Transit Lounge: Week with Walter
I'm guest posting for my friend Kelley Nikondeha today! Kelley writes about faith, parenting, and books in a way that consistently makes me sit up straighter. She hosts #transitlounge, an online book club in the best and loosest sense. I'm thrilled that she invited me to her blog to discuss Walter Brueggemann's The Prophetic Imagination. If you're a writer, artist, leader, or person of faith, I would absolutely encourage you to read this book. There's still time to join in the discussion!
Sometimes, on those rare days when spiritual practice turns into spiritual presence, I sense that God is with me.
And on those even rarer occasions when we linger together, it’s in the meadow from Twilight.
Yeah. For real. Twilight.
Of course there’s a romantic meadow in Twilight. Who hasn’t imagined lying in a field of flowers with their Love, unhindered by the reality of uneven ground and biting insects. Who hasn’t dreamed up a beautiful place, secluded by towering pine trees, to shelter and reconnect with wonder. I understand why Stephenie Meyer wrote her characters into that idyllic scene. It’s laughably terrible, but I understand it.
What I didn’t understand for a long time is why God meets me there. I don’t have weird romantic vampire fantasies about Jesus, but we still end up in that meadow. It’s ridiculous.
It wasn’t always like this. My faith used to make a lot more sense.