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The God of all the universe
bigger than eternity
reduced Himself
humbled Himself
smaller than one galaxy
smaller than one planet
smaller than a city
smaller than the greatest man
to a tiny fragile body
in a feeding trough
in a stable
for us.
through ultimate humility
the ultimate gift
(9/12/99)
I have a container
to keep things I collect
sometimes randomly
often deliberately
and at times
someone else puts things there
and I have to decide whether to keep them
or reach in
and throw them away
I have a container
which seems to never run out of space
though sometimes it runs out of grace
for some of the things I put in it
damage it
and I get a little too protective
Still I seem to collect all sorts of things
from here and there
which always seem special amidst the moment
and some of them
get more wonderful with time
and the most precious things
are the ones that I want to share
so I look in, and reach out,
and place them elsewhere
it’s strange though
when I give things away
it never feels any emptier
the more wonderful things I get to put in my container
the more I want to open it up
the more I want to let other people into it as well
to add their own colour, their own experiences
and they leave behind some special things especially for me
and I will happily carry them
for life
it’s at once so real
and such a mystery
at once so whole
yet at times broken
this container
shaped like a heart
open
(c) Kent Langdon 2003
I love story. I don’t mean I love a good story, I mean I love story:
Story is when we have something to say. Story is what, and who, and why we are. Story is what happens in and around the facts. Because of, or despite the facts. Story is the harmony that comes when we take the notes of our day-to-day and let them dance with the ups and downs of this real life.
I just read a little of the story of an old mate and his, er, new mate… and just thought to myself – this is so great… I love story! This story was a story of love, yes. But in the end, it’s just the beginning of a story of love. His story. Hers. But isn’t it great when you hear about someone – I mean, really hear about them?! Not just facts or circumstances – but their passions, the things which affect them; that matter (good or bad)!
My point though, is not their story, but yours. You need to live it. And you need to tell it - share it with others. Take a chance… risk revealing something of yourself someone else, and you’ll both be better of for it. Take some time to think back, and look forward… and keep reading, and writing that story…
I’m not talking about blogs or Facebook. Well, not just that. I’m talking about coffee shops and bbq’s and that person you’ve been meaning to hook up with for ages…
Take a chance on them. They’ll love you for it. And they might just love you!
I’ve got a little time on my hands, and I’ve been reading back a few years… I came across a mysterious poem which could mean a few things – but I think it’s mostly about the tension of goodbye, the hope of provision, and the mystery of love. And I couldn’t be more vague, could I?
Let me know what you think.
