It would be grossly unfair for me to call this last few weeks a hard eucharisteo.
So, forgive me; I teach middle school and I have teenage girls, so let's chalk it up to the company I keep.
(Or my natural propensity for drama...that could be it. Maybe.)
In the real, no-kidding hard eucharisteo moments, when the pain is breathtaking, it's almost as if I'm searching for gifts under a microscope. I'm desperate for hope, desperate for Jesus to heal--
and the small becomes Divine.
Then there are days (like today)
when busy and tired and discouraged are duking it out for Adjective of the Day,
and my brain is like so much mashed potato,
and I can't see any gifts because I'm not looking.
Those days I'm looking for a little drama.
The warm bowl of oatmeal with toasted almonds and cranberries doesn't have enough pizazz
(and besides, haven't I written that down already?)
In John's gospel, there are lots of folks looking for a little more action.
Water to wine? Yesterday's news.
Bread for thousands? Yeah...but what have You done for us lately?
So Jesus calls their bluff.
How about what you really
How about Living Water, Bread of Life, New Wine?
The Lord tells His people,
"Be still and know that I am God."
(and...we stop there because that's all that fits on a coffee mug or a wall plague.)
we I miss the last part:
"I will be exalted among the nations; I will be exalted on the earth."
That should be enough drama for anybody.
So my list of gifts grows by (a very, very, super-exciting, uber-important) one:
244. His Name is exalted in all the earth.
Three Word Wednesday