The year in blogspeak:
God spoke to me directly and clearly. I would have preferred a ‘yes’ to my ‘no’, but experiencing physically the sense of being held close by your prayers and God’s love in the midst of the worst thing I could have ever imagined was a powerful and moving experience.
I am not a person of vision, I am a person who likes to be helpful and step up to do tasks that others might avoid.
I pictured God as a point guard spinning the globe on his index finger just like I practiced in my driveway each afternoon. Like an expert ball-handler, God never took his eyes off of us, never forgot to give us another spin, and never let us fall.
I am sad to say that my boys will not be baptized at Ginter Park. We have found our local church family at Trinity Episcopal in Portsmouth, VA. But I am truly hopeful that they find the same love of God, the same lifelong friendships, the same spiritual community that I was lucky to have at Ginter Park.
I wonder how we will tell this (upper room) story and our stories in a way that comforts and makes the world as safe as a blanket fort and as comforting as a favorite story. What is our “Once upon a time”? I think, “He Is Risen! He is Risen Indeed!” is an awfully good start.
I do know that one day I hope that my judgment is as free and pure as that of a young child. “That kid has a ball. I want to play with that kid.” That person is my neighbor. I want to know my neighbor.
“If she is a [insert political label], how can she call herself a Christian?!?”
“I’ve got your back,” “I’ve got your back,” “I’ve got your back.”
(This blog) reminds me that sometimes our stories pick up where the ones in the Bible leave off: tales of imperfect people drawn toward wholeness, love, and the Perfect Light.