It’s been a difficult week.
I’ve often wished I wasn’t here.
Maybe that’s what the rapture is all about.
Not wanting to be in the here and now.
It is nicer to exist elsewhere.
Or so the lie goes.
Jesus does the crazy thing and jumps into the here and now.
Or he did a while back.
Now his Spirit jumps in and out of the here and now.
The here and now, boring and mundane, seemingly
I hear babbling from the other room. Rapture or Pentecost?