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Genesis 45

1 Then Joseph could no longer control himself before all his attendants, and he cried out, “Have everyone leave my presence!” So there was no one with Joseph when he made himself known to his brothers. 2 And he wept so loudly that the Egyptians heard him, and Pharaoh’s household heard about it.
3 Joseph said to his brothers, “I am Joseph! Is my father still living?” But his brothers were not able to answer him, because they were terrified at his presence.


5 And now, do not be distressed and do not be angry with yourselves for selling me here, because it was to save lives that God sent me ahead of you. 6 For two years now there has been famine in the land, and for the next five years there will be no plowing and reaping. 7 But God sent me ahead of you to preserve for you a remnant on earth and to save your lives by a great deliverance.[a]
 8 “So then, it was not you who sent me here, but God. He made me father to Pharaoh, lord of his entire household and ruler of all Egypt.


So- finally some good news, here in chapter 45 of Genesis.  Joseph has removed the veil and revealed himself to his brothers.

I didn’t think that reading the bible one chapter at a time would ever be very problematic.  Wrong.  While not a terrible profound observation, it stands to be said every so often just as a reminder: the Bible wasn’t written in chapters and verses.  In fact, what we call the first five books are really just five chapters of one book.  The conventional divisions into 5 distinct books has to do more with the central theme of each section, but they are all dated at about the same time- and have their own name: Pentateuch.  Sort of a subset within the bible.

Well, this is just another lesson in hermeneutics then- sometimes breaking a story up into artificial segments can be detrimental to how we understand the whole story.  And nowhere has that been more evident in Genesis than right here, in Joseph’s story.

Joseph has been gone for at least 9 years.  For a decade, his brothers have been under the mantle of remorse.  Or at least some of them have.  Joseph’s father, the patriarch, Jacob, aka Israel, has been slowly deteriorating under the pain of losing his beautiful Joseph.  Joseph has been a captains right hand, and the focal point of his derision.  He’s lived in relative luxury and in a prison.  He’s known the adrenalin rush of being pursued by a woman- and the fear of standing before the most powerful man in the world, Pharaoh.  He’s been forgotten and he’s been the “father to Pharaoh.”  And now he’s at the end of his considerable emotional rope.

His trials seem to have brought him wisdom.

This is no small victory.  I’m not sure I’d be so fortunate.  Joseph, by today’s standards has every reason to have lost trust in the most sacred things.  He was betrayed and sold into slavery by his own family.  Framed and abandoned by his employer.  Left and forgotten by people he’d been charitable to in prison.  His power would have corrupted a lesser person.  A lesser person might have taken liberty with his power to acquire wealth and security- to prevent the pain and suffering he’d known up to this point from ever happening again.  He might be jaded and permanently untrusting.  He might be inclined to blame God for ten years of being abandoned by family and uncared about, forced to live in a foreign culture with no ties to home.

But no.  In all this time, Joseph’s faith in God’s purpose has caused him to pursue a sort of soterical career.  Even after his own abandonment by family and imprisonment, he is still pursuing other peoples’ peace.

He has spoken truth to the two fellow prisoners.  He gave peace to the Pharaoh about his dreams by clearly giving meaning to the dreams he’d had, and then offers sound wisdom to offset the bad news.  And now, Joseph is giving his brothers peace and forgiveness!  He is telling them that they were doing God’s work by despising him, selling him to a band of strangers, and ultimately into slavery and all that happened to him here in Egypt.  Why?

He’s giving God- this God that we have only heard about in the context of giving meaning to dreams, credit for using Joseph to save a nation’s worth of lives, as well as the lives of his own family.

This, I think, is an almost super-human ability!  Especially when you consider how much time has passed.  I can only speak for myself, but if I get a little down in the mouth for a couple months I start examining my life for places where I’ve let God down.  Maybe that’s not bad, in itself, but when I do that, I start to get blue, and a little mean.  I start thinking naughty thoughts about God- like He’s punishing me (which of course, He’s not, having fully extracted any punishment he must for me from Jesus), or that He’s changed His mind about me (which he doesn’t because nothing can take me from Jesus’ hand).  In short- I get impatient very quickly with God.

