The Art of Flight
After watching this trailer I am left wanting to see the whole movie, which means it’s a good trailer. I am also left thinking a couple of things. One is, “WOW!!! These dudes took some serious risks and got some serious kicks. Creation is truly majestic.” This thought was immediately followed by, “How in the world do these guys top this? I mean how do you go bigger? If bigger is what you are chasing, then how do you do that?” I’m left feeling envious of of them for having lived so close to the edge, while at the same time feeling sorry for them because it is the edge that they live for. What a useless purpose. So, how do I live closer to the edge, but do so for the glory of God?
Grief
My grandmother, who lost my grandfather a few years ago, called my Dad yesterday on what could have been his 42nd wedding anniversary, and his first without Mom. The conversation went like this:
Grandma – “So, how many years would it have been?”
Dad – “Today would have been 42 years.”
Grandma – “Wow, that’s a long time.”
Dad – “Yep, a long time.”
Grandma – “A long time…just not long enough.”
That pretty well sums it up.
The blessing in mourning is that we loved someone enough to actually feel those words. Imagine never loving someone enough to be able to say that? What a tragedy?
Dust – both dirty and delightful
There is much of my life that has disappeared over the years. One moment it was there and then the next it just crumbled into a pile of dust. Some of it I destroyed intentionally, some unintentionally, and some just happened without any effort or neglect on my part.
Living in a sin infected world, and being myself infected with this disease of rebellion, dust piles lie all around us and in and around the lives of everyone we meet. 2010 leaves numerous piles in my life. I have a choice to either be overwhelmed at the mess or live in anticipation of what the Beauty Maker might make to rise up out of it. While I am tempted to live in despair I strive to live in wonder as I wait to see the Potter add water to my dust and begin to mold and make something new. This is what Advent is all about.
In the most dirty and desperate of environments, the Stable, the most splendid and pure living being, Jesus, arrived. And the lives of the despised and dejected have never been the same. I will miss those people, especially Mom and Grandpa, and ideas and things that used to be, but today I look forward to something beautiful becoming of their departure, because in Jesus I can.
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