So, where does the magic of life go? What sneaks into our days that zaps the mystery the wonder, the awe. The dreams of a child is replace with the worry of an adult, the playful love of teenagers become the nagging of a spouse, the grace of God’s embrace becomes the law of religion. How do we as practiceners of the Faith help to keep faith living, swirling, moving, mystical. We long to find our ourselves caught in a adventure, a mission, a story that has evil yet good, despair yet hope, failure yet victory, a place that I can see myself in my worst and myself as I was created to be, and the bridge of hope to join the two worlds. How do we spin stories that invite, that engage the imagination, that makes us see something beautiful and long for that day to come near?
May I as a co-reader protect my heart, my mind, and my soul as I interact with this story, never letting the mystery become boredom, the adventure become proofs, the beauty become law.
May we as teachers protect the hearts we care for, the minds we help shape, and the souls we fight for.
May the story live? May the words of Scripture be as a movie screen before our eyes, vivid with color and movement.
