| | I'm sitting here listening to the vague sounds of childhood play and
make believe...Cora is the mom and Colin is the son who does everything
for her, it seems. She barks out orders like: 'Go get chicken noodle soup and bread from the store, son' and he goes to the laundry room and then returns.
She says: 'Go save the world', and he goes and when he returns she has
numerous complaints: Can you do that a little slower, can you do it
like Superman, why didn't I hear anything?'
And the ranting enters my sub conscious and sounds all too familiar.
Often, we ask God for, well, all the things we ask God for: Health,
wealth, answers to the problems that abound in the world, like poverty,
destruction of life and things closer to home like our interpersonal
relationships, our family life, our religious life.
And He answers, He promises there will always be an answer. And then we
begin the complaining: 'Could you have done it slower, more
dramatically', 'It wasn't very loud or fantastic', 'Why didn't you use
a superman, rather than that flawed person I already am too well
acquainted with, don't you know anything about Hollywood endings?'
And so in the midst of this week's answers. Not quite the ones I wanted
and costing more than I imagined I began my rantings and then Cora cut
me short. In her play I saw myself, unhappy with the doings of those
around me, unhappy with the works of God in my life, and not very
pleasant in my responses.
And Cora is still yelling: 'Chicken noodle soup, Hey, Chicken noodle soup'--and Colin's reply: My name is not Chicken Noodle Soup, Mom'
And God's response must often be the same: My name is God,
indescribable, unimaginable, unfathomable, infinite God...don't label
me and define me like a can of soup. Be surprised, expect more
surprises, I Am and Am in a different dimension than your simple ways,
so get over Superman and expect MORE. |
| | Posted 1/21/2008 12:19 PM - 309 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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