Showing posts from May, 2014

Pass the Spoon

I realized this week that sometimes all God is asking me to do is pass a spoon.  You know, like when you are making dinner and hoisting a heavy pot over a serving dish and pouring out the contents; you need a spoon to scrape out the pot but, inevitably, none are within reach.  Then, someone else walks into the kitchen.

"Can you grab me a spoon, please?"
"Sure, here you go."
(Nota Bene: If you ever read this kind of dialogue in fiction you need to close the book and seek out a better usage of your time.)
This is not a monumental request with a prerequisite self-sacrificing response.  Neither the spoon passer or the pass-ee would even think the exchange worth mentioning if asked what they did with their day.  It wouldn't be worth recording in your life annals.
May 23, 2014
Dear Diary,
Today I fetched a spoon for someone who needed it.  I know.  This stuff just keeps happening.  
Stay lovin', Me
P.S  Also, the next Christian who uses the phrase: 'do life togethe…

Advice from the Fridge

At risk of being too inspired by the banal platitudes inscribed on fridge magnets and erroneously attributed to Oscar Wilde, I put forth the following statement:

“Be yourself.  Everyone else is already taken.”
An obvious assertion, or a profound one, depending on how long you think about it; sort of like the way that words go weird when repeated several times. 
We’ve all worn various masquerades in our lives.  Some costumes might have sufficed for an evening or maybe even a season while others have become such a comfortable second skin that is is almost indistinguishable from the real flesh beneath; the true self that has never seen the light of day.  No one starts out in life intending to stay hidden.   But like those heavily made up women who have become drag queen-like caricatures of their real femininity, we keep accenting the disguise instead of revealing the truth about ourselves.  The disguise grows coral-like, until the artifice is a ponderous mass; the result of a thousand conce…

"Who told you that you were naked?"

Who told you that you were naked? Who told you that you were exposed?
Who told you what shame is?
Who told you that you were naked?

“I --
I did--
I did.”
Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat?

“I -- I did.
I didn’t know what I was doing;  though I thought that I did.”

Who told you that you were naked?
The answer is always the same.
"I did."

I used to think that the answer was the serpent.  He was the deceiver.  He was the one that set up Eve and Adam to fall like dominoes with just the right push. But it wasn’t him, though I am sure he was pleased with the result.  He knew he was making a mess.  He was crafty.  But he probably couldn’t anticipate all the outcomes of Mankind’s eyes being opened.  No one else seems to know our weaknesses like we do. The serpent wasn’t the one that told them that they were naked.  It was the knowledge of Good and of Evil.  It was Adam. It was Eve.  They grasped it.  Their eyes were opened.
They knew.
And shame was born--
And fear.