Monday, December 22, 2014
The Difficult month of December: A Cold Journey
There was a white board against the opposite wall. There were a few random statements jotted down on it. I stood up, staring across the board reading the random comments. I smiled, and lifted the blue pen to the board. As I was writing my statement, the door opened and a girl walked in.
The girl was wearing a red polka-dotted shirt, and dark blue pants. She had long curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"Hi," she said with a funny voice.
"Hi," I replied, smiling.
There was something different about her. I couldn't quite place it.
"Your tears will rise up to soar with the birds," She read what I had written on the board.
The sun was shining against her face as she spoke. A swift wind was blowing against the blue sky out the window, among the shining silver-brown tips of the oak trees. Clouds passed over the sun quickly, some wind blew creaking against the side of the building. We stared at each other. She sat in a chair near mine. The soft dark broke and the sun was shining in again. It blasted against the board lighting up the words I had written.
"How long have you been here?" She asked.
"Oh.. A long collusion of days, marked by unending propaganda, and.. Little progress," I smirked.
"And I have just arrived, in such a place as this," She smiled, sitting down in a chair next to mine.
"What does that statement mean to you?" She asked, pointing to the board.
"Well, " I said rubbing my chin thinking. "It means that.. There is hope out here. In this wilderness we seem trapped in. We are lost. Being lost is what defines us. It hurts like hell.. We are dying. But that's the point. We have to die to live. Everything we do in life is trial or a nudge or a gift."
"And we are on journeys.. To the bottom now. We cry at the bottom, in the mud, and the mud is made from us. But then... our tears rise up.. And sing songs.. They soar. This is a natural law. Water evaporates. Our tears will rise up. We have nowhere to go but up."
There was a short pause. I hadn't even realized I'd felt that way.
"You remind me of Donnie Darko," She said.
"But more, " I continued. "When I'm gone. When this destroys me, my tears will still rise up. Even if I am gone, some of me will still rise."
"Life is an endless circle," She said. "You'll survive this."
"What if I don't want to?"
"You'll have to. We all have a destiny."
"Yes we do," I replied. "Whether dark or light. It will come about. People like us.. And people like us are rare. We know this."
I smiled at her.
"It's such a gift to meet somehow right now," I said. "Right now, this moment."
I was staring out the window now, leaning against my chair for support.
"This moment," I emphasized, staring at her. "I mean.. Is it possible? Right now? It's so perfect. It's so fateful. We're in this moment right now. It's ours. I'm meeting you, you meeting me. Will we ever forget it?"
"I am honored to be in this moment, " She said.
"I mean it's so perfect, so real, so incredible, so-"
She stood up, and walked over to me, leaning down, touching her hand underneath my chin, kissing me softly on the lips.
Psalm 18:He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
Yep, it's me. Everybody's favorite world shaker. I love Jesus. I love my friends. I'm on a path, I want to change the world. Let's do it, and let's do it together.