Sunday, August 16, 2009

Cheeto Fingers

Someone gives you some Cheetos. Soon that salty orange reside covers your hand. When my children were small someone prophesied over me saying that one of my children will be a preacher. I licked that salty residue off my fingers for years, now and then sticking my fingers back in my bag of memories and testing the truth of what was given me.

My sons are now grown, they are engineers. All three of them. My daughter married a children's pastor--who I have assumed to be the revelation of the words given me, all the more because I do consider him a son.

Until today. It's not that my daughters husband isn't a preacher or that I haven't heard my oldest son speak in church before now. Today was a moment of realizing I do not have to squeeze my world to make prophsey fit. If it is of God, it will be literally true.

So pop another Cheeto in your mouth and lick all the orange off your fingers. That was my oldest son Daniel preaching today.


Sunday, August 9, 2009

Looking At the Sun

How do you explain sudden healing? It was a mere sermon illustration, a picture of Michelangelo's sculpture of David in all his nakedness.

Without warning a long held hurt—something about how the church views art and how the church treats artists—falls away. Not just OK, no more worries. A ragged wound miraculously smooth, as if it had been a stone turned in the tides for a lifetime. No rough corner or uneven edge, something I now want to hold in my hand and feel again and again. A marvel so rare.

This is not about forgiveness, it is about unexpected love, the extra moment of eye contact that brings you to your knees. Looking at the sun and not going blind.


Saturday, August 1, 2009

Time Change

Time is change, nothing else.

Time is the endless possibility of change

and the crushing inability to remain the same.

Licking that Popsicle changes

a summer day. Changing the mind

is less visible, but more

monumental, shall we say

eternal? Lasting change,

what is that? God

does not change

because God is outside of time.

When belief and time vanish

will the fixed end of change

be I AM? I AM, is that

statement a Name

or a warning

that choice and change

are only temporary