While daydreaming from a metal folding chair, I saw my grandfather praying.
I had been listening to a class discussion which revolved around the subject of Henri Nouwen’s book, In the Name of Jesus: Reflections on Christian Leadership.
But the long fingers of my memory thumbed backward through the pages of my life until my grandfather stood before me.
“There is no massing of men with God.”
— George MacDonald
After the bell rang, I walked into my classroom to face the first herd of the school year. Two dozen still unidentified bodies had been severed in half. The sand-colored laminate blade of a large tabletop saw had made its fresh, horizontal cut into the chest of each of my students — stopping just short of the heart.
And here they thought they were just sitting down in their desks.
“It matters little where a man may be at this moment; the point is whether he is growing,” wrote 19th century author George MacDonald. Unfortunately, many in our culture have chosen to write with a different stylus.
Our culture hungers for resolution in its consumption. We want to display the trophy. We want to own the wardrobe. We want to write the status update that cements our identity. Too often we want our lives to sit neatly like a well-placed book on a well-dusted, scrupulously organized bookshelf. Continue reading