I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
--ee cummings
my friend john's funeral is today. it was such a strange shock when he died. he was cleaning off his roof, and slipped and fell...and that's what happens when you fall off your roof, sometimes.
i remember saying goodbye to him, on my last sunday. he was so excited for my move--his little grand girls and one of his daughters live in happy valley, and attend where i work. we have breakfast together, on Sundays, before junior choir. they are, just like their granddad (and father), exceptional people who just love, love, love the people in their lives. he gave me a big hug, and told me how proud he was of me, and how much he appreciated my hard work. he told me that i had important and special work to do in the world. and we both cried a little bit. but i assumed that i would see him in a few months, when he and linda would come to happy valley for a visit.
i will see him, again. i know that much is true. and i'm grateful every day that john was alive in the world, and am humbled that i got to know him.
in other news,
and it may be a little bit exciting. it may be a real thing, it's too early to say that much...but what i WILL say is that i did go on an excellent first date, on friday. and farmers' market hang-out on saturday. nice guy. seriously NICE GUY. and he likes good things, and has seriously amazing taste in music. and BIG BLUE EYES. and he loves Jesus and his momma. and i'ma stop, now, and letchu finish...because grown ass women don't gush over dudes on their blogs. except that sometimes this one does. and she especially does when she's had three big cups of coffee, because her allergies necessitated a BIG DOSE of benedryl, this morning, and that sometimes results in talking about herself in third person for a whole paragraph.
also, (and this bears repeating) i love my job. it's the most fun i've ever had working, including the time i was queen of camp (but not like how john waters is queen of camp...). i keep saying it was worth everything it took to get me here. i mean that, all the way down to my toes. it's more than that i love that kinder had a butterfly release today (with butterflies they raised themselves), or that i have a functional and sky-lit office, or that there's a can full of bacon grease in the refrigerator. it's all of those things, and none of those things. it's that on saturday, i peeked out of the kitchen and saw a vision of the kingdom of G-d that almost literally brought me to my knees. it's that we filled a city park with little kids and grown ups and prayed outside, yesterday. it's that we come together every week, and retell a story about a Jesus who loves us and lives with us, because we forget that story, and it's one we must not forget. it's that this place is motivated by love and compassion and kindness and gentleness and hospitality, and JESUS. i love that.
dear spring,
you have never looked more lovely than you look at this very moment. and even if the clouds gather, and the lights go out, and the colors run, and it all blows away, it was still worth the now.
mil besos,
rmg
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