Ten years!  Ten years have passed in Joseph’s life.  Have you waited ten years, faithfully, for something?  Anything?  I don’t know that I can honestly say that I have.  At least not in obedience.

There’s plenty here about forgiveness.  There’s plenty here about how family relationships are kinda messy, and sometimes require a frequent and potent bath in the bubble-potion of forgiveness.  But God’s providence is what is on display, and Joseph’s unfailing dependence on it.

God is faithful.  As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, great comfort can come from the simple proverb: “Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is God’s purpose that will prevail.”

This may seem obvious- but God has a purpose!  This may seem less obvious at times: God’s purpose is for good!  Joseph declares his joy in this when he tells his brothers not to be troubled by their evil plans, because God caused good to happen!

This is less obvious:  If Joseph had sucked his thumb and pouted while he was in jail, God would have had a much more difficult time getting everything in order.  Joseph set his pain, anger, betrayal down on the floor of his cell and “saw that they were troubled” and set himself to comforting the two fellow prisoners by interpreting their troubling dreams.  Had he never done that- had he never inserted himself as a healer and a comforter into that situation- he would never have stood before Pharaoh to warn him of the coming prosperity that would buffet that following famine!

A simple act of selflessness, on Joseph’s part was a small key in an extremely large lock.  A single act of selflessness was the spark that lit the tinder, that held the ember, that caused a campfire to turn into a forest fire.  And it happened during a rainstorm.  Heck, a monsoon.

That is God’s character.


Waiting to Be Seen

Posted: February 14, 2012 in Chapter-a-day
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Genesis 40:

8.Then Joseph said to them, “Do not interpretations belong to God? Tell me your dreams.”

Joseph is in prison.

Ambushed by his brothers, threatened with death, and ultimately sold into the hands of travelers, he was sold into the servitude of a high-ranking military figure in the Egyptian royal guard, near the palace-compound of the Pharaoh.  Undaunted by the specter of his past, and unfettered by the chains of his circumstances, Joseph has risen to prominence, even as a slave, by being a blessing to the people around him.

Joseph’s attitude and mission made him a fountain of blessing to the people closest to him, no matter his circumstances.  He was attractive to people, because he brought blessing to them.

Unfortunately, somebody desired to take advantage of that, and lustily grasped for more.  Joseph refused to be put in that situation, out of respect for his master, but ultimately, because he knew it would be displeasing to God.  So she cooked up false charges against Joseph in her bitterness, and now, he is in prison.

Framed, and unjustly imprisoned, yet his attitude and mission have not wavered.  When fellow prisoners appear disheartened, he seeks to ease their burden.  And he says something that is most intriguing to me.  They tell him they are troubled because “they have had dreams” and there is no one to interpret the them.  His response?  “Do not interpretations belong to God?  Tell me your dreams.”

What a curious phrase.  Why would Joseph think he has any ability to ease the burden of his fellow prisoners by hearing the dreams, if interpretations belong to God?  What would make him think that?

Rob Bell, enigmatic and ire-inspiring, has written on something that strikes me as being parallel to this question:  Does God speak into and through unbelievers prophetically?  I don’t know that Bell would necessarily have phrased the question as clumsily as that- being prone to poetic prose, and being very good at phrasing questions with swagger.  But the question is still interesting.  Does truth spill from the mouth of the unbeliever?

I see Joseph making that claim, in a veiled way, in his statement.  He seems to be suggesting that the dreams have truth in them.  The truth resides in the vision-giver, not contingent on the vision-haver‘s belief or knowledge of God.

Paul says, hundreds and hundreds of years later, that God has made his invisible qualities known in Creation, and that He is made known in what He has made.  But that we have turned a blind eye to it.

