I Never Could Get the Hang of Thursdays

There are things in life that I just wont ever forget.  Things that are stored somewhere deep in my subconscience and bring warmth behind my eyeballs whenever I am reminded of them.  Like the sound of a screen door smacking against the frame of its hinges as if she were an unfaithful wife, or the smell of old worn leather and red clay when I slip my hand into my old baseball mit.  The way sunlight tiptoes through my window in the morning makes me feel like God is whispering, “There is reason to wake up today,” and sometimes the squeaking of an old rocking chair can tell the family history better than any photo album ever could.

I think that is why Jesus spoke in parables.  He knew that stories resignate in our souls.  I mean who can forget the man who was swallowed by a great fish and lived to tell about it, and who hasn’t heard about the great parting of waters to escape death at the hand of an enraged Pharaoh.  Those stories strolled right on through our ears and found a home in the back of our memories so that we could be reminded throughout our lives that there is something out there bigger than we are.  Jesus knew this and probably grew up with the same stories in his memory bank.  That is why we he talked about two guys building a house – one on sand, the other on a rock.  Or how about the time when the shepard left his entire flock in order to chase down the one missing sheep.  I know I wont forget the guy who brought shame on his family after he left the responsibility of home to live up his inheritance early.  He spent everything he had and lost his integrity.  He returned home with the expectation of slavery and instead was embraced by arms of forgiveness.  Nobody tells stories like that anymore.

Maybe that is why I started this blog.  Maybe I am hoping the stories of my life can remind you that there is something greater out there than you are.  Maybe I am trying to remind myself.  I am unsure.  All I know is that I am looking for an outlet, a way to get this stirring out of my head.  Maybe that something greater than me out there is love and I am writing in efforts to express it somehow.  Maybe.  Or maybe I am just writing because I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

Tags: Christianity, God, Jesus, Purpose