I am struck by possibility this morning. Behind this possibility is change, the shifting of consciousness and terrain that used to define the categories we operated in. I know that all sounds abstract and maybe event nuanced, so, allow me to speak concretely. Things are changing inside me, shifting, as it were. Maybe it is expressed outside too, but there is an energy that has been lit and has been fueled by this person Jesus and the people that belong to him (i.e. everyone). The dreamer in me is theoretically reckless right now and who knows what will hit the ground, but there is one thing true and gripping. Spirituality is partly yielding the one thing, being welcomed into love while loving—but it is also, hoping enough to move. That is, to get up and shout newly into the tired past to bring about fruit in the now. Future fruit is the business of Someone else. What we are given is right now and it is all gift, ripe and full. And if it is gift it is to be shared, recklessly, without preservation—like an open dam fills the river.
Friends have gifted me with presence and honesty of recent and it has been life to me. Reading ancient stories has given this kid some traction. And I think God’s feet are dirtier than ours. This God seems interested in our lives and the stories they tell. I sense too, that we may all need to be open to the breath that sustains us—breathing deep—being okay with where our jotting go for today. As reckless as it seems to imagine a different tomorrow, it just might be our activity in the daily.
