Once upon a time a very wee girl lived with her mommy and daddy and her big brother. Christmas was just around the corner, so the daddy took his son and daughter Christmas shopping for their mommy. They went from store to store until they had all found the perfect gifts for her. Now the daddy gave his son and daughter strict instructions not to tell their mother what they had bought her for Christmas – the gifts were supposed to be a surprise, after all.
So when they got home the mommy with a mischievous twinkle in her eye asked her wee daughter, “Bethany*, what did you get me for Christmas?”
You must understand at this point that Bethany was a mostly obedient child. So she answered her mother not by telling her what the present was, but by saying, “I can’t tell you, but it doesn’t have a doggy on it!”
“BETHANY!!!” burst her brother, “You weren’t supposed to tell her!!!”
“But I didn’t tell her that it was a teapot with a kitty on it!”
*Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
Last night a group of us girls got together to pray and think about our God. One of the girls had an interesting idea: what if we wrote a story together. Each of us would write a sentence of the story, and at the end we would read it aloud. But there was a catch: none of us could see what the previous people had written. So here is our finished masterpiece:
Bob was on his way to the fair when his car broke down. Bob was eating corn flakes while combing his hair. Bob ate a cheeseburger at Wendy’s, and then he got a milkshake at McDonald’s. THEN a pterodactyl came and picked up Bob, flew 1,000 feet in the air when it dropped him, BUT Bob married Suzie and had 3 kids. Bob’s girlfriend broke up with him today. Bob loves cookies. He had his secret cookie jar hidden in the refrigerator. Bob likes preaching in front of many children every weekend. After eating a nutritious (and therefore tasteless) supper, Bob juggled knives and flamethrowers while standing in a pool of gasoline until bedtime. Then he went to sleep.
Ok, so besides the humor it provides (and the evidence that food seemed to be on the brain), you are probably wondering what this could possibly have to do with God or prayer. The girl who had the idea of the story in the first place explained it: the Christian Bible is written by about 45 people over a period of up to 2,000 years. Now, our story was random. It was written by 10(ish) people in about 10 minutes. But when you read and examine the Bible you find an incredible amount of thematic unity. The Bible never contradicts itself (like our story did when mentioning Bob’s wife and his girlfriend…awkward!) because even though 45 human authors were involved, they each were guided and directed by the same Author through the whole process. The Bible is God’s book. And it is incredible evidence to the fact that He never changes.
Yes, you did read the title correctly. And, yes, I do know that it is still October. But did you know that next month is National Novel Writing Month (affectionately referred to as NaNoWriMo by its participants)? NaNo is a challenge. The goal: to write a full-fledged novel (50,000 words) in a month. The numbers work out to almost 2,000 words a day! Incredible, I know. I’ve been aware of NaNo for a few years now, but I never joined in the fun because I thought it was just too insurmountable of an object. I mean, there’s no way I can write a novel in a month!! Is there? Which is why I find myself signed up for the project this year. I know I’m crazy. I’m way too busy for this! I’m a college student doing way too much already. But I just couldn’t keep myself from joining. Hopefully you, dear readers, can help me gear up for the end of life as I know it and keep going when I’m in the throes of busyness and want to give up. I’ll keep you updated.
And any story ideas would be such a blessing!! I’m drawing a complete blank at the moment ….
As a child my parents read me a story about a young bird who hatches when his mother is away. A confident young chick, he immediately sets out on his own to find her. He wanders here and there, hither and yon, asking every creature he meets, “Are you my mother?” The cow, kitten, dog and chicken all deny being his mother, the car, boat, and plane are not, and the tractor just scares him with its loud “Snort!” But happily the shovel drops him back in his own nest just in time to find his mother.
I too have a mother, believe it or not. Yes, world, even Sopranos have mothers. And my Mom is pretty awesome. I’d like to dedicate today’s post to her. Thanks, Mom, for always being there for me, for making awesome food, for doing laundry and housework. Thanks for taking care of me when I was sick and always loving me and encouraging me in my dreams. I love you.