KGBlog

today i hopped into the car, a bit hurried as i was running late for the car pool, and turned on the radio. i know, i know, dont ask...the pod was fatefully uncharged over the night and therefore: radio. as  i skipped from station to station seeking out the morning npr news i became distracted and absently left a typical awful morning radio show playing in the background. (it was like when you lose remote privileges because you got distracted and absent-mindedly left it on a channel playing commercials for 3 minutes.) moving along, i tuned in a couple of minutes later to a story being told about the hosts trip to the grocery on the previous evening...i know the grocery always makes for great morning radio right...the story wasn't about berating the slow bagger, or the guy who picked up every ripe kiwi after just wiping the nose of his 13 month, or the vagabond "showering" in the almost imperceptible mist intended to freshen the vegetables, though. no, it was none of these. she actually wanted to comment on the people who were making such berating comments in line. she insisted that each person, the slow moving grandmother with dentures causing a traffic jam on the toothpaste aisle, the irritable employee building a triscuit box pyramid in front of the aquafina sculpture he had to put up last week, all of them had a reason behind their mood. a grumpy grandfather who still had one tooth hanging in there, a manager whose artistic brilliance was in design but whose shaky hands couldnt carry out the task...or otherwise. the talk show host commented to her morning show pals that we should always recognize that each of the people around us are living in their own little worlds. each is focused on their own life. each has a bubble in which all that exists is them and the stress and troubles, sucesses and joys, etc. of their own lives.

in the remaining 2 minutes of my drive to carpool pick up my mind wandered from the show, which then immediately turned typical, and quite a bit less profound, and into the idea just presented. it took me immediately to a louie giglio speech at passion a few years back in which he talked of our ability to be either a star in our own story, or take a small role in gods story. i saw the people in our imaginary grocery store walking encased in their own personal bubbles, each living oblivious to the factors affecting one anothers lives. i then saw god outside of this and wanted  somehow to break free from my bubble and be in his. now his bubble was quite a bit larger than mine but contained all of these other bubbles and afforded glimpses into each of them. to always recognize that others are not in fact perpetually grumpy, or always as mad as they were when they were stuck on the toothpaste aisle, but that they are regular people going through a life much like ours and searching for the same things we are...joy, peace, comfort, security, love, teeth to eat the kiwi that they've rinsed in the vegetable sprayer...or otherwise.

the scope of gods story seems to suggest that his bubble is much more exciting than mine. and maybe when we leave our bubbles and join him we might find the things weve all been searching for.

Posted in: on Wednesday, July 16, 2008 at at 12:52 AM