In the Still Moments

I spent Sunday afternoon sitting in a forested lot, surrounded by tall silver maples and pine trees, listening to bagpipe music. I keep my eyes open for bagpipe concert opportunities because my mom loves bagpipes. When the drone kicks in, her eyes light up and a wide smile graces her face. (She graduated from Macalester College with a BA and a love of bagpipe music.) As I sat in my camp chair next to my mom I couldn’t help but look up as the sun dappled through the trees and the very tops of the trees seemed to sway with the music. It was perfect in every way.

Waters of Baptism

I was terrified of being in water when I was a kid. It took me years to pass beginner level swimming lessons, much to the frustration of my family. When I was little every swim lesson was a battle that involved high stakes negotiations trying to convince me that it was safe. There were bribes of ice cream if I could just participate in the lesson, but even that couldn’t pry my little fingers from the edge of the pool. And God bless my parents for dealing with the resulting panic that ensued if and when my face went under the surface for more than a second.

The Waiting Room

I checked in at the desk for my routine scan and looked around for a seat in the waiting room. There was only one other person in the waiting room, but she was something else. Larger than life with hot pink hair, a floral patterned silk bomber jacket, camo leggings, a jangle of bracelets, and silver sequined high tops. She looked like an anime drawing come to life. “Why,” I thought, “would anyone come to the radiologist dressed up like that?” Looking down at my own sensible black pants, plain shirt, and jewelry-less hands, I watched as she was called back to start her appointment.

It’s in the Air

Every couple of weeks I gladly go to my allergy clinic, roll up my sleeve, and get my allergy shot. I’ve been doing this for years and consider it a great gift that helps me function at my best. The shot takes approximately 2 seconds, barely enough time for me to read the whiteboard opposite the shot desk that lists the daily pollen counts. I’m not sure who that board is for, frankly, since most of us visiting the shot desk can tell you exactly what is in the air based on our itchy, sneezing, sniffling selves. But there it is, a list of what is in the air.

Wisdom’s Way

“The Lord created me at the beginning of his work, the first of his acts of long ago. Ages ago I was set up, at the first, before the beginning of the earth.” My trusty Lutheran Study Bible says that the translation of the first two verses of this section are not totally clear. Is wisdom (the “me” in these verses) part of the created or with the creator from the beginning? As Lutherans, my study Bible reminds me, we agree with…