Spontaneous

Even as the days pass there are events and reminders being young, very young.  As I waited at the airport I found myself watching a caricature of myself at the age of eight.  We were waiting for Carli to emerge from the baggage hall and customers at Heathrow’s Terminal 3.  The automatic doors give way to a long walk with eagerly waiting friends, family and relatives.  We positioned ourselves at the end of the wait with a straight on view on the people as they emerged and began their search with their eyes.  Occasionally the wait would be too much; someone would break free from the waiting crowd and run towards the one he or she loved.  A testament to English civility was the respect and space people gave on those occasions.  For the most part everything was contained and almost staged with restraint, until “the” grandparents arrived.
 
I should have known something was going to happen.  The leading indicator was the way their eyes pleadingly scanned the crowd as they emerged from the doors.  For a brief moment nothing happened.  I found myself following their eyes, looking for those waiting, wondering if they were as eager as the elderly couple were.  I shouldn’t have wondered.  With a scream and a break from the crowd two kids bounced and skipped their way to their grandfather.  The sheer adoration and loved was overwhelming!  The boy got their first, grapping his leg, unwilling to let go.  His sister wasn’t far behind, hugging both brother and grandfather for all she was worth.  As he return the hug you could hear him whisper a reminder about grandmother just behind.  Their innocent eyes told a story of equal love.  With a burst of equal force she was equally overwhelmed.  As they unwrapped themselves and walked on; the girl holding her grandmother’s hand, the boy proudly leading the group to his waiting parents.
 
When someone told Mary Jesus was looking for her, “she jumped up and ran out to him.”  (John 11.29)  FYI, God is here, looking for you and me today.