For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 1 Cor 13:12
"You gotta strange look on your face. What are ya' thinkin' about?", asked Dawn to her silent lunch companion, who couldn't stop squinting at the scattered clouds above. Joel took a final greedy bite of his cheap Tesco sandwich to buy him some replying time. He'd just been caught recalling the fading revelations of last night's dream.
Could he actually describe the sensation of walking on a cliff that had coarse grass made with the tangled words of his own hidden thoughts? Was it really worth chatting about a distant river made of a million singing people running towards a gigantically immense mountain? While Joel played back the vivid, out of body sky-walk that ended his vision, an abrupt gulp signaled him to returned to his own skin. His hesitation time was officially over.
"Well, I reckon' I was just thinking that I've never really liked mustard with my smoked pig", said Joel with a little burp for effect.
"Disgusting. I am never having lunch with you again." He had forgotten that Dawn was vegetarian. Joel's rudeness had once again disguised a part of himself that he really wanted to share: the quiet belief that he could see things a bit beyond the reality box.
The faint drips of summer rain convinced them to head back to their jobs a little early. As they walked through the shady garden, Joel's eyes scanned the tilted grave stones surrounding them. This was an old burial ground for dissenters of the Queen's Church. Now lunchtime Londoners relaxed here with bad sandwich's and impolite jokes. While passing the dead beds of Blake and Bunyan, Joel wondered if he would ever be remembered like them. Even though they weren't exactly household names anymore.
The increasing rain and an oncoming bus forced Joel to quickly depart from his friend with nothing more than a head-nod good-bye. He ran across the street to catch the 21 bus, enjoying the way the bright yellow numbers matched his current age. It seemed like cheap destiny. He sat down in a dry back seat. When the bus passed by his walking wet friend, he began to regret not sharing his dream with her.
Joel della Valle would never get to apologise for the stupid joke either...
The End?...
Could he actually describe the sensation of walking on a cliff that had coarse grass made with the tangled words of his own hidden thoughts? Was it really worth chatting about a distant river made of a million singing people running towards a gigantically immense mountain? While Joel played back the vivid, out of body sky-walk that ended his vision, an abrupt gulp signaled him to returned to his own skin. His hesitation time was officially over.
"Well, I reckon' I was just thinking that I've never really liked mustard with my smoked pig", said Joel with a little burp for effect.
"Disgusting. I am never having lunch with you again." He had forgotten that Dawn was vegetarian. Joel's rudeness had once again disguised a part of himself that he really wanted to share: the quiet belief that he could see things a bit beyond the reality box.
The faint drips of summer rain convinced them to head back to their jobs a little early. As they walked through the shady garden, Joel's eyes scanned the tilted grave stones surrounding them. This was an old burial ground for dissenters of the Queen's Church. Now lunchtime Londoners relaxed here with bad sandwich's and impolite jokes. While passing the dead beds of Blake and Bunyan, Joel wondered if he would ever be remembered like them. Even though they weren't exactly household names anymore.
The increasing rain and an oncoming bus forced Joel to quickly depart from his friend with nothing more than a head-nod good-bye. He ran across the street to catch the 21 bus, enjoying the way the bright yellow numbers matched his current age. It seemed like cheap destiny. He sat down in a dry back seat. When the bus passed by his walking wet friend, he began to regret not sharing his dream with her.
Joel della Valle would never get to apologise for the stupid joke either...
The End?...
PS: If you enjoyed our Monday Morning Story you might also like the new theme at Freedomhouse this summer: Eternally Focused. We'll be exploring the eternal things that never change no matter what, even in a world that never stops. This Sunday is about Living Vision. Come and see for yourself what it's all about...
Thanks,
Brandon and Pamela
www.freedomhouse.org.uk
Thanks,
Brandon and Pamela
www.freedomhouse.org.uk
