Post #4.8, Thursday, January 16, 2020

Historical Setting, 562 C.E. Gaul

         This great rock was surely delivered to the edge of River Liger in a time before days were counted on human fingers. Maybe it was smoothed to be a safe nest for ancient creatures and a high ground for the furry cub caught in a raging river current. Was this the last safe outpost for the elk fleeing the great flood after missing the fragile cut of life onto the ark? It is a rock people hardly would notice but so many of Creation come here often to meet with God. I come to this rock for that solace.

         When I farmed these fields years back my prayers were thanksgivings for my gentle wife who loved the yellow flowers the color of her hair; and there was so much thanks giving for our family of five children. But here I am in this new life and my prayers are yet thanksgivings, now for family that is. How I wish I could live in the midst of them always.

         Dear God, may I be useful in your work and may I be a loving father to this son and this daughter who have knitted their own ways into adults. And may I be useful to these beautiful grandchildren you’ve lent me. Thank you for this reunion, though I know it must be brief. Guide my choices.  Amen.

         The river flows strong and turbulent in a tandem of eternity in earthy rub against this immovable rock. It is current with current mingling as river, one force of water rolls a deep sunken log, another channels toppings of ice floe all as one river pouring these remembrances of the lands unto the sea. I come to this place for the energy of Spirit of God moving among us gathering our spiritual treasures, our creative works, our hopes to promises, our loves in currents, mingling them as one river without mortal boundaries separating shared spirit into individual possession.

         “Your grandfather sends his love.” The grandchild is beloved. Why must I think I am the only grandfather? Is it not the love that is the thing I wish for them?

         Dear God, in the oneness of Spirit let me see from the great view that I am not alone but part of the many and we are loved. Thank you. So be it.

(Story continues Tuesday, January 21)

Published by J.K. Marlin

Retired church playwright learning new art forms-- fiction writing, in historical context and now blogging these stories. The Lazarus Pages have a recurring character -- best friend of Jesus -- repeatedly waking to life in various periods of church history and spirituality.

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