Saturday, July 7, 2012
Still spending most nights with Beth at the home of the sister-in-law battling blindness, I drove to a nearby McDonald’s early this morning to retrieve a couple of senior coffees. On the return trip, turning onto a single lane country road that weaves its way alongside a small creek, I found myself suddenly face-to-face with a young fawn, surely no more than a day or two old; and even though my car came to a halt, it just stood there a few seconds, frozen before me, then turned and scampered into the shrubbery. A rare moment. Not more than a half mile farther, however, nature was once again caught off guard as I turned a curve to find six plump chickens scattered here and there across the pavement. The hen party came to an abrupt end, feathers ruffled, wings beating, and loud squawks informing the world of their having been so rudely interrupted. Nobody hurt or transferred to the dining room table, however. Life as it comes to you, I suppose, on both sides of the scenario. We’re an odd bunch down here on this huge blue ball in the middle of nowhere. Our paths intersect and sometimes there is magic, sometimes there is panic. Nonetheless, regardless of all the ways we are separated. By culture and climate, by history and hardheadedness, (It doesn’t take much!), yet surely we are tied together somehow, linked by an invisible umbilical cord that should suggest there is more to be gained through peaceful negotiation than that which comes to us through “making war”. There will never be a time, of course, when all will agree on everything; but hopefully we can learn along the way, that in spite of occasional whirlwinds, each day also holds the possibility of knowing grace in the journey…..
Posted by Jim at 4:48 PM