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First NightSaturday, January 1, 2011
Luke 2:20 Last night we went to what remains of First Night, Austin's outdoor and public New Year's Eve. The weather brings people outside in Austin. It was 70 degrees yesterday, and the air breathed in like spring nectar. Music and laughter and parties and fireworks, a great rush of happiness to begin the new year. But I heard a woman talking on her cell phone as she passed by. "I have to lead a very selfish life," I heard. She might been talking to one of her grown-up kids, or a friend. She felt free, at that moment at least, to say what she thought she needed to say. Einstein and lots of people like him are always thinking below the surface and outside the box. Often hard to communicate from that quirky place, even when we seem to have the same language. I think about the shepherds and their story of the baby in the stable. Their story of the angels in the sky. It might have been a little hard to believe them, if I spent the night in a warm bed and didn't hear a thing. All the more reason, I guess, to start the year wearing a bunch of Einstein's on my chest and singing and laughing and praising God. Father, send the Spirit of your Son into my heart, so I can cry, "Abba, Father!" You have bought me out of slavery and made me a son, an heir. Give me a song this year to proclaim that truth one more time. (Galatians 4) |
Margaret found me a cool t-shirt the other day with nine faces of Albert Einstein sticking out his tongue in nine shades of blue, purple, red and green. I like it. I probably look older, like I'm trying to look young, but I still like it.