I am outdoors running down a grassy path among some trees. Sometimes there are other people at a distance, but often I am alone.
As I am running, I start taking longer and longer strides until I realize that I am actually floating briefly between footfalls.
The stretches grow longer until I am convinced that I can actually fly - or at least hover above the ground.
I take one more big bound to test the theory ... and that's when I wake up.
I don't know what it means for sure, but it feels like a metaphor for the way faith has functioned in my life.
From an early age I have known that there should be a supernatural element to the Christian life.
Little by little, I have seen it sort of creep into my life.
Maybe I will still live long enough to see even greater strides.
And someday I will fly.
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