Fluff

Let me, if I may, be ever welcomed to my room in winter by a glowing hearth, in summer by a vase of flowers. If I may not, let me think how nice they would be and bury myself in my work. I do not think that the road to contentment lies in despising what we have not got. Let us acknowledge all good, all delight that the world holds, and be content without it.                                      ~ George MacDonald

A short story.

One day, a few days back, my friend called her friend and said: I seem to have lost my serenity. He said: You were so happy and peaceful just a couple of weeks ago. What’s changed?

She said: Nothing. I’m still very happy and everything is going well, but I’ve lost my serenity. Her wise friend asked a few more questions, all of which she was able to answer with a positive. Yes she was eating right, sleeping well, working and praying and serving.

Finally her friend said: Where’s your fluff? He was asking her what she did just for fun. Nothing accomplished, nothing checked off the list, time spent with ‘nothing to show for it’. It turns out, she didn’t have any fluff.

My friend spent a couple of afternoons reading and found her serenity again.

I looked up fluff, just to make sure I had it right. In addition to describing baby bird feathers, it means to shake something so that more air goes into it and it becomes larger and softer  ~Macmillan On-line Dictionary.

I thought about that. I couldn’t find the Bible verse that said Thou shalt accomplish a lot today, but I did find the one that said A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones. – Proverbs 17:22

I checked my bones. They were feeling a little dry. I’ve decided my heart needs to be shaken a little to make it larger and softer. George MacDonald and Lilith are waiting for me.

The End

MOTU

God will not conquer evil by crushing it underfoot – any god of man’s idea could do that – but by conquest of the heart over heart, of life over death, of love over all. ~George McDonald


You often hear people wishing for some serious evil stomping from MOTU: Master of the Universe. Possibly this is because our picture of a Supreme Being has been defined in more detail by superheros than by the New Testament. If God were true to the ideas of man and Mattel, the evil we see in others but overlook in ourselves, would be stamped out, just as He-Man defeats the evil Skeletor. How could we expect less from a God with powers that exceed even the imagination of the finest graphic novelists?

Omnipotence, by definition, is limitless. God draws His own lines with the marker of grace. He certainly could crush. Instead He chooses to woo. It’s His way: conquest of the heart over heart, of life over death, of love over all.