Tuesday, May 31, 2011
"You know it's buggy when you can slap your arm and kill 3 mosquitoes"
"Ah!! There's an ant on my napkin!!"
"You have a spider on you!"
"It's hot, the middle of the day and breezy and there are STILL mosquitoes!"
"I was just pulling a couple weeds and there was a tick crawling up my arm"
During the winter I always forget how itchy mosquito bites are, how annoying it is to walk through a spider web and how surprising it is when an ant appears on your napkin.
This is a New England summer.
"Where are you?????" *where are you where are you where are you* she shouts again.
"Sssshhh, sweetheart, it's only 6:30, you'll wake everybody up!" her mother gently scolds.
"But mommy," the little girl pleads, "someone said 'good morning' back, she said it over and over again until I couldn't hear her anymore. And she asked where I was. I think it's a lost princess. She might need our help."
"Oh, my darling. It's only your echo."
I feel the power of my horse through his saddle. I feel the thrill of the ride through his feet. I feel his excitement in the rhythm of his movements. His power makes me bold; his thrill makes me exhilarated; his excitement gives me the urge to go faster.
His mane and tail fly with the wind and the steady thrump of his hoof pounds into the ground. We gallop across the open field, free as the breeze rolling over the distant hills. I feel the power of my horse through his feet. And some say creation was an accident!
With my feet dangling in the ice cold pool, I wait for my victim. The pool is so calm, so smooth. I swish my feet back and forth, causing ripples and little waves to run from my feet. The velvet of the water cools my legs as I sit on the deck. With a flick of my feet water spays over my body. At the sound of the creaking door, I fill my squirt gun with the freezing water. I aim and fire the cold water at my sister, who just walked out of our basement door.
Don’t you just love summer?
The hands which worked, the body that was baptized, the back that was whipped, the face that was spit upon, the feet that burned when they walked across the stone path which led to the hill, the hands that were pierced, the back which held the weight of sin, the body that was resurrected, the face that was glorified by the father. Christ, who despite the fact that he loved his father, felt the merciless pain of nails in his hands and feet, the wrath of the father, and the crown of thorns.
The body of Christ that was broken for the world.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Memories of the field in which they had fought, side-by-side, through the long hours of the day.
Memories of the gunshots, the screams, of the hard gun pressed against his back, forcing him to go into the cell.
Memories of the cold floor, where he sat, alone, waiting for any sign of life, of a rescuer.
Those were hard, cold, awful memories, but he pushed them aside.
It was Memorial Day, a time to celebrate.
He had survived.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Someday you will see. My colours are better, wait for the stunning brilliance I have in store for you, Amelia.
70 years later Amelia lay dying. She peacefully contemplated her last moments,
"I have never seen this world. Colours are only words. But soon I will see.
She entered eternity. She saw her God and she was stunned by His brilliant colours.
Mine are more brilliant than the world's. They are especially gorgeous for you. Hasn't it been worth the wait?
“Jesus of Nazareth is passing!”
The cries of civilians reach my ears. Is it true? Is the Son of David walking this way? I cry out in a loud voice, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” Those around me rebuke me and tell me that Jesus has no time to bother with blind beggars. Then I hear a different voice, a kind voice.
“What do you want me to do for you?”
“Lord, let me recover my sight!”
“Recover your sight; your faith has healed you.”
Then I saw what I had longed to see: colours!
“and she goes in for the layup, what was she thinking?!?!” *click*
“See, that’s the problem with you! you don’t have a brain in your head!” *click*
“Igor, hand me the brain!” *click*
“Now you just add that to the flour mixture and toss it around awhile with the spoon…” *click*
“…and she missed the game-winning three-pointer! Such a perfect opportunity wasted!” *click*
“Don’t leave your chicken wings in there for too long, or they will be burned to a crisp!” *click*
“Oh no! Uconn is toast!” *click*
“That’s it, I’m done with you!”
There’s nothing good on!
The letters jumble before my eyes. I spot a word hidden in the letters, but, to my dismay, it is not one of the words listed in the bank the restaurant gave me. Well, I guess that makes sense. Why would Pizza Hut have the word “cat” in its word search?
I go back to looking amongst the random letters for a word. Finally I find one, “pepperoni”. Triumphantly, I circle it with the green crayon. Then one after another I find the words. Finally, I set my crayon down and look at the page.
I completed my word search!