Thursday, September 08, 2005

When Pigs Fly

I took LD to a Mall to buy the shoes she's wished for since last year. We called them desert boots, she calls them Clark's and up here the shoes are known as Wallabee's. It was the least I could do. Good grief, if your comfort is a new pair of shoes, I'm with you on that.

While walking around the Mall looking at fabulous stores with beautiful things, I contrasted my environment with what my LH, LS and thousands upon thousands of my fellow Hurricane Americans experience. No power, no lights at night, no air conditioning, no clean clothing, no bathing and I'm positive many women have run out of diapers and tampons.

In a cute store with many useless but precious items, I saw a sterling silver pin of a winged pig.

This got me thinking. I believe I can say with sincerity that we are experiencing when pigs fly, when hell freezes over, and a few other "it will never happen" times.

As a Presbyterian, I understand that history is in God's hands. The End of many apocalyptic sermons is not at hand right now any more than the End of Darkness' reign is ending all the time. You may have to read that sentence twice. I'm not saying that the End is Near or even Close. I'm suggesting that from my vantage point, what was never to happen has happened.

I almost bought that Pig Pin. I've marked events with buying a piece of jewelry before. I just couldn't do it this time. I don't want to be living in a time when pigs fly. It's just not right, not normal, not how I wish to spend my time.

Stay with me, the ice seems mighty thin,
St. Casserole

8 comments:

Unknown said...

I've seen views change due to development, and I've had the view of my own life changed by death and divorce, but I've never had the view of the world ripped away so suddenly as you did. I've been thinking a lot about the trees after reading your post earlier. In one of the Narnia books, Lewis writes that they can hear the cries of the Dryads when the trees are cut down. (I don't think I'm inventing that.)
We're here, perhaps not out on the ice with you, but ready to throw you a rope, dear St. C.

Jules said...

I'm here, I'm with you in the only way I can be...in prayer (and occasionaly in cyberspace.)

((((St. Cass))))

Anonymous said...

Again, there's nothing to say, so I'll just leave a pebble.

(o)

I was here.

PPB

Kathryn said...

Oh...we are, we are.Many hugs and prayers heading your way.
Be slightly comforted, though. In our family flying pigs have always been seen as friendly symbols of wonderful things happening against all odds. If I tell you that my husband bought me a cast iron winged pig, which sits proudly beside our front door, as an ordination present for my diaconate, you'll get the general picture...It may be too soon to think of new beginnings and unimagined triumphs in the face of the nightmare, but perhaps that pig could represent that hope. Blessings, anyway. xx

Sue said...

Praying for you too St. C. -- and sending hugs.

Theresa Coleman said...

I'm here with you -- I pray for you daily.
{{hugs}}

Anonymous said...

Again,

Please visit http://katrina-response.blogspot.com\

This is a blog we created to post people's comments and experiences about the storm. It links to Presbyterian and Methodist sites and a photo gallery.

Mr. Casserole

Unknown said...

Came across your blog off of Apostle John...I'm a youth pastor in Northern California...we are thinking seriously and praying about changing our Annual mexico mission trip and coming south. Can you hook me up with a church...yours? any other pcusa church...any church??? We would love to partner up with someone for a future work trip, two, or three...can we send anything like kid stuff? etc? praying for you sister in the Lord.