Saturday, June 05, 2004
I whisked my lovely away for a quick yet relaxing meal at noodles & co. I ordered a glass of wine with my meal and she freaked out. In response, she ordered a large rice krispy bar dessert thingy. The man who poured my wine chuckled at our banter. He added to our conversation by telling us that he rose from the dead recently. I didn't really hear him or what he said didn't really register. SHE picked up on it though and asked him what he meant. He told us that he had lime disease and collapsed. He was DOA but they revived him. I noticed that he shook with jerky movements when poured the glass of wine. SHE asked him if he saw a tunnel and light or anyone familiar. He shook his head and smiled. After our meal, I asked a busboy for the name of the manager who rose from the dead. The boy didn't really understand what I was asking, so I described him. As we left, I asked to see Dan. I shook his hand and told him that I was happy he was alive. He smiled and thanked me. We walked for a time and I attempted to show HER a beautiful street that I happened upon the day before, but it was gone. Not beig able to see everything, I find life rather mysterious.
This reminds me of the boy who, while flying a kite, was asked by a man what he thought he was doing. "I'm flying a kite" he told the man. The kite had dissapeared behind a cloud and couldn't be seen, so the man asked him how he knew he was flying a kite. The boy replied "The kite tugs on my string now and then to remind me that it's there." This seems an appropriate metaphor to hint at how we know that God is there. He tugs on our heart or spirit string every now and then.
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