"I think we talk about love a lot, and I think love can get really big. You know love gets like, you can't almost get your arms around it, it's such a big thing, but kindness. Kindness is like the country cousin to love.
You know, it just kind of — it kind of does dishes.
When no one asked it to. " Carrie Newcomer
Misplacing
I was at the grocery yesterday and got a text from Lupe:
"Do u have my keys" 6:21
"Please Check" 6:22
"Hello?"6:23
I responded
"No" 6:24
"I am not in my car" 6:24
"Not in my car" 6:25
Lupe "Found whew" 6:28
The next morning Lupe says that he had packed his keys in his bag for work and had forgotten where he had put them.
I keep having this image of looking deep into and empty dark manger it is cold and there is nothing there.
I see a young atheist friend standing at the front of the church with all the other kids, head high, saying the lords prayer and the manger seems less dark. We practice finding our hope and love and peace in the darkness each year so that when we pack them away someday and forget about them that we know that they are inside of us.
This young friend who energetically says the Lords prayer, who questions all of the words he is saying and shows up each Sunday is one of my lights. He shows me that I know where I put the hope when Ferguson happens. He shows me that I know where I put the peace when the headlines become unreadable. He shows me that I know where I put the love when I feel alone and worthless.
I go to church not because I have the answers and know without a doubt that Christ is the lord and savior I go because I am not sure and I need to do it anyway, because I am scared that I may someday forget where I put my hope, and love and peace and I need others to help with the light.
I fumble for the light and need each of you with me. The ones who we do not expect to hold the light often do.