Oh, to be out of that half-way foggy mode where we can just feel it down in our bones that things all around us are not right, not whole, not all connected up like they should be…things just aren’t in tune. But, when have they ever been? we think. Well, our dreams, that’s when…that’s when things once in a while anyway sync-up, when you could take a jaunt through a grocery store parking lot and grab onto all of life right there stepping across the pavement, the chorus of people and cars dipping and swerving in the waves…and it was good…very, very good. Not even sleeping, just living…living there step-by-step in super slow motion trying to take it all in as life was blasting all our feeble little senses to death. Not enough time even to absorb one wondrous and absolutely stupendous human face, much less the whole swell that was rushing past. God’s conducting, isn’t he…having a blast, with all of this. Take us back, please, to this dream–a glimpse of your Truth.
An inkling, a whiff, a glimmer—that’s all. But oh, isn’t it something to die for. Literally, ’cause that’s what, we can only dream or imagine, it would take….dying and then growing up out of the muck all brand new…like those tears that feed the sprouts happily pushing their way up into the sunlight. Oh, what a glorious place we’ve been plopped down into. Alleluia, you LORD of all, now and forever. Forever. got that? He’s ready to give you forever.