Hi again.<\/p>\n
I’ve missed you all.<\/p>\n
This past week, thoughts of meeting again at this intersection between life and God have crossed my mind between writing deadlines, bedside conversations with dying patients and funeral planning. (Last week was full in so many rewarding ways, and also exhausting.) But the thought of returning to this intersection for a breath of fresh air seems a bit like that old, cozy chair in the den that you’re dying to curl up into. We had one of those growing up\u2014 “The Golden Chair,” we called it, and it was ugly.\u00a0 Big, padded arms with a hulk-like frame, all in 1970’s gold velour that over the years became worn and a bit ragged but was always comfortable and homey, something you could fall into.\u00a0 Our family had picked it up at a Salvation Army store during Dad’s graduate school days and it managed to hang around for years until one day, a move from California to New Mexico rendered it homeless and on the curb.<\/p>\n
The Salvation Army store where we bought The Golden Chair is also where we met Art. If I’m not mistaken, Art sold us The Golden Chair. Art was a gentle, world-weary soul recovering from some hard knocks in life, including some time on the street himself and some ongoing struggles with alcoholism.\u00a0 When The Golden Chair became part of the furniture of our living room, Art became a friend for that year of graduate school.\u00a0 But when Art mysteriously drifted away, quitting his job at The Salvation Army store and no longer returning our calls, The Golden Chair stayed.\u00a0 I still wonder about Art on occasion and hope he’s okay.\u00a0 The Golden Chair, in contrast, ruled our living room for more than a quarter century, surviving a cross-country trip, coffee spills, the grubby hands of children, and the interior decorating tips of my mother’s friends.\u00a0 It’s possible one reason we kept it for so long was that it was a way to remember Art and hope he was okay.<\/p>\n
We also kept that chair because it was just the remedy for tired limbs.\u00a0 No other chair would do for come-as-you-are bodies, be they sweaty from a workout or exhausted from a work day or dying to put their feet up.<\/p>\n
This past week, in the absence of a Golden Chair, I’ve taken occasional solace in knowing this intersection is here, and that even when I can’t be here, you may show up\u2014restless souls pausing to find a break in the endless rush of many commitments and distractions all competing for your attention.\u00a0 Thanks for stopping by.\u00a0 I hope you can be as you are here, not as you think you should be, and that even if and when circumstances may conspire to keep you away for a time– as they did me this past week– you can find rest here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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