Merry Christmas and Happy Never-ending Year!

A few nights ago, SIP and I sat on the couch and he read Lego Star Wars, The Yoda Chronicles, to me.  SIP read the line from ever cynical C-3PO, "And just how do you plan on getting halfway across the galaxy in a bus?"  SIP, confusing the word "galaxy" with "universe," replied, "What?!  That's impossible!"  I asked, "What's impossible?"  He said, "The universe goes on forever...so there is no such thing as a half-way point." 

After my head stopped reeling from the savant-like comment more sophisticated than most grown-ups could ponder, I said, "How true."

Since then, I've gone over the words in my mind and savored them like fine wine.  They remind me of a time when a friend of mine turned fifty.  I wished her a happy birthday and gave her a big hug but she didn't seem at all to share in my excitement for her.  "What's wrong?"  I asked.  "I'm depressed," she replied.  "Oh," I said knowingly, "Feeling like just another year has passed?"  "Not just another year," she said, "THE year.  The point I know for sure that half my life has passed and if I'm lucky, I only have half of it left, but most likely, not even that long.  Considering how quickly this fifty years went by, it scares me how little time I have left here."

It was a somber truth, and at the time, I had little to say to comfort her; that is, until my six year old said the most profound thing I'd ever heard while reading a comic book.  There is no half-way point.  For those of us who live in Christ, there is NO half-way point.  In just a couple of days, we'll celebrate the inception of that truth, the birth of Jesus, who came to broaden our galaxy into a universe so large and vast that we will never know the end of it.   

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him, will not perish, but have everlasting life.  -John 3:16

Merry Christmas and Happy Never-ending Year! 

 

 

 

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A Life's Work, All in a Day's Time

I did it.  I wrote the great American novel.  For years, this story seeped out of me like toxins from my pores. In two, ten, and thirty page increments, an honest, daring and poignant adventure emerged.  It's a story we all share, the family saga just crazy enough to be true, the romance that never could be, but then it happened, and the hill that couldn't be taken, finally fell just after the fighting ceased.  This is a story about our collective journey alongside our individual battles, and how they intersect at the crossroads called, Emerson's Place.

After countless nights and early mornings typing away in the studio, one day in late November, the final proof arrived in the mail.  Eager to show SIP, my six year old son, what I had accomplished, I sliced the box open with a dull pair of scissors and pulled the book out.  I held it up to him and flipped through the many pages.  "You see," I said, "This is what I've been working so hard on all this time."  SIP's eyes opened wide in appreciation and he said, "Wow Mom!  That must have taken you like, ten hours to make!"

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Future Leader of America

It was a big night for me.  I love Night Rider, Magnum P.I., Star Trek and Judge Judy.  When people ask me if I watch one of the thousand NCI don't give a damns... I just shiver and remember a time when a show could scare me to death without blood, guts and strippers.  Among my many loves of fiction, romance, and great story telling is Doctor Who, the classic Sci-Fi drama that has stood the test of time for decades; a story about a great cosmic alien being who saves the universe time and again from complete destruction, struggles with the human weakness of love, devotion and commitment, the temptation to judge and act on revenge combined with the curse of knowing the future outcome of every decision he makes...the butterfly effect on steroids magnified a billion times...yeah, try to accomplish that nighttime drama hacks...

Anyway, thanks to SIP'S awesome buddy on Tybee Island who had a birthday party tonight with the Doctor Who theme, SIP was open to watching the show.  So, after the party, we caught our favorite booth at Jalapenos for some cheese dip and good ole' neighborhood fun, went home, turned on the electric fire (a story for another blog) and queued up season one, 2005 on Netflix.  For those of you following me, this was Rose's debut...I know, she is fabulous.  This was the episode with the mannequins who attack London.  The plastic evil. 

SIP was immediately captivated, reassuring me that he is actually my child.  When he realized the "plastic" was a malicious alien being set to destroy earth, he said, "If that plastic came after me, I would shoot it, stab it, cut its head off and kick it in the FACE!  Then, do some research to find out what went wrong."