My eyes welled up. I tried my best to contain it and succeeded.
I left Jake and Cora to clean up the rest of the dishes after the dinner I made to take a solitary bike ride. When I passed the first dog, I leaned forward to Cora's seat to say "doggy."
I have become programmed to name the world, even id the one I'm making definitions for isn't there.
I made my way along a familiar path:
Up Walker, passed First Christian Church, rode down the hill without braking, east on 38th passed Crown Heights Park, up the steady incline on Shartel, and then I looked at something I've seen hundreds of times only to find something new.
There is a plaque above the doors of Westminster Presbyterian Church that has important dates of founding a completion along with a sort of creed
"To become a complete disciple of Jesus Christ"
I pulled Josephine over to take a picture - I've been doing that of my favorite things in Oklahoma...capturing them so I can write about them. After a moment of looking and feeling these words so deep inside, I got back on Josephine and came to Douglas Park. It is set up on a hill. I'm sitting on a retaining wall, catching bits of the soft breeze in my nostrils as it blows across my face (wind this gentle is a celebration).
I'm listening to the birds and the constant whir of cars of 235 that I've come to love so much. Birds are pecking in the grass, and a train is rolling by. The tall steel transmission towers are sharing their red glow, blinking slowly, on and off...
on
and
off.
They are consistent.
To become a complete disciple of Jesus Christ...
I usually don't read too far into things, but complete hasn't settled on a definitive meaning in me yet. Am I complete as a disciple of Christ, or am I always trying to completely become a disciple of Him. In every way.
Maybe I need not feel that my role is just about defining things for others, but about continually pondering what things mean to me.
I don't want everything inside to sit on a shelf waiting for me to get around to it.
from Flying with Lightning Wings (a place for writing that is just for me)
I'm glad you used the word temporary. I guess you'll get to see a part of me tonight :) Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking of the meaning of the word complete and I can't dissociate it from Jesus Christ. He makes everything complete. All of my work as a mother is not good enough with out his help. Same with my work as a follower of Christ. Maybe the word complete is unnecessary in that sentence because it is quite redundant when used with the word Jesus Christ.