Quiet
Time Thoughts
1.
Where would you choose to meet God? This a.m. and last I have picked the
bathroom in my room at the Hyatt in Milwaukee. This morning I apologized
and He said He didn’t mind; He wasn’t crowded or embarrassed, made me by the
way. The reason I was in there is that I am sharing a room with my two
sons and a Union student. Kids don’t wake up at 5:30 and you know how
kids are, need their beauty sleep. Beauty has long since thrown me over
for younger candidates, so sleep is for rest only which requires less.
2.
I had two loved ones die yesterday, one the son of a childhood friend who died
in a logging accident and one a dear old acquaintance in the arts. I
loved both when I heard. Love is like beauty, miraculous, but I
would always choose love, love sticks. The older man I knew briefly when
he did a workshop at Union. We rode together alone for an hour or so
while I drove him back to the airport. We talked of God and Jesus, life
and love, hope and eternity. The talk was easy, no religion. He
knew Jesus, liked Him but wasn’t as sure of Him as Lord. I saw him a
couple of years later in Louisville KY standing alone outside a bar. I
asked him how he was and he said he was having some health issues but “any day
looking down at the grass instead of up at it is a good day.” Well, today
he is standing in the presence of the Loving and True God. I don’t want
to go ‘all theological’ on anyone but I prayed for him this morning. God
was ok with that, like I said love sticks.
3. I
am here in Milwaukee with twelve girls. I should feel like a Girl Scout
leader. I don’t! Should have had them check the oil in the old
bulldog bus. She was 1½ quarts low and they could all probably use a
lesson in car maintenance. Like I said love sticks and I do love these
kids. Have very high hopes and expectations for each one.
Strange what one thinks of while meeting
with God. He said He didn’t mind, made it as well.
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