May 24-27, 2013 A glimpse of God's glory
I think itâs like you said, you went into it believing you wouldnât see us ever again; whatever you did would be absolved because there wouldnât be enough time for judgment. It was quite an avalanche of information; most of which I donât remember because I was captivated by your emotions. It didnât really matter what you shared up front, but rather how you felt about what you said. In a sense, we bought you. You could have said that you blew up a basket of bunnies and weâd still buy into you.
I think thatâs where my one-liners come from. They leave me free from exposure and vulnerability. Tightly knit packages of social commentary. Thereâs little room or criticism and are designed for open interpretation to limit confrontation.
About how I feelâ¦now thatâs a little harder to grasp. When we watch our favorite shows- letâs say Friends- we see the intertwined stories and the relationships between the characters over the span of many seasons. When the series ends and they leave that apartment, all thatâs left are the walls of a makeshift set. Itâs a story that you didnât want to end, like a fairytale.
It was the perfect group dynamic, like all the characters from the breakfast club. Individually Iâm sure we could have enjoyed the trip, but when we were together it felt like magic.
Iâve always felt that I wanted to give God my best. Like how the Japanese like to package their chocolates with elegant and ergonomic seams. When we pray, I perceive it as asking for a favor, asking someone to do something for you and I never wanted to ask for anything. I want to be independent and self-sufficient and essentially be good enough for God. Is it Pride? Or is that vulnerability like you said. Have I been trying to walk alongside him, when the idea is to follow closely behind? It gets more and more complicated in my head.
Iâm starting to think that my relationship with God doesnât need to be perfect. He is after all, perceived as the perfect being and I wanted my relationship to be worthy of perfection. I can quack as long as I want, I will never be a duck. I can wait and wait; there will never be a perfect moment.
I canât definitively say my emotions are tied to what we talked about because Iâm still compartmentalizing my feelings. There are a few other subtleties here and there, but I fear it would further complicate our conversation.
In essence, Iâm happy this weekend happened, it was the immaculate mini-series. Itâd be impossible to replicate, everything we experienced, the oodles of zingers thrown back and forth, and a lifetime of inside jokes to share moving forward.
I think thatâs where my one-liners come from. They leave me free from exposure and vulnerability. Tightly knit packages of social commentary. Thereâs little room or criticism and are designed for open interpretation to limit confrontation.
About how I feelâ¦now thatâs a little harder to grasp. When we watch our favorite shows- letâs say Friends- we see the intertwined stories and the relationships between the characters over the span of many seasons. When the series ends and they leave that apartment, all thatâs left are the walls of a makeshift set. Itâs a story that you didnât want to end, like a fairytale.
It was the perfect group dynamic, like all the characters from the breakfast club. Individually Iâm sure we could have enjoyed the trip, but when we were together it felt like magic.
Iâve always felt that I wanted to give God my best. Like how the Japanese like to package their chocolates with elegant and ergonomic seams. When we pray, I perceive it as asking for a favor, asking someone to do something for you and I never wanted to ask for anything. I want to be independent and self-sufficient and essentially be good enough for God. Is it Pride? Or is that vulnerability like you said. Have I been trying to walk alongside him, when the idea is to follow closely behind? It gets more and more complicated in my head.
Iâm starting to think that my relationship with God doesnât need to be perfect. He is after all, perceived as the perfect being and I wanted my relationship to be worthy of perfection. I can quack as long as I want, I will never be a duck. I can wait and wait; there will never be a perfect moment.
I canât definitively say my emotions are tied to what we talked about because Iâm still compartmentalizing my feelings. There are a few other subtleties here and there, but I fear it would further complicate our conversation.
In essence, Iâm happy this weekend happened, it was the immaculate mini-series. Itâd be impossible to replicate, everything we experienced, the oodles of zingers thrown back and forth, and a lifetime of inside jokes to share moving forward.