have to make sure I order the pizza by 4:45, so I can have enough time to pick it up before the team gets there. Usually during the weekend preparation, I enter into a very task-oriented, overly caffeinated, sort of routine.  During which, I lose track of time and end up just barely making it into rehearsal with the pizza at 5:30.


On this particular day, I was exiting Blackjack with pizza in hand, when I looked down just before unlocking my car door.  There, in pieces, were the remains of a large Monarch Butterfly. One of the wings was gone completely and the other fluttered in the breeze. 


I looked around me to see if anyone else had seen it there, but I was the only one.  This looks  silly as I type it, but I have to tell you, that for at least 5 whole seconds, I grieved for that butterfly.  I put the pizzas on the roof of my car, and slowly took my keys out.  I felt like I needed to pick it up and take it with me or something.  Bury it- I don’t know.  Seeing that dead beautiful thing there in that oil spot was the only thing from that day that I remember with clarity.


In the midst of your routine or defeat, have you ever been stopped by something you just had to experience? 


The Way the Wind Blows


Sometime ago, I was listening to a sermon by my friend Alan.  In it, he spoke about the Spirit and the biblical Kingdom of God- and how, through love, it spreads like salt.

It was during that sermon that this image came to me.  I saw a tree with beautiful pink blossoms on it.  There was a brilliant orange sunset behind it and the petals of the blossoms were fluttering in the breeze.

As they left the tree they made a pink confetti mist that sprinkled the ground below- some of them floated on.  Remembering the image, I now see my daughter dancing beneath that tree. Eyes closed and chin up spinning with a smile.  As the petals of the blossoms bounce off her eyelids I hear the faint sound of a music box.

Yes.  The Kingdom does spread gently.

December 2008
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