I have a friend that I talked to almost every week. I do not think there is a reason to call, I just do. If I forget, he often picks up his mobile and checks in. I come to value the calls for a very selfish reason. At some point in every call I found myself laughing. It is a good laughter, one you find in a story that is big enough to let you in on the wonder of it all.
The most amazing things happen in his life. Disasters, strange events, and puzzles are the norm! I have let go of any reason to not believe. I have been present in some of them. I have talked to others that have found themselves in the wonder. It is as if we are all characters in a Tim Burton movie called Big Fish II. Even as I think of the last story, I find myself smiling. The facts are mundane, but when I listened I found myself imaging the scene, the crazy idiocy of the situation, and the emotions before, during, and after by everyone that the story touched.
Big stories are often unbelievable. I do not know if is a jealous thing where one cannot believe because one cannot imagine her/himself telling such a tale. It could be. On the other hand, maybe the reason is starting at us. Did we see what happened today? Were we so busy getting whatever needed to be done, done, that we forgot to smell the flower, notice the oddities, and revel in the moment at hand?
A writer described a big scene in words that pull my imagination; “All her dresses and robes are woven with gold. She is led to the king, followed by her virgin companions.” (Psalm 45.14) Even as the words flow my mind runs ahead, wondering. In the rush to next I have forgotten the simple wonder of the present.
“I am glad you called. I needed a break!”
“Do I dare ask what you are doing?”
Everyone is part of this story.
