19.
The pace of discipleship
is the pace of wonder.
About the speed of a
walk in the woods
stopping to look at
the ferns or a
butterfly.
There is no certain
cadence or rhythm
for the pace is not
measurable
by metronome or
toe tap.
Did you consider
that flower?
Did you notice that
pause in speech
and averted glance?
What color was
that bird’s wing?
If you can answer
these questions
then you are probably
close to the
right pace.
20.
To behold
the world
my neighbor
my child
is actually
no easy task.
To look with
clarity and focus.
Clear-sightedness
and attention.
To see. To really see.
Does not just happen.
In fact,
now that I think on it,
I don’t have the resources
to behold.
The resources to
see are not in me.
I strain my eyes
and squint my sight.
But the fog lifts
of its own accord.
Or, of another’s.
Sight is a gift.