Better Late Than Never Meditation: Let’s Go See!

Well, Monday came and went. It wasn’t a a very meditative day, honestly. Thanks to my momma and an awesome new sitter, we went to see Wicked. Holy awesome, Batman. I get what the hype is about now, and I’m only what – seven years behind on that one? I might be posting on some of the themes and the clergy-thoughts running through my head.

In the meantime: we still get a prayer mantra for the week: Let’s go see!

This week’s post is brought to you by construction trucks and piles of dirt. Our street is having some work done – water lines replaced or something. While this comes with the first-world-annoyances liked having water turned off here and there, and our driveway blocked at random times, it also comes with endless preschool entertainment. Momma, let’s go look at the trucks (at 7:15 am)! Momma, let’s go look for the worker guys! Momma, look at the sandcastle (i.e. pile of dirt)!

Looking with enthusiasm, and sometimes even focus, is a specialty of the toddler set. Partly because they haven’t seen everything a million times, partly because looking at something interesting is a great delay tactic for cleaning up your toys, and partly because little kids are just easily fascinated. The constant refrain of “let’s go see! look at this!” sounds an awful lot like the conversation between Phillip and Nathaniel… “We found the Messiah!”… “Really, in Nazareth?”… “Come and see!”

I’m often less interested in the ants or trucks or dirt or smeared yogurt that are exciting and interesting to Bliss. But God calls us to a “let’s go see” kind of faith – the kind that believes that God is doing a new thing, and if we keep looking, keep our eyes open, we might be able to glimpse it and even be a part of it. The call of Jesus is often a mystery to me, but I believe that God is leading me, all of us, to something. This week, I’ll work on praying “let’s go see”. Maybe even with enthusiasm.


About mommymergent

Joyfully living as momma to Miss Bliss, serving the Episcopal Church as priest, and reluctantly becoming part of the mysterious emergent church
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