All that is necessary then, is for somebody to enter the situation and see it for what it is!  And isn’t that ability itself a gift?  Isn’t it grace that removes the veil of sin and darkness from our eyes that we can peel back the curtain and see God’s Kingdom?

Joseph looks into these men, and their lives, as they are, and peels back the veil of God’s Truth spoken to them, and through them.

God longs to be known.  Communion with what He has created is intrinsic to the plan, and design of what He has made.  He is a communicator.  He is a protagonist.  Life is qualified by the degree to which it is in communion with its maker.  Joseph knows that God desires to be seen.  And that He can be seen, present in every life- not just the life of a “believer.”  So he looks for the truth in the vision, and gives the truthfulness of the vision- the degree to which it is true- over to God, who himself claims the meaning.

God speaks into people.  He speaks through people.  He does this with the desire to be seen and known.  Maybe one of our most important jobs isn’t to bring the truth to people, but instead of bringing it to them, showing them how it’s been there all along.

God doesn’t just show up in your life all of a sudden when you realize and admit that He’s real.  That would be idiotic.  Why would you want a God like that?  Rather, it’s in recognizing how God has always been, and will always be, there, with you, ahead of you, to your left and your right, and protecting your rear flank.

I think there is a powerful and compelling message to be found here: God doesn’t need us (i.e. “believers”) to “stick together” to the exclusion of the outside world.  We do not need to be pharaisees in our world.  He’s already out there, laying truth in people, doing truth in people, and setting them up to be called out and seen as part`of God’s plan, as part of God’s world, rather than antagonistic to it.

I think there are seasons where withdrawal is good.  We often call those seasons “sabbatical.”  Kind of like going to bed each night- sleep is more than recovery.  Sleep is health building.  But if you sleep all the time, well, you just get fat.

I will accept the challenge in this passage- God is out there, working, doing things, and waiting.  He’s waiting to be seen, waiting to be identified.  Waiting for genuine communion with everything He has made.  At the root of everything that is true, there can be but one Truth.

My Kind

Posted: January 20, 2012 in Chapter-a-day
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Genesis 25:

22 The babies jostled each other within her, and she said, Why is this happening to me?” So she went to inquire of the LORD.
 23 The LORD said to her,
   “Two nations are in your womb, 
   and two peoples from within you will be separated; 
one people will be stronger than the other, 
   and the older will serve the younger.”

29 Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open country, famished. 30 He said to Jacob, “Quick, let me have some of that red stew! I’m famished!” (That is why he was also called Edom.[f])
 31 Jacob replied, “First sell me your birthright.”
 32 “Look, I am about to die,” Esau said. “What good is the birthright to me?”

Oh my.  It is astonishing to me sometimes that God is so committed to working through and for such a destructive, fickle, and contentious creature as me, you, them, us.

I imagine that for Rebekah it was a difficult life.  Swept up into the unexpected marriage with such flair and drama.  The expectations that might have developed from such a divinely appointed betrothal might have been a heavy burden as the years went on and she discovered her infertility.

She must have asked herself where the train jumped the track.  “It was so clear that God was with us when the servant told his story about finding me at the well.”

“And then when I actually met my husband, working far off in the field as we approached.”

But now, years later, and no family.  The tension between Isaac and Rebekah was probably quiet but palpable.  Ishmael had a full family.  Isaac should too.  There was God’s promise!

And then she was pregnant.  But that is only the beginning to new drama, rather than an end to the old.  It is a troubled and worrisome pregnancy.  And she comes to God.  And God delivers to her the truth of what is in her belly.  Two brothers.  And they will have a quarrelsome and unnatural relationship.  More good news!

Hard to say, this prophecy.  Is it God predestining a conflict?  Or does he simply know how the choices will be made, how the characters will think?  Does he so intimately understand the minds of those two boys that he can predict with utter certainty and zero doubt what is to come?

God can see that Jacob will be docile, but manipulative, self-serving and scheming.  He can foresee that Esau will be rash, intemperate and eager to be served.

