deep dark past

From the archives:

Sparky and I recently celebrated out twentieth wedding anniversary.

 Heeeeyyyy.....you ruminate, probing your memory.  Suddenly your opinion of me starts to shift subtly.  You find yourself reading a little more into my posts.  Always thought there was something a little cryptic, a might suspect in her posts.  If you can call them posts.  More like evasions or fronts.

That mammal said she had children ages 4-24, and married only twenty years.  Plug the variables into a formula.  It does not compute, my friend,

not compute

No, no my dear readers...just hadn't gotten around to mentioning it.  I have a Deep Dark Past.  I wear it on my sleeve, normally.  If you met me in person, you would know the story already.  I have a button that says, "No skeletons in my closet, they're all in the living room drinking martinis."

Because I am fairly indiscriminate in the sharing of my past, the comment, well, you seem pretty normal...has come my way several times in my life of normalness.  So normal.  Flaming Catholic, seven kids, homeschool, nurses children until they go off to college just about.  Writes about sex in an inflammatory manner and with a complete disregard to political correctness, as if conception was an acceptable part of human relations. 

So I would have to assume that this comment, well you seem pretty normal means something completely different that, "act like everyone else."  It means, Not Broken.

We know that normal means to do what is the norm.  Apparently it also means Not Broken.  But the norm is Broken.  It’s so broken.  What does this mean?  Normal is broken.  Normal is not broken.

This, my friends....still, in the human heart, we want normal to be not broken.  We long for normal to be whole and well and filled with joy.  The human heart, in the broken families, in the broken communities, in the broken spirit in the broken world....wants wholeness, beauty, laughter. The human heart wants a better thing.

It wants God. 

It wants a living room to hang out in, and drink martinis.  If you have any ounce of Not Brokenness in you, fling open wide the doors of your home and your heart and welcome in the more broken and the not broken.  Nurture each other in Christ.  Be a place, let your home be a place where wholeness can be nurtured with a cold beer or a glass of  very dry red wine and a pat on the back. 

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