“Sorry to unload on you like that,” he said
“I’m glad you did,” I said,
“So many times we go through life,
carrying burdens, situations
not knowing who we can share it with
but not quite able to bear the burdens ourselves.
We lose sleep, become stressed
because we feel all alone.
Yes, we talk to God and that is a great place to start,
but we still fear the judgement of others.
It’s not until we tell another human being
and they meet us with open hearts and minds
that we can begin to lay our burden down-
or, rather, finally have someone
to carry that burden along
til the carrying is done.”
The other day I bought a homeless man a guitar.
He promised he’d do all kinds of good things with it,
you know, to sell his worthiness to me.
But I didn’t buy it for that reason,
I bought it cuz he wanted a guitar.
I haven’t heard from him since the transaction,
but a pastor friend tells me he plays it all the time.
DO what is good, not because of the outcome
but because it is good.
Sometimes, it pays off in ways
you could never have imagined.
Some of my favorite things:
-Jesus Christ (glimpses of the depth of His love and mercy, plus whispers from the Holy Spirit)
-Exercise (soccer, weights, read-walks, running, hiking)
-Sunshine (the warmer, the better)
-Food (esp. Mexican, Japanese, and phở, plus In-n-Out)
-People (all walks of life, whoever wants to have a good conversation)
-Music (esp. 70’s folk, Hillsong, show tunes, and the Wheeland Brothers)
-Nature (esp. mountain forests and ocean adventures)
What are some of yours?
There are the things we talk about.
Then, there are the things we wish we could talk about.
It’s in the moments when we safely experience the latter
that we truly feel free.
Driving home late at night,
I think the conversation we had
I really could have talked for hours
thank you for your open heart
There is a time for much company,
for cross-table chats and boisterous behavior;
then there is time for small rooms, intimate ventures,
quiet, soulful conversations
Now, I think, is the time for the latter
conversation is a dying art.
Let’s breathe new life upon it,