Jacob, who will carry on the promise given to Isaac through his father, Abraham, to be a father of nations.  Jacob, who will become the father of 12 sons, who will become the 12 tribes of God’s called people, the children of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

Jacob, who God will call by a new name: Israel.

Jacob is the guy that God is going to use so impressively?  Jacob the liar, the schemer, the manipulator who weaseled his older brother out of only real claim over a bowl of stew?!

What kind of God are we dealing with?  Well, we’re dealing with a God who has committed to working through a particular line to bring about a centuries old promise.  HIS promise.  We’re dealing with a God who promised Noah, never again to destroy all life, even THOUGH the thoughts of men are evil from birth.  We’re dealing with a God who loves LIFE, and giving LIFE above keeping the right kind of company.  He’s a God who makes a way for people who have no place being with him, to make a space at His table.

God didn’t choose Jacob because he was an example of what God wanted man to be.  He chose Jacob inspite of who Jacob was, because God was more committed to His own character and promises.

What if I worried less about what other people think, do, choose, say, believe?  And worried more about upholding the highest values that God upholds?  To save, and to be merciful, and to serve people who don’t deserve to be served?

What would happen if the kindness God has shown me individually, but also has shown the whole lineage of Jesus, were a part of my own character?  What would people say?

What if I was a servant to people who didn’t deserve to be served?

What if the church stopped judging people and culture, and just started to care for their needs?  Their real, physical, right-now needs?  Would that diminish the church?  Would that diminish God or who He is?

What if churches (please understand; churches are not institutions, they are groups of like-minded, and bound people), created and offered ministries that didn’t necessarily result in people coming to their church, but always resulted in God’s light shining a little brighter in a corner that was previously dark?

God sees through who you are.  He knows who you really, really are.  And His plan for you is greater than your life.  His dreams for you are greater, wider, longer, and better than your dreams for your life.  Don’t allow a patchy past to let you think He is not interested in you or your “type.”  He’s interested in exactly our type.  That’s the only kind he really knows!

Genesis 22

1 Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, “Abraham!”

“Here I am,” he replied.

2 Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, whom you love—Isaac—and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you.”

  “The fire and wood are here,” Isaac said, “but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?”

8 Abraham answered, “God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son.”

 12 “Do not lay a hand on the boy,” he said. “Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son.”

13 Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram[a] caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. 14 So Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And to this day it is said, “On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided.”

“Thank GOD you’re safe!  I’m going to kill you if you ever do that again.”  Ever heard that?  Maybe you’ve said it.

That moment when relief gives way to fury.  How could you put me through this???

But Abraham says the Lord Will Provide.  Seriously.

This story makes me ache.  It’s hard to understand sometimes how a Sovereign God can make a demand like this.  I can’t help but think that were I in Abraham’s place, I might be more inclined to the former statements than the latter.

I’ve spent a lot of time and energy justifying God and His actions to people antagonistic to the church.  Truthfully though, there’s no need to justify God, and no way to really do it well, especially given our relatively finite resources.  He’s God.  And I know that.  So all I’m really doing is trying to justify myself.  Also not worth the energy.  And probably disproportionately more difficult given my propensity for being an ass.

Maybe Abraham already kind of got that.  Maybe he already understood that if God asks for a sacrifice, God gets a sacrifice.  And maybe Abraham was okay with giving up his son.  Maybe his commitment to God was just that strong.

But I doubt it.

More likely, I think Abraham had experienced enough of God to know that God would provide.  He had seen and heard enough of God to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God’s promises are impermeable promises, not mere pledges of effort and good intentions.  And God had promised a baby to an old man.  And He had promised a nation of nations from that one baby.  If that was going to be true, God surely would be able and faithful to do it through the fire, through the sacrifice.

More likely, Abraham had seen God preserve life with such a fervor that He simply knew that this would not be a loss of life but a gain.

But it’s still amazing.

And it’s all fair.  I owe God every single thing I love in my life.  All of it.  None of it is mine to grasp.

