I’m running away.
I’m tired of ugly words. I’ve read too many words by frightened people pointing out other people’s sins and stupidity today.
And now I’m doing it too.
I’m not burying my head in the sand; I’m burying it in the roses.
We drove down to Sandpoint, Idaho for a break (and to buy corn tortillas and a brand of cheese we can’t get here.) I stopped the car for a moment to get something out of the trunk. Then I looked up and saw, in this place for stopping and doing nothing (a parking lot), hundreds of roses blooming on the embankment below a busy highway.
It was a reminder to literally stop and smell the roses.
Can I admit that lately I have found that any time I have been invited to join a group with “Christian” in the title it is nearly always an invitation to entertain contentious frightened people’s conflicting opinions? I long for a place where followers in Christ live in peace and joy. A place where it is said of these people, “Look at how they love each other.”
In the meantime I will try to remember to stop for a rose and see it as a gift from the One who is peace, joy and love.
Thank you, Lord, for your generous provision of beauty where we least expect it.