And so it seems I am writing again. I haven't given up on writing, I simply moved it to a more comfortable location...my journal.
I've recently craved the often irreverent writings of Anne Lamott. She is funny and fresh. When I read her, I can smell the Bolinas salt water and taste the 3 day old coffee that is sitting in the sink. Every word is alive in all of my senses.
The most recent quote, "I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish." Now, I don't know if Jesus would drink gin. He seems more like a bourbon kinda guy (or girl) however you choose to interpret His/Her gender. (Yes, I too read The Shack) While the quote makes me chuckle, I've often wondered how true it is. Not in the sense that Jesus drinks gin, but more so, do I believe that Jesus is taken back by my thoughts? That He stands with His finger pointed at my face shaking his wispy white hair side to side. Sometimes in my head I can hear Jesus say "that rich young ruler had a better chance of getting into heaven than you do."
Obviously this isn't what I "actually" believe, but it is how I often live out my faith. Striving for perfection and stepping so carefully in order to hit each stone that I miss what is around me. And what I miss is often the beauty and mystery of God.
Perhaps I will fill my cat dish up with water tonight.
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