You were wearing that grandpa sweatshirt of yours and those gray socks and a gorgeous smile. Your hair was messy so I guess the wind was favorable that day. We were in your room and the weather was grayer than your woolly socks. Drip, drip, drip, said the rain. I was about to reach for your hand when you gave me a look that conveyed regret.
I need to go, you said. Time melted away like Dali’s drooping clocks. Do you really need to go? That’s the nth time this week.
You said nothing and your face disappeared. The silence was painful to the ears. You left, never to return again.
I woke up with a start.
It is 7:28 am and I manage to smile knowing I beat my alarm clock again. I hear a snore right next to me. An obnoxious sound putting me at ease, dissolving irrational fear, driving away an enemy that tries to steal my joy. I never knew how comforting a snore can be.
Suddenly an arm finds its way on my belly and a faint good morning, darling.
All is well.
What I wrote above didn’t really happen (just wanted to make sure that folks don’t think I’m sleeping with anyone haha)
To be saved does not mean having a disembodied soul “go to Jesus” after death and staying there for all eternity, while playing harps and wearing white robes. The Christian hope is not that we will finally escape earth but that we will be raised back to life with transformed bodies, beholding God as He really is. The goal is not just upward but upward and back down again. Since I am saved by grace through faith in Christ, I am reconciled with God and I partake in the building of His kingdom here on earth as it is in heaven. God will affirm the goodness of His creation not by annihilating the body and the world, but by radically healing and transforming it.
This is such a loaded but glorious statement. God is in the business of making things new. For this, I am thankful.
We live in a world of excess limbs, of arms that flail madly for your attention.
That limb becomes a crutch becomes a person becomes a separate entity and you can’t help yourself.
But you realize that amputations are there to save your life. And so you choose to bleed. And live
in a world of excess limbs. Because life is more than having another piece of flesh
to hold onto.