“If,” she said, “we want to teach the church the Bible…the understanding is that we’ve had some kind of encounter with God ourselves.”
She looked around the room at each one of us as she said it, and I felt those words surprise me. We should bring those with us, she said—our encounters with God. Somehow, this opened the curtain to my heart and I felt the window thrown open wide.
Because I have. I have encountered the Living God in oh, so many ways. Is this how one teaches? Bring this living, breathing God to others?
She brought with her a gold bag covered in glitter. She invited us to sit in a circle around her on the floor as she withdrew her treasures from the bag and we participated in the wonder that is Godly Play. We entered into the story of the Good Shepherd and I felt the years peel back as we wondered aloud together and my heart felt like a spacious place.
We shared our stories, linking them together and around Mark 4:35-40, and it was power. Mary was moved to tears when she told our small group her story and I shared a memory I hadn’t allowed myself to think about for years. We acted the story out and I got to be Jesus (I had the longest hair).
And when I said, “Let us go over to the other side…” those words were the bravest I have ever spoken.
There was so much she brought to us. Because she brought her encounters with God.
And as our parting blessing was said, I couldn’t help noticing. There was a bit of gold glitter winking at me from the curve of her cheek.
I’m a morning person and happiest in a place with no walls. Give me a bed of grass and a blanket-sky and I will dream deep in wonder. But a good story takes me to this place too. And a poem? Even better. You can always find me here. Or connect with me on on facebook, twitter, or pinterest.