October 3, 2006
So I’m a foreigner living in a small city. (I’m told it’s small, I come from a really small town). Doing the stereotypical foriegner thing, I took a walk around the city this evening to explore. I saw these teenage girls walking hand in hand with a four or five year old boy. They were playing the game where you count to three and then swing the child off the ground.
I used to love that game when I was little. We called it jelly legs because it always worked best when you made like your legs were jelly and you were relying completely on the grown ups at your side to hold you up.
I wonder why that’s a universal childhood pleasure…
I mean what is so appealing to humans all over the world to make no effort whatsoever to walk, and yet in the midst of that helplessness, to be carried along?
Is that laziness or faith?
Is the jelly legs phenominon a picture of the humility of a child which makes them “owners of the kingdom of heaven” or is it a depiction of an inborn wicked nature, the wickedness here being to make other people do the work for you? (Like the everything is mine phase most children go through)
I’m leaning towards the first option.
There was a time when my sister in law and I were walking my nephew and he seemed to get a kick out of becoming dead weight in our arms by playing jelly legs. I don’t know if his pleasure was in having the power to make us work to hold him up, or if he was created to delight in being effortlessly suspended between us.
October 1, 2006
I got into a conversation with another english teacher here about the Holy Spirit. He says that he once had a dream where he saw a dove with a circle of light behind it. Not long after that dream, he was in a college class and in his textbook there was some picture of St. Peter’s Cathedral (or something like that) and on the top of the picture was a dove with a circle of light behind it. He said “if anything means anything, that must mean something”.