That one flew off before I’d finished it. That’s what I get for falling asleep on the key to “publish.”
To state the obvious, before napping, I’d been reflecting on how it’s too easy to limit ourselves and others, like folks did to Jesus when he went back to his hometown.(Matthew 13:55 The Message)
Home isn’t always a safe place, especially if it’s a box with clear instructions on who we or someone else was, is or can only become. Even worse, if we twist our perceptions and notions with God talk.
Back to Legos. I’ve known some kids who build the prescribed models, then put them on a shelf. A done deal, as if one something or other was all the creator intended.
Can’t imagine Jud’s dad without seeing him with baggy pants, scuffed shoes sticking out from under a car or church bus in need of repairs, or suit and tie behind a pulpit on a Sunday morning, or in his old flannel shirt as he engineered the set-up for Chad’s model trains on the beat-up ping-pong table in our basement, or reeking of his favorite scent after a day of fishing off Cuttyhunk with Jud .
We are so much more than we think ourselves to be.
So are they.
Sometimes we just need to think outside of our box and theirs.
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