It's late and I'm tired -- tomorrow I will wake up early and drive my girlfriend to the airport and say goodbye to her for 3 weeks while she tours Italy and discovers the artist soul that God has created in her. I'm sitting wedged between a dining room table dressed will flowers and empty glasses -- the leftovers from a wonderful night together before she leaves. And driving home tonight after dropping her off, my heart couldn't help but smile. There ought to be a term for it (and seeing as how I'm writing a language, there may yet be :) some word to describe these eternal moments. They're rare -- they're not everyday, but here and there we hear a whisper, get a taste of the life we were designed for. We have a great conversation with a friend that affirms the God in both of us, we have a wonderful evening with our love, we see a simply dazzling sunrise, or we serve someone in need, or receive a service from a good friend. Eternal is a good thing to call them since all of them deal with things that live beyond this world -- my job, my car, this earthly thing or that will never echo in the way these former things do. How could they? For really, the life I was meant for is reaching out into the life I live now, the infinite is reaching into the finite, the music is becoming -- if only for a moment -- just loud enough to hear above the noise, and a bit of heaven is tasted on earth. I live for those moments, and like a child on the edge of the kitchen smelling what my mother is cooking, I'm hungry for more, hungry for the feast that Christ is preparing me and my brothers and sisters for, groaning to be home at last -- to be free.
Thank you Lord for giving me this taste -- keep moving me heavenward, across the waters until I can be with you again.
