To Amber (you know, Valentines day and what-not)

“He made known to us the mystery of His will, according to His kind intention which He purposed in Him with a view to an administration suitable to the fullness of the times, that is, the summing up of all things in Christ, things in the heavens and things on the earth.”

Ephesians 1:9-10 (feel free to read aloud)

Nuclear winter only lasts for a season.  After we watched the meltdown, we tried on lead sweaters hoping that they would shield us from each others' radiation.  But no matter how much you layer, skin must be left exposed.  People need to breathe.

I left for Mozambique to find clean air.  There was a boy there like the one Samuel Gray sketched in charcoal.  He spoke to me, said “you can wipe a canvas clean if you rub hard enough, but you’ll lose the life in the eyes.”  Then he smiled, picked up his soccer ball from the weeds and ran back to the goal slung with bed nets.

I stood on the hill and watched him.  He kicked the ball time and again into that net, the one some missionary gave him so he wouldn’t die of malaria.  Following the leader, I shed my lead sweater (boy was it heavy) and stood as tall as the Portuguese pines that lined the village.

Epiphany promised that You’d do a miracle. That day, on that Holy Hill, I knew You’d unspin her sweater too.  Knew You'd sum us up proper.