Genesis
24:44, “…if she says to me, “Drink, and I’ll draw water for your camels too,”
let her be the one the Lord has chosen…” (NIV).
Confession:
I hope no one reads this.
Everyone is entitled to a bad day… a bad sermon… a bad blog
post.
Several friends of mine recently shared a tweet by Wendall
Berry:
"Some of the best things I have ever thought of I have thought of
during bad sermons."
Please, oh please, let this also be true of bad blog posts,
because I am about to lay an egg.
I read through the daily office with at least half of my
attention focused on my daughter’s quiz practice. It’s not as if this was an unfamiliar
passage, but the only thing that has been running through my mind, since, is
that I can’t imagine picking a wife for any of my sons based on her ability to
water camels. That’s it. Literally.
That’s the most profound thought I have.
But…
There’s life, too.
Honestly, today felt like a lot of random chance encounters
that all point in the same direction, and I don’t want to ignore such
indications, but I also don’t want to depend on the sky turning lavender… while
a shooting star pierces the big dipper… and results in lemonade spilling into
my mouth… as I ride a camel past 41° 53′ 0″ N, 87° 39′ 0″ W… throwing up a hurried
prayer… in hopes it will not knock me over like a boomerang when it comes back
to me… with a wet fleece… on dry ground…
I’m not one to ask for signs, but I sort of understand how
the affirmation is appealing. And I’ve
been tempted to ask, lately. Incredibly…
Tempted…
And so I admit that I have no idea what God is doing in the
world, today… and certainly not in my life… But that’s not a good enough reason
to quit writing, so please accept this sad attempt at consistency in the midst
of complete and utter uncertainty.
L.
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