And it illumines something equally awesome:  God gives us all of these things!  All of these people!  Everything that we love is given to us by God, and done so regardless of our affections for Him.  Why?  Because our pleasure, our joy, gives God warm fuzzies.  Fo sho.

Hard to get our heads around, I’m sure.  We’re so solid on God the magnificent, and we the worm that it’s hard to imagine God being … blessed by us.  We surely cannot repay God the debt we owe simply for being created.  If we have received Jesus as Lord, and recognized his awesomeness, we owe God another kind of debt too.

But to think that by simply by living His way, under His authority, and being His image and person to His creation, we BRING GOD BLESSING and PLEASURE?!  We become the Kingdom of God on earth, here, near to us.

God created the world for His pleasure.  Not like it gives my oldest son pleasure to blow up GIJoes, or duct tape them to rockets.  Not like it gives me pleasure when they are obedient and well behaved in public.

More like the way I buzz when he comforts his younger brother tenderly.  Or when he says, “Here, like this!” to his other brother while showing him how to do something.  Where he encourages his sister, “That’s an great JOB! Papa, come see what Gail just did!”

That kind of pleasure.  Abraham must have known something.  It doesn’t say what.  But my money is on his experience with God as a LIFE repairer, not a LIFE mangler.  As a LIFE-lover, not a LIFE despiser.  Knowing God’s reliability and faithfulness as a PROMISE maker and fulfiller, not a liar, nor a fickle and arbitrary decision maker.

Trust God.  I must trust God because He’s God.  But I can also trust God because he’s shown himself to be trust-able.  We all have places where God has called us to trust him.  To believe that He is indeed good.  Maybe God has called you to something that is just impossible.

It is possible.  And it could be the only way to an amazing promise fulfilled.  If you have an impossible dream, there’s probably an impossible first step.

The Marines have a saying, a pledge, a firm commitment to each other individually, but also from the Corps to themselves: “Semper Fi”.  That’s short for Semper Fidelis, which is latin for always faithful.  

Genesis 16:


1 Now Sarai, Abram’s wife, had borne him no children. But she had an Egyptian slave named Hagar; 2 so she said to Abram, “The LORD has kept me from having children. Go, sleep with my slave; perhaps I can build a family through her.”
Abram agreed to what Sarai said. 3 So after Abram had been living in Canaan ten years, Sarai his wife took her Egyptian slave Hagar and gave her to her husband to be his wife. 4 He slept with Hagar, and she conceived.
When she knew she was pregnant, she began to despise her mistress.

13 [Hagar] gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen[c] the One who sees me.”

My boys are over at the dining room table right now, attempting to play Uno.  The six year old is attempting to corral the four year old into playing with some sense of order.  The four year old says, “I can just put all the BLUE cards down at once.”  And the six year old says, “no, NO, NO!”

I’ve attempted to teach them, after trying to sort it out between themselves, rather than argue, yell, chase, maim, disfigure or murder, come and talk to their father- let him judge between you.  And so I get dragged into this “card game,” and make my ruling.

Four year old has a rebuttal:  “You’re just being bossy.”

“No- I’m just telling you how it is.”

Abram and Sarai had a tough deal.  I mean, direct discussions with God are cool, and visions, dreams, and divine callings have to be kind of a feather in your cap, but still.

Abram’s calling came when he was 75 years old.  You talk about waiting to find out what you’re going to be “when you grow up.”  A lot happened for Abram between his 75th and his 76th birthday.  He scratched a couple big things off of his bucket list, for sure, including finally finishing his dad’s intention to move the family business to Canaan.  Then he survived lying to the Pharoah in Egypt.  Then he whooped up on Kedolaomer and met an amazing King, who would impress himself into biblical history so much that one appearance would merit a direct comparison to Christ by biblical writers 1,500-2,000 years later.  And of course, God lowered himself to making a fairly tall promise to Abram.

Big year.

But ten years later, there is still no baby.  Just memories, and wondering if it was all a big mistake- some kind of misunderstanding.

