In response to the atheist

"They" talk about this line of thinking in that atheist site...but it still makes you wonder, doesn't it? Heard this one on Christian radio, and I just had to remember the cross. Thank you, Nichole, for making your lyrics available on your website to members.

What If (Nichole Nordeman)
For a friend who thinks this Jesus stuff is nuts.

What if you’re right?
And he was just another nice guy
What if you’re right?
What if it’s true?
They say the cross will only make a fool of you
And what if it’s true?

What if he takes his place in history
With all the prophets and the kings
Who taught us love and came in peace
But then the story ends
What then?

But what if you’re wrong?
What if there’s more?
What if there’s hope you never dreamed of hoping for?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?

What if you dig
Way down deeper than your simple-minded friends
What if you dig?
What if you find
A thousand more unanswered questions down inside
That’s all you find?

What if you pick apart the logic
And begin to poke the holes
What if the crown of thorns is no more
Than folklore that must be told and retold?

You’ve been running as fast as you can
You’ve been looking for a place you can land for so long
But what if you’re wrong?
©2005 Birdwing Music / Birdboy Songs (ASCAP), admin. by EMI CMG Publishing

Sharing some U2

Tonya posted this link over a week ago. I had to carry it over here for those that don't travel on my sidebar. If you're into Bono, the Edge and Eugene Peterson...check this out. Great interview.

Anticipation

Because the week started off with President's Day and Tuesday was a staff planning day in my daughter's school district, she spent two days and nights with my mom. What a lovely gift to have a little peace in our home, but I missed her terribly.

On Tuesday after work, baby boy and I waited for my husband to bring big sister home from grandma's house. When she arrived, she buzzed the security intercom of the apartment to be let in, and my little 13 month old and I waited patiently at the door of our apartment in anticipation of her return. This little boy was so patient, and stood very quietly watching the door to the stairs very carefully for what seemed like 2-3 minutes...in great anticipation of someone coming up the stairs. I would say "Who's coming to see us? Who could it be?" He looked at me with such wonder, such curiosity.

It was when she arrived through that door, and he burst into disappointed tears that I realized he wasn't waiting so patiently for her...but he was in great hopes that Grandma was going to appear and bring his sister home. He wasn't so excited to see his sister, but was really looking forward to seeing the one who always makes him smile, gives him big enthusiastic hugs, and feeds him yummy treats. You see, so many times when Grandma has come to visit in the past, she would buzz the intercom, and we would wait for her at the door to come up those same steps. I would say "Who's coming to see us? Who could it be?"

Eventually he got over it, and the two of them played well that evening. Sometimes it's nice to be wanted.

I shared the story with my mom tonight on the phone, and she laughed and wished she could have been there to see his face at that moment. Oh, the never ending wonder of my children's thoughts. It's amazing that he understands so much at this age.

Old photos

Gloria had a sweet post last week, and I just had to bring this one out. My brother found this picture in a box, and had scanned in some photos from childhood about two years ago. I thought I had lost most of my baby pictures, because Dad loved to get his photos printed into slides (as that was the way to go in the seventies.) So, we found a few, that are just too good to miss.

I'm the tall one. Yup, first born. Mom made all our clothes. Gotta love it.