We sat sipping our coffees and checking our smart phones, a sprinkling of conversation here and there. I was afraid I was going to be late, as I snuck into the back row right as Sunday school got started.
I used to be terrified of my heart. My head and I were great friends. I could research and learn and file facts away and lean on them when I didn’t know what to do or think or say. But my heart… my heart was deep water that I was scared to dive into.
Over Spring Break we dog sat for some friends of ours. They have a black lab that is less than a year old and adorable. The last day they were with us my son put him in his kennel but didn’t close the door.
It happened more than a year ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. We were standing in the hallway. It was Sunday, right before church. I had paused to say hi to a group of ladies when she walked by. The minute she was out of ear shot it started.
It's been almost 5 months since my last blog post. Strangely it's titled The Silence. I wasn't trying to be prophetic. I didn't intentionally set out to take a break from blogging, it just sort of happened. I was tired. Tired of all of the noise.
In my Bible between the Old and New Testament is one single sheet of tissue-thin blank paper. One page. I can flip past it in the blink of an eye, which is deceptive, because that single sheet of empty paper represents 400 years of silence. 400 years of wondering. 400 years of questions.
Three years ago I found myself sitting in my car in a parking lot on a Friday night. I knew I needed to get out of the car and go in but I was afraid. I was also desperate, and that night I let desperation win.
The ideal. It’s what we all long for, what we all plan for. We dream of falling in love with the ideal person and having the ideal marriage, with 2. 5 ideal kids and an ideal golden retriever, living in an ideal home with an ideal picket fence and ideal car parked in the drive way.
Jesus and Peter had many encounters involving water, boats, and questions. “Will you follow me?” Mark 1:17 “Do you trust me?” Matthew 14:29 “Do you love me” John 21:17 Three questions. Three encounters. Three defining moments in Peter’s life.
“There are no small parts, only small actors. ” Constantin Stanislavski I’ve been on both the receiving and giving end of that line. As a director I’ve said those words to many students who just found out they didn’t get cast as the lead and are feeling disappointment.