I'm reading a book right now by Anne Lamott entitled Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith. The book is a memoir, but it's also helpful to think of it like a book of sermon illustrations. In each chapter (which are very short), Anne shares from her life and then reflects on that experience in such a way as to provide insight into who God is and what He desires of her. The remarkable thing about this book is that her experiences are so diverse. She's experienced, abortion, heart break, redemption, hope, devastation, loss, single parenthood, abuse, travel, and that's only in the first half. It's also remarkable because it's written so authentically. Often, these 'connections' to God from personal experience leave me thinking, "I think you're trying just a little bit too hard." When Anne writes, I feel that she is actually in the moment experiencing an encounter with people but simultaneously experiencing an encounter with God. It's not that she has a good story to tell, and then racks her brain trying to come up with a way to have that experience say something about God. Rather, the center of her reality has shifted in such a way that every encounter is an opportunity to see God reveal who He is. And, as I was thinking about this, I was thinking I would love to experience reality in such a way.
Here is my first attempt to do so as I'm thinking about today: Thanks be to God that I had a perfect reunion with a cousin that I have had little interaction with in the past eight years. Thanks be to God that my brothers and I were able to stand side by side in a portrait studio, accidentally wearing the same color pallet, and somehow have our style and posture be a reflection of where we all currently stand in life. Thanks be to God that I am still healing from a broken relationship with a father, but that my community of faith lifts me up. Thanks be to God for laughter, and luke warm food, and reminiscing about movies, and building new friendships, and talking too much, and emails, and silliness, and discovering the need to mature, and saying good bye. I'm no Anne Lamott and I doubt that I would be able to reflect on my life with as much poetry as she is able, but these moments are sacraments. They are moments where ordinary elements are made extraordinary because of how God is working and I hope that soon I will be able to recognize these moments as sacraments, not just in retrospect, but as they occur. Each day is bursting forth with God's revelation of the sacramental nature of reality and I don't want to miss it. I want to slow down, breathe deep, and jump in so as to experience a different view of reality that in actuality is the only REAL reality that exists.