According to the dictionary, irony can be defined as "the incongruity between what actually happens and what might be expected to happen, especially when the disparity seems absurd or laughable." So, it seems ironic that ...
1. The physical, topographical characteristics of the moon are such that on nights when it is full, a face is seemingly displayed for all the world to see; someone, it seems is looking down on us from heaven, watching, etc. Or that ...
2. On the very day my daughter, Kate, turned 10 (yesterday), an entire area at St. Vincent's Hospital in Little Rock - the Journey Bereavement Center - was opened and ceremonously dedicated to assist families experienceing a miscarriage, giving birth to stillborn children or otherwise experiencing newborn death - as we did there in 1995. My wife, Linda, was not only instrumental in the establishment of the bereavement program offered at St. Vincent's, but in designing the rooms and in commmissioning the artwork that now hangs in the very same area in which we experienced our loss and grief. Or that ...
3. At the ceremony, a woman named Glenda told me of her experience in first discovering Linda's book, Mommy, Please Don't Cry. Several years ago, three teenage cheerleaders were killed in an automobile accident in our area and this women knew one of the families involved. Learning of me from her husband (who I had recently met) and consequently of my wife's book, Glenda asked the mother if she knew of or had received a copy. "Oh yes," the mother responded. "That book is a treasure to me." Determined, then, to see the book for herself, Glenda went to her church's library to see if, by chance, they had a copy. When she found it on the shelf, she looked inside and there, just inside the cover, was a most amazing thing ... a sticker stating that the book had been donated to the church's library by someone Glenda did not know and gifted to the library in honor of Glenda's mother, who's name was printed on the sticker. Glenda told me that she might never have had reason otherwise to discover such a gift. Or that ...
4. Just over seven years after I left Fellowship Bible Church in Little Rock to begin Mosaic, a local newspaper (generally regarded as liberal in political view and understanding) - the Arkansas Times - ran a cover story of Fellowship's newly dedicated land and facility development. And imbeded in their story, was a full-page story of another church in town by way of contrats - one that owns (at present) no land or buildings, but nonetheless is making a siginifcant difference in the community; that's right, Mosaic. It begins ...
"It was happy hour at Norm's, and no one ordered chardonnay. It was tequila shots and Budweiser. The handwritten sign on the wall offered something called a “Pantysnatcher” for $4. On the juke box, Steppenwolf cursed “The Pusher” for offering dreams but selling death. Gray-bearded men sipping beer at the tables, no doubt, first heard the song in 1968. Today, they seemed more interested in watching Brenda play pool. Norm's old-timers remembered when the neighborhood was good. They said their watering hole, just west of the intersection of University and Asher, was now an “oasis” among shops that deal in plasma, cash advances and exotic lingerie. After dark, things get worse.
Yet, Rita, whom one customer called “the sweetest bartender in Little Rock,” said a few of her patrons have come to appreciate one of the new neighbors — a church in an abandoned Wal-Mart. While unaware if any customers have attended worship services, she knew some of the men who struggle on fixed-income got free groceries and clothing from the church. It's called Mosaic, she said."
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Such stories ispire my faith - that there is a God out there; a God who is also right here. Active. Involved. Concerned for me, and that I should know Him, find Him, learn from Him, follow Him, become more and more like Him, etc.
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