Monday, October 10, 2005

he spoke…and it was good

just a moment ago i had my feet propped on my plastic trashcan, cheez-its in my mouth and an excerpt of brother campbell in my hands. as i savored the saltiness of both the crackers and the clipping, a hesitant, high-pitched voice said “how are you doing?”

at that moment, tears unexpectedly sprung. the voice faded as quickly as it came, but in that moment i remembered.

i remembered God’s pronouncement of the imago and recalled why i chose to follow jesus in the first place. i had the ears to hear the image and a desperate longing to see it fulfilled in myself as well as in the pock-marked, beyond plump, half-hearted goth of a boy who finally dared to offer a greeting.

i tell you this not to be overly sentimental or spiritual, but because i need you to remind me. remind me to pay attention to these rare moments when tears unexpectedly spring and a lump arises. remind me to listen and long for the voice who spoke of the image initially and the high-pitched voice which betrayed it today.

as i continue upon this road i am beginning to suspect that it is these unexpected encounters and remedial revelations, rather than our systematic theologies and well-constructed liturgies, which will enable us to persevere. and to persevere, from my perspective, seems to be the point.


Agent B said...

wow. I love that.

Michelle said...

My greatest hope is to be the prepubesent voice in someone head you describe someday.

g13 said...

thanks agent b. it was kind of a beautiful moment.

thanks for commenting mish.

i've never thought about marketing the F.U.C.K. bracelets at lcc. although i think mr. books would find them funny, i don't think i could withstand the wrath of chuck sackett. my products have always been oriented towards the seminary and liberal campus ministry markets anyway.

please don't be offended if i ask you to exegete your comment on this post. i don't think i'm reading it correctly.

Michelle said...

I thought you were maybe talking about a friend who had invested in your life to Christ's glory. That you were suddenly struck with a memory of their voice and it was touching for you.
I just thought it would be pretty marvelous to be that voice for someone someday. That a mere How are you doing could stick for a life time.
Sorry if I was mistaken.

g13 said...

mish, thanks for clarifying. it would indeed be a blessing to be a voice of healing, comfort and compassion that resides in the minds of those we love and serve.

i think that's a dream and prayer God wouldn't mind fulfilling.