Reality

I love to read. I read a lot. Maybe not in volume, but in time. I read everyday. Sometimes one or two pages. Sometimes a few chapters. But I do like to read everyday. There are treasures to be mined out from those pages, you see.

There are snippets of lines that cause your mind to spin, and if you're good at it, you can follow that spinning into a whole different world. Maybe one that existed already. The world of your emotions and memories. Sometimes the words will spin you into a whole now world of imagination and the magic held therein. God just might be waiting to show you something -- only if you let him.

I have been reading this one particular book over the last month or so. It's not a long book, but its a good one. It's not an overly spiritual book, but the impact on my life has been great. It is touching me in a way I did not expect.

"The Longing for Home" by Frederick Buechner. Maybe you should go out and buy it. Maybe read it now. Maybe read it later. But have it ready. There will come a time when you will need a book to sit down and read. Not a mind-candy book, but one you can chew on. Not a book to learn anything, but one that you can experience. A book with little snippets that jump out and capture your heart, your mind, your soul.

Kind of like this line, "...a joyous, spontaneous, self-forgetting response to the most real aspect of all reality..."

Spin, my soul, spin. Capture the fire held in such a set of words and run with it.

I had the priviledge of talking with a few of the people who have affected my life in the most profound ways today. I talked with some Wiedricks over in Ontario. Their love changed my life. I talked with a Chris Quilala down in California. His friendship left me never the same. Both continue to do so.

In my heart I see a joyous, spontaneous, self-forgetting response to the most real aspect of all reality when I think of them. I do not have a memory of something that was, but I have an experience of that which is. Both showed me an aspect of reality that I carry deep within my heart. The fire there keeps me warm.