He had always considered himself a jester or a villain, someone brought in only to entertain or to kick before throwing out again; but there he was, in class, and the teacher gave him a script to read. It was a simple story about two friends trying to save a school. He performed it to the best of his ability. At the end, there was a collect “awww,” not aww as in pity or remorse, but in sympathy and encouragement. An eternal “isn’t that cute.” The teacher turned to him and said, “you know, you could play a romantic lead one day.”
The student’s heart became afflutter. Romance was for the main stream, not the side characters. He never dared dream he was worthy of it. But here he was, hoping against hope, dreaming hard enough to be made reality. And the dream remained, though it took him a long, long while to see it achieved. But hope is a wonderful thing, flowers from the pavement, refusing to be quenched once ignited.
We all need a little hope in us. Thank you, Jesus.
“I would like to buy your spinning wheel,” said Katie, “how much do you want for it?”
“Three hundred dollars,” said the woman.
Katie reached for her purse.
“I prefer it to be paid in cash,” she said, “it means a lot to me. I would very much like it to mean a lot to you.”
Not having cash, Katie drove several blocks to the bank and returned with the payment in full.
Years later, Katie still has the wheel and has become quite the master spinner, treasuring the wheel the started her on her way.
“Practice makes perfect,”
yes, but what is perfected?
why is it perfected at all?
All those hours of seemingly vain repetitions,
the pain, the frustration
the cursing at the art form
and the Divine
and whatever thing or being you can think of
to blame your inadequacies on.
But yet, still, despite all this the best of us press on,
through the dark times
and the periods of fault and failure.
Finally, after all the falling down
and getting back up again,
we reach the top of the mountain
and suddenly everything-
every unsavory experience-
was worth it
for that one, fleeting yet sublime glimpse