I ate my lunch standing up today.
It was standing room only in the Charleston Area Med. Center’s staff lounge at noontime. We huddled together to watch the inauguration of our 44th president—bodies pressed side-by-side in anticipation.
Hunger permeated the air.
It filled our insides; spoke to our hearts as we waited for this filling up. We breathed it in, letting our insides quake with the emptiness of these long years.
Today, we feast.
I plucked my grapes off their stems one by one, aware of that sweet tangy combination as I bit into each one, rolling the fleshy fruit around on my tongue—trying to hide my misting eyes from co-workers.
Is it wrong to let a man inspire?
Do I not do this every day when I see the beauty behind the eyes of my neighbor?
Only One Man holds my undying hope. Fully man. Fully God.
But it is God inside of me that appreciates His glory reflected in the eyes of another.
How long has it been since speech ignited fire in the bellies of my national kinsman? Of the world?
Do I not know the power of words? Have I not been seduced by their syrupy promises and the lofty images they create?
These words capture me and make my spirit soar.
We study the profiles of listening faces across the nation—black, white–every color in between; beauty and sorrow, grace and unease, joy, triumph, sobriety and fear…there is no end to the diversity on these ghost-faces.
Beauty, beauty, beauty…
So much beauty in my Father’s world.
Let something, let someone inspire you today.
We carry God inside of us.
Let Him shine.