Nope. I haven’t written in a while.
Yep. I’ve been taken away by wonderful things.
Over the course of the last few weeks, surprise has taken me for a ride. There is profound depth in slowness. Each experience is turned a few degrees so that we are able to see familiar things with a new light on them. These are probably more like bumper stickers than substantive thoughts. Breathe deep. Here goes:
Built 5 snowmen – learned that the four people who live with me are the most beautiful when we’ve forgotten how cold it is outside.
Had one of the most tense meetings at work I can imagine – learned that I’m probably here for a reason, and that reason probably sanctifies both ways.
Enjoyed a Christmas program I had absolutely no part in creating – sometimes I’m best for God when I’m watching other people love something dear to them.
Realized that I had been away from pastoral ministry for a full year – discovered that (when you’re doing it right) shepherding is an art, carried out as effortlessly as breathing.
Began reading 3 new books (a Russian novel, one on sociology, and one on business practices) – discovered that there are only a few things that really need to be said (and that Dostoevsky understood Jesus).
Cried in silent prayer – was discovered by holy sorrow.
Heard my two sons singing: “You make beautiful things out of the dust /// You make beautiful things out of us” – learned how contagious melody can be for a child.
Rocked my daughter to sleep – felt the high and weighty honor of being called “Daddy.”
Stayed up way too late talking with my wife – heard that our house is a cathedral waiting for stained glass.