walking on water

I do miss God.

It's like i have to remind myself sometimes that I don't believe in him anymore. like he died or something. that makes me sad, actually. i'll be in the middle of asking for something or thanking for something or just plain admiring the work--and i'll remember: wait, you don't believe anymore. and then i'll feel nostalgic, like how i miss my grandpa and wish i could visit him again.

i was thinking about the soccer team my daughter plays for. it's the neighborhood church, st margarets. and i was just chatting wiht a few moms about the best place to get gently used soccer shoes since we have to buy them like every six months with as fast as the feet are growing. and i realized, all these people, all these believing people: where did they get these notions? where did all of these people get these father, son & holy ghosts?

we were watching that magician chris angel the other night. he was walking on water. seriously. walking on a lake with people all swimming around him and feeling his feet and gasping in amazement. and the only thing we could come up with to explain the strange sight was maybe some sort of clear "high wire" type thing that was rigged just below the surface of the water?? what the?? and then craig said: maybe THATs how jesus did it.

and i had to agree. he may have been a very talented magician, and what, with the whole pass-it-on thing as a substitute for the media, we may have just gotten the story wrong--you remember the game where you pass a story around the slumber party circle, and the story starts out about bobby playing ball but ends up with barbie spending a day at the mall with her lottery ticket winnings and buying all those people lunch in the food court? maybe THATs how jesus did it.