window at First Presbyterian, Gatesville
Things come to mind
when driving
down farm roads
with open windows.
Things like life....
Things like after life.
I wonder:
If we have sanitized the Christ child's crib
then what else have we done.
"No crying he makes", we sing.
As if.
Yes,
Fully divine...
the Christ child
was bathed in
light from above.
But also,
Fully human...
that baby cried,
that baby pooped.
If we've sanitized
the Christ crib....
then perhaps
we have
so
idealized
heaven...
we've made that
what it
can't be.
Bonhoeffer called what we
do and think...
cheap grace.
Heaven?
If heaven
is a place
of God's
making...
intention...
imagination...
grace....
Perhaps we will be
surprised
what it is...
where it is....
and who will be there.
Just asking.
Just thinking.
That's what happens
when driving down
farm roads with the
open
windows.
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