1/27/04

There are a few moments in life when you feel that anything could happen. I experienced one of those tonight while driving home from church. It was raining (a rarity in itself), Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah" was on the CD player, and the streets were mostly deserted. As I crested the hill on Wardlow, between Los Al and Studebaker, it felt--for just a moment--as if I had clarity on all that is, all that was, and all that will be; anything seemed possible. At that moment I would not have been surprised to see the rain clouds part and Christ return to earth; or, to witness a tree rise up with its roots, Ent-like, and stroll across the pavement. Anything seemed possible. There was still something broken, yet beautifully so, about the whole thing. I felt I was known completely and it was okay. It was a heightened awareness of God's presence; a sense of deep and abiding peace...I want more moments like that.