Friday’s post was about dreams, and waiting, and why.  There was a great comment by a reader about dreams, and waiting.  About how we perceive progress.

God’s promises are potent things.  I mean- they’re PROMISES.  From GOD.  That’s gonna leave a mark, ya know?  They pack a wallop.  When God says to Abram that he’s going to be a father of nations, he wasn’t fooling around.

Sarai already has the taste in her mouth.  She was onboard with God making her the mother of nations.  All systems were go.  Initiate launch sequence; 5-4-3-2-go engines-1- lift…. off?  um, hello?  Guys?  God?

And ten years later, she says, enough.  She waited ten years.  Ten years of 12 months of “nope, not this time.”

“God has kept me… maybe I can.”

Yeah, maybe.  Not.  That’s when stuff starts getting sideways.  Hagar (who Abram has agreed to sleep with- you know, cause his wife told him he should, and he’s just serving his wife now) is pregnant, and starts feeling like she’s something special.  Sarai takes issue and basically runs her out of camp to die in the desert.  Nice.

So God’s way didn’t work out the way she thought it should.  And neither did hers.  Except God still has His promise.  Imagine- would Sarai have believed the scope of God’s promise?  Would she have bought the scope of God’s vision for her son?  For her whole family?

God’s dream was bigger than Sarai’s dream.  That blows my mind.

God’s dream was bigger.  SOOOOOO maybe it takes a little longer to set up.  I don’t know.

What’s your dream?  I mentioned having my dreams on Friday, and how it’s been kind of a struggle holding onto that dream, in the face of reality- as I see it.  As reality appears to me in this small, short moment.  But maybe God’s dream is even bigger, more wild, more far-out than mine ever would be.  And maybe He’d even let me have mine.  But then maybe I’d end up kicking out the maid and looking like a mean, bitter, old lady.

Have you grasped for God’s perspective?  Have you tried to place yourself in God’s position?  To force, coerce, scheme, manage, organize, initiate?  I do.  I’m good at that.  I think that’s been one of the lessons- I mean, CORE lessons that God’s been drilling me on for a couple of years now.  One of these days, I’ll get it.  Maybe or not.  Maybe I’ll be 86 years old.  Yikes.

My dreams are good dreams.  Sarai’s dreams are good dreams.  But God’s got an even more vivid imagination.  He’s got a dream for me that’s a 1,000 years longer.  He’s got a dream for Sarai and Abram that’s an eternity longer!  He’s even got a dream for Hagar.

How’s that for a repairing God?  Sarai initiated, schemed, coerced (okay, maybe she didn’t have to work too hard on that), managed and ended up creating a “situation.”  Did God reject Sarai?  No.  No, he came back to her.  She lost faith in God, but God didn’t lose faith in her.

Did God cast Hagar and her child to the side of the plan?  Nope.  He blessed her.  Why?  Because God is Holy and doesn’t change.  He always tells the truth.  And God loves LIFE and loves repairing and increasing LIFE.  God told Abram he’d be the father of nations.  He meant through Sarai, but extended that blessing to Hagar.  Because He never lies, and He loves MORE LIFE.

It’s not even dependent on me, really.  God will have His dreams.  Even if I give up on the promise, He does not.  It really is His dream, after all.

Mornings are a funny creature.  I really like mornings.  I really like being awake.  Oh, I’m not terribly fond of being awakened, but once we’re through that whole nasty bit, things smooth out quickly.  Provided there’s a cup of coffee (or 3)  nearby, a relatively dark spot, and total complete silence.  Other than those small details, I’d say I’m a pretty jolly Mr. Morning.

So… problem is, the Goldilocks (she’s our #3) wakes up before me.  And she should DEFINITELY not use the coffee maker.  And the other problem is she knows very little about total, complete silence.

Neither does #1 (“Tig” named for the bouncy feline from 100 acre wood), who given free reign would wake with elbows and knees rather than strokes and kisses.  “Fwack” (that would be #2) is much more docile in the morning.  Unless he’s hungry.  He’s the forgotten one, the proverbial “middle” child.  He’s a follower, so if there’s no real noise, he’s pretty quiet.  Being a follower though, he’s plenty ready to rumble if someone else (Tig) is too.

