Step Over the Edge…


On my ride to and from work each day, I pass a skate park. I enjoy watching those daredevils as they eventually master a trick after many crashes and burns. The other day as I rode past, I noticed a kid, not taller than 3 feet, who was decked out in the protective gear I’m sure his mom argued with him to put on. He was perched at the precipice of a cliff of concrete which plunged straight down and gradually curved to smoothly meet the ground. As I was riding my bike past, I watched as he struggled to sit on his skateboard. He had to get it just right. When I saw him, I immediately began to laugh. He was so cute. My laughter wasn’t in derision, however. I laughed in admiration of his pluck and in the joy of watching one so young exercise courage. My admiration also goes out to his parents. It is one thing for a mom or dad to face their own fears and risk pain and or failure. We accept that as the price of being alive, but allowing our children to attempt the same feat is something else entirely.  However, in our attempts to protect our children, as well as save some money from emergency room visits, we can teach  lessons we don’t intend:

Getting hurt is to be avoided at all costs…

Discomfort is bad, comfort is good…

Sit this one out…

Stay back from the edge…

But is life really about safety and comfort? Recently, one of my facebook friends posted the following: 

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?” -Vincent van Gogh

——————–SCRAAAAAAAAATCH———————

The other day I decided to write at McDonald’s. I borrowed Hannah’s laptop, got some blood-thickening breakfast, and logged on to Golden Arches Wifi… After checking my mail, facebook, and twitter, I logged on to WordPress to start the adventure that writing a blog post can sometimes be.

When I write a post, I don’t always know what I will write about. I usually have either an idea, a picture in my mind, or event which has moved me in some way, so I start there and begin to follow the Muse. On this particular morning, I started remembering the little kid at the skate park. The memory of him getting ready to plunge over the edge, made me think of the battle we sometimes fight between safety and risk.

As sometimes happens when I write, the Muse I was following began to connect with other books I have read, other ideas I am considering, and other areas of my life. I was surprised with the path chosen by my friendly Muse. I was also happy with the post. I clicked “Publish”…….

…the lights ran after themselves in a circle on my screen, which means the computer is processing the information I wrote and is transferring it into the WordPress computer so it could become part of my public blog.

…the lights kept circling…

…and circling…

…and circling…

…nothing…

I tried several other things, but nothing. Eventually, the page reloaded, and the McDonalds sign-on screen came up. My heart “stepped over the edge” into my stomach… I lost two-thirds of the post. Only what is posted above was saved.

No reason for me to try and rewrite it. I’ve found that when the Muse whispers in my ear and I write it down, she doesn’t repeat herself, so I better make it count! Plus, I was pissed! What happened to my connection?

After thinking about it for a bit, I figured out that MickeyD’s timed me out…

But I was still working!

…more thinking… Since I hadn’t been changing websites or loading new pages, Ronald McSilicone thought I simply left the light on and left the room, so he shut the light off and closed the door!

BUT I WAS STILL WORKING! I wanted to communicate meaningful ideas… well, meaningful to me anyway… Besides, just because there is no noticeable change doesn’t mean work isn’t being done!

So, I left McDonald’s, frustrated I couldn’t communicate because someone cut my connection.

I pondered that thought for the next few days…

 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Sarah laughed….

God raised an eyebrow…

And went to Abraham…

Abraham went to Sarah…

Sarah went to Hagar…

Hagar went to Abraham…

Ishmael…

Sarah sent Hagar and Ishmael…

Hagar and Ishmael went to the desert…

God went to Hagar and Ishmael…

Hagar went to Sarah…

God went to Abraham…

Abraham went to Sarah…

Isaac…

Ishmael and Isaac…

Oy vey…

(Genesis 15-18… although liberties were taken…)

Staying connected to God when we don’t see Him at work in our lives, is really important. Just because we don’t SEE any movement doesn’t mean their is none. Although we don’t hear from God, or feel Him near doesn’t mean He isn’t speaking nor that He is distant from us. The silence of God may actually be that He is speaking in a language we haven’t learned yet.  We must continue to listen, and watch for God to show Himself in the world. Reading the bible isn’t the only way we can see and hear from God, but it helps us know the timbre of his voice and the quality of his active work, so we will recognise Him in other venues. In this manner, we stay connected, and trust that even though nothing seems to be happening, something is happening.

So…

How strong is my connection?

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