Ok, I'm out on a limb here.
I'm in Memphis and sitting in a dark gymnasium writing a poem. How did my life come to this?
Actually it's night one of the mission trip. Twelve hours of driving and one excellent BBQ dinner. We are bedded down for the night and my mind is racing at the conversation at vespers. God moments.
I have been embracing poetry of late and as I raced to write these thoughts, they came out in verse more than prose. The limb is, I'm gonna let my words, unformed and unfiltered, be.
A God who can watch over family four states away and prepare us for the endeavor ahead, can speak through this snipet of doggerel.
The pictures are just gravy.
Seeing God requires you to look
Sometimes, the divine reveals itself in Old-Testamenty ways;
In a rainbow whose end answers fraternal debates.
Still, small voices echoing out the winds and waves.
Other times, God's goal is surprise.
Seen in a profane cloud.
Or in revelations of how old and new aren't really so different.
In a conversation and it's ensuing silence.
Seeing God require you to look.
Seeing God requires you to look.
Looking past trucks with a death wish to the beauty in the created; southeastern mountains with northeastern names.
Looking past the secular to find the sacred-deity in God's camouflage.
Looking for God in the silence of the new ones; at the beginning of their adventure with the holy as well as long nights on hard gymnasium floors.
Seeing God require you to look.
Seeing God requires you look.
To looking back at five summers of God moments and growing up as a result.
To looking forward to this moment each summer.
To face an end for two adventurers, seeing God and his hints at new moments and chances to soar with God; or be his Phoenix--God's spectacular reboot from our ashes.
Looking to God in the resistance that is life as a follower; spiritual strength hammered on the anvil of moments small and large. Moments surrendered and moments held for dear life.
Seeing God requires you to look.
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