I've seen how new life does something to people...it ultramagnetically draws people I didn't know existed from corners of the earth I didn't know existed, people who somehow ain't really interested in my existence either. They come and they gawk, marvel, embrace the newness of my son. He is quiet (in initial months), uninterested and got that look that exudes that uncomfortably piercing question: why did you really bring me here Dad? >> yet his radiance is so powerful. He speaks no words, neither possesses a reputation of greatness that speaks for him but still....he pulls, some kinda centripetal force. A force that politicians, entertainers, pastors and astronauts seek to master, hoping some day to regain it. This is a curious thing.
I'm enjoying it. I'm grateful for his presence which seems like a great gift. He is ours, yet he isn't. He belongs to the furnace that forged him...the Great Furnace where forms, figures and spirits are hashed out. Where you and I are known and so we are. He belongs to his Creator and yet somehow to his co-creators. I espouse the Afrikan philosophy that says "I am because we are" or "I am because I belong". This great network called humanity that reaches far beyond the bounds of time, place and sky. We are connected, should you accept it or not. I hope that I can be a good connector....whatever piece I am, hoping I can live in fullness so that those for whom I'm vital can also live their fullness. Especially for him....
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