Character building begins early in the day at my house.  So I can only assume God’s blessing is on us.  I wouldn’t say it’s the sharpest tool in my pouch, but it’s the heaviest, most bludgeoniest.  The tool?  “Wait.  Just wait.”

Breakfast is a very popular meal at our house.  2nd most popular is “snack” which follows almost immediately.  Or you’d think it was supposed to, were I reading the same handbook.  We usually have anywhere from 2 to 5 containers of oatmeal on hand.  It heats up quick, adopts MANY flavors readily and for whatever reason, we all seem to like it pretty well.

Have you ever worked in a pancake house?  I did.  For a pretty good bit of time.  It seemed like forever.  Canadian pancake chain: Ricky’s.  Yeah, I’ve done it all.  That’s why I have a blog.  I was a bus boy in the place.  Ate my paycheck.  MMMMMmmmm…  I tell you though, people are fussy.  They want this and not that.  They’d like it here, but not there.  I gave that job up many years ago, but somedays start running for butter, jam, syrup, forks, and I wonder that I ever took off the apron.

Did I mention that I don’t take polyphony very well?

When I let it be known that breakfast time is finally, finally upon us, the room erupts.  Literally.  Crap get’s thrown, people fall down, and in general, as the famous American philosopher from the 1980’s, Peter Venkman once said when facing a crucial juncture in human history; “dogs and cats, living together, human sacrifice- MASS HYSTERIA!”

The orders pour in.  And being the level headed dad that I am, I set my coffee down, take out my pad, and write everything down to keep it all straight in my head.  Once that’s done, the kids all sit down at their spots around the table and wait for me.

Okay, that was a lie.

When God told Abraham that he would be the Father of nations, I bet that was pretty exciting.  Sarah thought the notion preposterous to the point of comedy, but she still dared to hope.  But God failed to deliver.  Or as it appeared to her He did.

When I was younger, I listened to music almost constantly.  Didn’t really matter what it was.  I used to have a little boom box that sat on my bed, right next to my pillow.  I would put a cd on “repeat all” and I’d turn it off in the morning.  Sometimes.  I remember the first time I did that with Nirvana’s “Nevermind” cd.  Don’t know if they still print it the same way, but my copy had a “hidden track” on it.  Go listen to that sometime, and then imagine yourself being sound asleep when that comes on.  Right next to your head.

I was convinced that I was going to be a musical superstar.  I don’t really know why.  I just did.  I thought it was divine appointment.

Do you remember what your dream was when you were little?  I do.  I remember looking through the TV screen at Slash’s Les Paul in the video for Welcome to the Jungle.  Formative moment.  Scary idea, eh?

Still waiting over here.

I realized this morning that waiting is never easy.  Doesn’t matter if it’s waiting for the moment a dream comes true or if it’s waiting for the oatmeal with the right color fruit preserves.  What if the bowl shows up at the table with cinnamon on it, instead of honey?  What then?  Do I shove it back?  I like cinnamon just fine.  But I asked for honey, thank you.  I’ve been waiting for honey.

No.  You’ve been waiting for breakfast.  Let’s keep our perspective here.

Abraham and Sarah couldn’t stand the waiting.  It was impossible!  And Ishmael was born.  And now we have metal detectors, body scanners, and RPGs, IEDs, and holidays that commemorate the very worst in humanity.

I’m no rockstar.  I’m no phenom.  I go to Leo Kottke concerts, and it’s easy a month before I even have the motivation to pick up a guitar again.  Shoot, I hear Chris Tomlin or Jim Cuddy sing and I just shake my head and wonder what was I ever thinking.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m looking a perfectly good bowl of oatmeal, topped with cherries, (instead of strawberries and chocolate chips).

Are you getting hungry?  What are you waiting for?  What have you been served?