Whatever You’re Expecting, Expect a Surprise

One of my favorite stories in the bible is the ascension of Christ after his resurrection. If you’re familiar with the story, you might think, Ah, yes, the glorious return of the Son of God to the right hand of the Father! But that’s not the reason. Actually, I haven’t really sorted out what the “ascending” part of the story means to me, what it speaks about my relationship with Christ, or how I can practically apply it to sharing God’s love with the people around me. With one exception.

The disciples were clueless. After years of living with Jesus, they still hadn’t learned why he came to earth in the first place, or what would come next. And I derive a tremendous amount of solidarity from that one, tiny detail. Continue reading Whatever You’re Expecting, Expect a Surprise

Everything Made New Again

Tonight is the windiest night of the year. Our home is locked tight, doors and windows and shutters, but gusty fingers pry their way into the smallest cracks. The chimes which hang on our front porch play a constant A minor, more winter-warning than summer-song.

The leftover leaves, the yellow- and red- and orange-turned-brown, have lost their grips and are tumbling into a wispy maelstrom, miles from home, months from belonging. Yet, despite this chaos, this ordained destruction, in some last conscious effort never perceived by my schedule, my binge-watching, or my quest for shade-grown espresso, each leaf cries out to return to branch and trunk and root, to feel sun and drink water, to go back to the beginning, when everything was green and full of flowers and fruit.

When everything was new.

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