Do you remember the white feather that floated through the air in the opening scene of Forrest Gump? As the feather floated along through the people and fixtures in the busy city park, we were reminded of the randomness and happenstance of life; how we touch someone's life without knowing it, and how others affect our lives and they are unaware. The fictitious Forrest was the culmination of the highest highs and lowest lows of a generation. He also served as a mirror for all, a reflection of our often aimless encounters and that while we may forget our own words, they are always remembered by those who hear them.
I haven't decided if Emma is one big feather who easily catches wind and rides high on the thermals, or if she is a million tiny feathers softly scattering to the ends of the earth. Maybe she is a million big feathers. Me? Right now I just feel like the feather; floating aimlessly. I love Emma.
This weekend we will pause to remember a two thousand year old Feather, one whose impact is resting against every heart on earth. He doesn't float aimlessly, but with a millinium of thought-backed intent as he touches our lives. How God willingly allowed his son to die for me, I will never understand. Thank you God for sacrificing your Son for my sins and for allowing your Holy Spirit to remain among us.
