That which is most universal is most personal, indeed there is nothing human which is strange to us.
-Nouwen

The harvest is here...

The harvest is here...
The kingdom is near...

Sunday, August 8, 2010

There ain't no drive thru...

"For the best eatin," said the withered old man as he rocked in his chair on a creaky wooden porch and a squirrel rustled a nearby tree, "there ain't no drive thru."

North Carolina summers are as swimmingly hot as I remember them always being and green like limes, green like pine forests, green like mint, green like string beans, green like kudzu, green like moss, green like cucumbers warm on the vine.
Clouds appear in the soft baby blue sky make shapes like snakes chasing mice shift to sail boats shift to just lazy clouds on the most pleasantly lazy day. Sweat pools on my back and a line of ants toting a bread crumb shimmer in the heat.
North Carolina accents are as gently drawling as I remember them always being and speak truth, affirmation, friendship, and joy. Tell me again why perseverance is your favorite word? What has been encouraging you lately? Let's laugh some more about why your ice melts faster than everyone else's, long forgotten home videos, and that chimpanzee that shares your name.
Giggles and music and understanding smoothed together make a balm for the soul patched by reminders of healing that is promised and strength that is sure.

Rolling hills, humid days, thick forests, sweet tea, sweeter fellowship...
You can't drive through that.

And even if you could, there ain't one.


He has promised to bring the good work that He started in you to completion...
And He's more committed to that than you are.

Are they looking out or in?