file under: summer, donna
I'm such a spiritual goofball, and here are but two evidences:
1) My prayer life is dominated by a Donna Summer song. Every time I get away by myself, my first simple prayer is "I need You," at which moment, the disco epic by Summer floods my mind: "Oh I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you right now..." (I'll link to it if I can find it online).
2) My son is in a terrific phase of imagination. "I'm Lightning McQueen, you're Sally" (from the movie Cars) and we start vrooming. "I'm the man with the Yellow Hat, you're Curious George" and whoever gets the monkey can't use words. We play animals, we play superheroes, we go to the library and the zoo and the grocery store in our living room. So after he saw a special during Christmas about Jesus, I shouldn't have been surprised when he said to me, "You're Jesus." I get pretty dramatic when I'm swinging from buildings like Spiderman, so I was really disappointed in myself when I responded to this comment by saying, in a stilted, stiff voice, "I love you." Dude! How dull! We both blinked at each other, and then I snapped out of it, gave him a big hug, and said, "I love you and will protect you!" A little better, but I think we'll have to work on playing Jesus.
1) My prayer life is dominated by a Donna Summer song. Every time I get away by myself, my first simple prayer is "I need You," at which moment, the disco epic by Summer floods my mind: "Oh I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you right now..." (I'll link to it if I can find it online).
2) My son is in a terrific phase of imagination. "I'm Lightning McQueen, you're Sally" (from the movie Cars) and we start vrooming. "I'm the man with the Yellow Hat, you're Curious George" and whoever gets the monkey can't use words. We play animals, we play superheroes, we go to the library and the zoo and the grocery store in our living room. So after he saw a special during Christmas about Jesus, I shouldn't have been surprised when he said to me, "You're Jesus." I get pretty dramatic when I'm swinging from buildings like Spiderman, so I was really disappointed in myself when I responded to this comment by saying, in a stilted, stiff voice, "I love you." Dude! How dull! We both blinked at each other, and then I snapped out of it, gave him a big hug, and said, "I love you and will protect you!" A little better, but I think we'll have to work on playing Jesus.
posted by gala @ 10:35 AM
3 Comments:
Loved your story of playing Jesus, Gala. I mean, I can relate to the disappointment with self for having (at times) a flat picture of Jesus, so it was a nice reminder to think of Him more vividly, with greater imagination.
And it was just a funny story, well told. (Part of that might be that I CAN vividly picture you and Ez playing Curious George and Cars!) :)
Gala, I meant to leave a comment the first time I read your wonderful words here, and now it's my third time to go back and enjoy not just your son's terrific phase of imagination, and I just wanted to say thanks... my heart is just that much better now.
Thanks, guys... I'll try to give you the audio component soon :)
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