There you are. You know what you heart hungers for. It tears at you from the inside. It is a constant companion. You know something needs to be done to feed this desire. You try to distract yourself. For a time, the pains disappear. A cure? No, the hunger is worse. You hunt for relief. There is none. You seek help from others. You ask them for food. They don’t know what you are talking about. You are starving. You have no choice. What you need can’t be taken. It can only be given. You wait.
Florence was a pilgrim. She was as brilliant, as she was aimless. She loved God but struggled to understand him. She was like so many of us. Not long ago, quite by accident, Florence found herself trying to fight upstream against a great river. Why would a good Christian partake in such a thing? The simple answer, “terrible luck”. The more complex but fascinating answer goes like this: a series of seemly disconnected events over an imperceivably amount of time and space led Florence to a particular place, at a particular time, for a particular reason. Please don’t ask me for a more detailed version of this answer. I am not up to the task of trying to trace the inner workings of the saint’s internal world, all the while trying to explain how her circumstances affected her decisions, not to mention what role her emotions played. If you need something less abstract, just call all that, providence and be done with it. Oh shoot, darn it, not again…did I forget to introduce myself? I am sorry about that, a faux pas of the worst order but not irredeemable in such good company. Lucas Bernard, at your service or maybe you are at mine. Maybe we all serve the Lord? Or does he serve us? Maybe all are true…. Get on with it. Yes, you are quite right, enough of this fooling around. So, where were we? Ah, my disclaimer, a very important part of a performance… I will ask something of you my noble listener, please pay close attention as we will have to go back, to go forward. I would have saved you the trouble if it were possible, but alas, if you want to learn anything this day, then we must go to the true beginning of Florence’s adventure. Plus, I only know one way to tell this tale, so settle in and open your heart.
To whom this may concern,
Greetings, my name is Dr. Adison Brockton. I have been practicing medicine in the small but noble town of South Fraser for the past 25 years. In that time, I have become an old man. A status that has allowed me to see much of life, maybe too much life. As a good doctor, I know my patients and they know me, which makes it even more joyful to see the birth and that much harder to see death. I have chosen to write to you because something very new and strange has crossed my experience path. Something or I should I say someone that defies my understanding of the natural laws of creation. A saint has healed the entire town. There is no sickness here. There are no malcontents. There is a blanket of peace over all those who suffer. Take your time, read those last few lines again. I barely believe it myself but read the attached notes and know that a true cynic turned believer wrote them.
Jude was a pilgrim. He walked slowly. He was often uncertain. He loved God but struggled to understand him. He was like so many of us. One day, the Lord’s path brought him to the edge of a great forest. A forest that had a reputation. A reputation that was far from ideal. Unless of course your ideal, is all things scary and evil. Jude stood there frozen only a few feet from what looked to be the mouth of a great serpent made of twisted trees. He began to talk to himself or was it to his spirit?
It will probably come quite obvious that I am a Christian and therefore look at reality from the point of view that God has saved me from myself through his son, Jesus. It is through this lens, my lens, in which I would like to explore the character of the Scarecrow in the Wizard of OZ. For those unfamiliar with his story arch, it is actually quite simple. He believes he doesn’t have the ability to think or in his own terms “If only I had a brain”. You may be thinking to yourself that is absurd, if you are able to make such a claim you have proven yourself wrong, be logical. Yes, what you have stated is true on one level but it is this very thing that propels him into a much larger adventure to find a solution to his plight. He is joined by three others who are not unlike himself. Dorthy, a little girl who believes she has lost her way home. A Tin Woodsmen, who believes he lacks a heart. A Lion, who believes he lacks courage. What is most interesting is that these friends, all agree to help each other find what each is missing both validating each other’s struggle as real but also affirming that a solution can be found. As a child I thought these characters extremely funny, as each embodied the very thing they believed they lacked but as an adult I see things much differently. In fact, I believe that we are all like the Scarecrow, Dorthy, Tin Woodsman and Lion; we are all waiting or striving to fill a hole in ourselves that we can’t seem to satisfy. So, you are smart. You have probably come to the conclusion that I will say that hole can only be filled by God. Yes and no. Let me explain.
Hello there, I am Kyle, I am a follower of Christ and this is my blog. I think it best to start with a warning. If you are a certified and long standing member of the grammar police this may not be the blog for you. Not that I will go out of my way to frustrate anyone. I want everyone to enjoy my efforts, yet it doesn’t take a prophet to tell you I will make plenty of mistakes along the way. As a child I struggled to learn my letters yet I believe for maybe the first time in my life I may have something worth saying. What is that you ask? I don’t really know, it is just a feeling. Some small voice inside that believes my observations maybe of some help to people especially for those who feel a bit lost in this modern world. So join me friends and find my words soothing to your weary souls.