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April 22, 2004
Making Connections...
Previously, I wrote about how the bus has become a Sacred Space for me. While it hasn’t always been consistent, it has remained for the most part. And I am thankful.
This morning, I witnessed how the bus may be others’ Sacred Space as well. Somewhere along the route, a woman in front of my appeared to be overtaken by “the Spirit.” Her hands went up in the air. She began to quickly tap her feet on the bus floor. Prayers issued forth from her lips in both mumbled and annunciated tones.
“Jesus, Jesus,” she would say as she looked around with a blank stare and a smiling face. “Yes, Lord. Oh, Lord Jesus. Yes, God. Thank you, God. Yes.”
She continued to wave her hands in the air and pray for a few minutes, stopping once and then starting again, and then she was done. She looked around and smiled. The conceptration in her eyes was back. She looked forward to the road ahead as if nothing had happened.
No one seemed to mind. I don’t think I did. It was kind of neat.
And then, someone behind me commented about how they were going to get a hamburger for lunch and I thought of something else that happened on a very different bus last Saturday.
Saturday, a bunch of us went on a wine tasting tour in Central Missouri. It was one of our friend’s birthday. She rented a bus for us all to be hauled around in. We had a lot of fun and got to taste some pretty darned good wine. Seriously.
But during the trip at some point, we got into a conversation about meat and how some cultures, though they live in America, still prefer to buy their livestock while it’s alive and kill it themselves.
Here’s a quote, straight from “someone” on our bus about this:
“...I mean, I like beef, but I’m not going to go out and kill a pig for a hamburger!”
That must have been, like, a “ham”-burger reference, right? But, I must admit that we were all pretty tired by this time — we ended up having a very good laugh about it. (And, no, I won’t tell you who said this.)
But, moments after this journey in my mind, back to last Saturday’s events, my bus ride was over and it was time to get off of mental connections and make the transfer to a connection in the physical realm — my next bus.
With a flip back to Sacred Space… As we exited the bus, the bus driver happily said “God bless you” to each and every one of us.
No, Mr. Bus Driver, God bless you… And thank you.
Posted at 08:22 am
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