I just found this blog post that I never posted...sometime this year around Whitney Houston's funeral. I can't really understand what I was trying to get at, but I put it out to my brilliant public nonetheless. xo,People. xo.
Dan is in the middle of his four day, 12 hour a day work week. Today is the one day I will have "off" for weeks. So, I am embracing it. I am by myself, which is really the way I like it (for a while).
Last night I watched "There Be Dragons" about the 1930s Spanish Civil War. That bit of history in that part of the world was as brutal as only civil wars can be. It is a story of two boys that were friends: raised in the same time, in the same town, that loved riding bikes. And then family values, relationships, and experiences; "seeds"; grew into the men finding themselves working out their own enmity towards themselves and one another on opposite sides of the dividing line. "Many seeds are planted in a child's heart, and you never know which one's will grow up..."
This morning I am watching Whitney Houston's Funeral. It was on CNN and Tyler Perry was speaking and I am kind of fascinated with him recently, so. And I am kind of blown away; in a few paragraphs he shared the Gospel in the context of her story. In some ways, these are my people: Christian, Baptist (with a capital B). (And yet maybe a little different: mostly Black, Famous (with a capital F)). It is fascinating to see my faith background, and some ways my family history, represented in such a public way.
So, these two storylines are dancing through my mind, weaving together. I know the doubts that shroud star-studded events and figures like Jesse Jackson. I'd rather not kick that sleeping giant, but just acknowledge that he is there. And that he is there in all of us: seeds that are growing, dragons that will be.