“Bonheoffer said that when Christ calls a man he bids him come and die. He never said there wouldn’t be brothers and sisters reaching down in joy, arm in arm, to start the long, difficult climb out from the grave together.” ~ Kevin Marks
There’s an artists meeting.
A bunch of creative types. Painters, designers, illustrators, poets, dancers, musicians… writers.
I got the email a few weeks ago.
And thought, “Who… me?”
Hmm… No one had ever called me that before.
But here I was being invited to this gathering — because a few weeks before that, I ran into a guy at church in the parking lot.
I was actually there to steal wi-fi. My son’s preschool was ending earlier that day. So, I had a little time to burn before picking him up.
Church was close by. So I thought I’d swing by, drive to the back of the church where no one could see me. And try to do some writing.
But, I couldn’t log on. I thought I had the right wi-fi password.
So, I looked around. And saw a guy, getting ready to step into his truck.
It was Kevin. The church’s creative arts director.
I called out to him across the pavement. “Hey…Kevin…! Do you know the passcode to get to the wi-fi?”
It turns out the wi-fi didn’t reach out that far. You had to be inside the building in order to get the wi-fi signal.
I hadn’t talked to Kevin since last year. I said hi once. I was new to the community at the time (still am really) and didn’t know anyone yet. I was drowning in the deepest part of post traumatic stress last year, when I would hardly venture out of my house, must less socially engage. I didn’t want any talk about writing. It would trigger an avalanche of who-knows-what-kind of anxiety.
When I recover well enough, I wanted to look into this artist gathering thing at church.
But, I didn’t really consider myself an artist. The word artist sounds free. Unhindered. Expressive.
Me? I’m trying to figure out how to get words on a page again. Without panic attacks.
Then, I decided in the moment to do something unplanned…
To be continued…
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