During the chat at peopl, someone asked what job I would like if I wasnt a writer, and I wish I could reprint it here. But as I also said during the chat, I am a completely hilariously incompetent humanoid when it comes to technology, so I cant do that. But I can try to answer it again. I semi-sort-of remember what I said. Id like to sit out in the very quiet courtyard at St. Andrew Presbyterian, with a bowl of cherries, and a bowl of M&Ms as communion elements, and talk to people one at a time. Id teach people what we tell our Sunday School kids, that they are loved and chosen, AS IS. My grandson says things like, Theres another boy in with class with beautiful brown skin, like me. And hes four. If women confided that they dont swim even when its very hot because they have tummy roll or jiggly thighs, I would show them mine, and wed go off to swim together in our terrible underwear together, even if it was just in a little kids inflatable pool in the projects across the street. If people were grieving, I would sit with them while they cried, and I would not say a single word, like Time heals all, or This too shall pass. I would practice having the elegance of spirit to let them cry, and feel like shit, for as long a they need to, because tears are the way home--baptism, hydration--and I would let our shoulders touch, and every so often Id point out something beautiful in the sky--a bird, clouds, the hint of a moon. Then wed share some cherries and/or M&Ms, and go find a little kid who would let us swim in his or her inflatable pool. Id tell the sad person, Come back next week, Ill be here--and you dont have to feel ONE speck better. Its a come-as-you-are meeting, like with God, who says, You just show up, my honey. If people want to know the secret of writing and art, I would say, Write badly. Thats what we all do. Just do it. No one cares if you write or paint or dance, so YOUd better. Nevr give up. read more poetry. Then find someone who will edit your work for you, like a friend or associate who needs someone to edit his or her work; or a teacher; or someone you pay, if you can. Without this, you are doomed. No one can help you if you dont have a tough and respectful reader. Not even Jesus can help you. But you are still loved and chosen. Here, have some cherries. I would also be available in the courtyard to register voters. This is what we re going to do when were very old and the ice caps are like Slurpees: we are going to stick together, huddle together for warmth, register voters, and share our cherries and chocolate. I promise, this will be enough--always has been, always will be. Also, I would subtly be trying to suck people into coming to St. Andrew on Sunday to worship with us. (services at 11:00.). You will end up feeling TOO loved, and maybe a little overly chosen. Its incredibly sweet. I would tell people that no matter how awful their thoughts and behavior, God HAS to love them--thats His job. And I am Exhibit A--God has to love me, and this is not my fault. I didnt trick Him or Her, or hide the grossest stuff. God just loves; period. Go figure. Its a great system. My pastor Veronica says that when you want God to enter your life, you dont invite Her to have tea in your living room, which youve completely cleaned for the occasion. You have to invite her all the way in, and let her see the closets, as is, AND--this is the bad news--you have to show her the Bad Drawer. The one in the kitchen, or in your bedside table--you know the one I mean, the one filled with thumbtacks and patches for inner tubes, and the broken dog collar, litter and stuff you couldnt give away--the dump would barely take it--that proves how insane. You have to pull it all the way open, and say, This is part of the package... There wont be anything there god doesnt see every day. God, will say, Dude. Thanks for showing me. Lets get to work. Hey--are the any of those cherries left? This to me would be a perfect job, sitting with God and you, at the safest place on the earth for me, being real, together, shoulders touching, looking up at the sky from time to time.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 15:27:30 +0000
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