I was driving home from work today thinking about, well, a lot of things. I drive a lot and therefore have time to think a lot. About this and that. And sometimes the other. In the midst of all this thinking, my mind jumped over to thinking about The Mystery Man. And as I said in this blog post of many, many months ago, I said a little prayer for him. That he is well and happy and I thanked God for having met him that day. Whoever he is. Be well Mystery Man. I'll never forget you.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Ruminations of God and Band-Aids
Every day for well over a year now, when I am walking to and from the lower parking lot at my office, I’ve seen a Band-Aid stuck to the sidewalk. I’m not sure who lost it or why they didn’t realize it and stop to pick it up, but it’s been there so long that I can’t truly remember how long I’ve been seeing it.
At first, I thought I’d get a paper towel or some latex gloves (I work in a medical facility, so that’s not a hard thing to do) and pick it up and dispose of it, but I never did. Then I thought eventually the rain would wash it away, but no such luck. And then I thought, surely someone else will see this every day and decide to pick it up and dispose of it. But I guess they all felt like I did and at some point, you really don’t want to touch something like that. Who knows how many feet – both human and the stray cat I see around that area – have walked over it. Birds, squirrels even.
Now, that Band-Aid is looking pretty rough. It’s a little mangled. A lot dirty. It’s been used, abused and thrown away. And we all walk over it – or in my case, around it – every day and for the most part, probably don’t give it a passing thought. But I look at it every day. Every day, twice a day. I’m not sure why, but I’ve been thinking about it and how it sticks. It sticks and no matter what is thrown at it, it’s there day after day.
I’ve also thought a lot about what I could say about this Band-Aid since it seems to fascinate me so much and walking into the office today I realized that Band-Aid is a lot like God and His love for us. It sticks. It may be used, battered, beaten, and abused by us, but it sticks. We may walk over it or around it. The rain may come and try to wash it away, but nothing can get rid of it. Even if someone picks it up and throws it away, the stickiness is still there – whether it’s God’s love for us or that gnarly old Band-Aid. The sticky stays.
So to anyone reading this out there in cyberspace – whether you are a believer or not – I hope that the sticky stays for you. God loves you and believes in you even if you don’t reciprocate and I sure am glad about that.
At first, I thought I’d get a paper towel or some latex gloves (I work in a medical facility, so that’s not a hard thing to do) and pick it up and dispose of it, but I never did. Then I thought eventually the rain would wash it away, but no such luck. And then I thought, surely someone else will see this every day and decide to pick it up and dispose of it. But I guess they all felt like I did and at some point, you really don’t want to touch something like that. Who knows how many feet – both human and the stray cat I see around that area – have walked over it. Birds, squirrels even.
Now, that Band-Aid is looking pretty rough. It’s a little mangled. A lot dirty. It’s been used, abused and thrown away. And we all walk over it – or in my case, around it – every day and for the most part, probably don’t give it a passing thought. But I look at it every day. Every day, twice a day. I’m not sure why, but I’ve been thinking about it and how it sticks. It sticks and no matter what is thrown at it, it’s there day after day.
I’ve also thought a lot about what I could say about this Band-Aid since it seems to fascinate me so much and walking into the office today I realized that Band-Aid is a lot like God and His love for us. It sticks. It may be used, battered, beaten, and abused by us, but it sticks. We may walk over it or around it. The rain may come and try to wash it away, but nothing can get rid of it. Even if someone picks it up and throws it away, the stickiness is still there – whether it’s God’s love for us or that gnarly old Band-Aid. The sticky stays.
So to anyone reading this out there in cyberspace – whether you are a believer or not – I hope that the sticky stays for you. God loves you and believes in you even if you don’t reciprocate and I sure am glad about that.
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