First Prayer

First prayer with a new friend.

A gravelly patch of parking lot pavement turned into a holy site for all time.

First friendship to begin this way. A new way of connecting, a fresh start at forming a bond. Why did it take 44 years to begin searching for camaraderie this way?

What might it mean five years from now that this friendship began with this moment, this act? That it didn't take months or years of superficial association to slowly, awkwardly, delve into the faith we both already knew we shared?

What challenges might be overcome because we already went there? What challenges might never appear because we already are there?

Looking forward to finding out.

His Image

It's so easy to forget to see His image in the faces of people we can't stand.

Those who get on our nerves or offend us, those who bother us, annoy us, or make unreasonable demands on our patience.

How do we remember to see these folks not just as a pain in the rear, but as the focus of a love eternal? That dufus who drives me up the wall is the apple of the eye of a Creator so generous He offers His own Spirit for the asking.

Why can't I see that in real time? Why only after I reflect? Why sometimes not even then?

Why can't I remember that others probably have just as hard a time seeing His image in me?

Groundhog Day

Never seen the movie, but used it today.

Waist-deep in the same fight, with the same two people, repeated on at least an annual basis for most of the past decade, and finally thought to ask them if they had ever seen the movie.

Finally thought to ask why we keep waking up in this same day, over and over.

Finally thought to get out of the accusations and defenses.

Finally thought to ask why there is not enough trust in our relationship to make this argument needless.

Finally thought to make it about us, instead of about who is right.

Will it help?

Only time will tell, for the gap between us is broad.

But even a gap this broad has to be worth trying to bridge. 

If we give up, why should anyone try? 

Lord, get us out of Groundhog Day, and into the business of becoming peacemakers. 

Lord, let us see Your image in the faces of those we fight, and help us love them as You do.

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Sometimes I'm still proud of these gills I've grown over the last decade, how I've learned to breathe under this water I was so eager to dive into all those years ago.

Sometimes, but not as often as before.

Sometimes, I kinda hate 'em, these gills I wasn't born with.

And just about the time I seriously start to wonder whether these gills are actually bad for me, like maybe I would have been better off without them, like maybe I shouldn't have ever jumped in, I put my head above water and see my sons on dry ground, eager to dive in and join me.

My heart sinks.

No, please...not them.

Yes, they're coming. There's no stopping them now.

I mean, really?

They've been the fodder for how much of my underwater breathing all this time, have observed my constant swimming, and I really think I can keep them out of this water now?

My sons.

My precious boys.

I was there for their births. Fingers, toes, sweet little cries.

No gills.

But those gills are gonna grow on them, too, probably even more impressive than mine.

I wish it didn't have to be so.