tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9569695.post113165614425654018..comments2020-05-04T02:43:03.909-07:00Comments on The Red-Winged Blackbird: ThereforeJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15477659438699897615noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9569695.post-1134455034605763682005-12-12T22:23:00.000-08:002005-12-12T22:23:00.000-08:00justin:a boy named nathan once thought that his ba...justin:<BR/><BR/>a boy named nathan once thought that his backyard was some kind of wilderness that he could explore, and secrets were as many as dirt and angles of light. There was a plum tree that hung over this backyard fence, the fence his own father had built when he was young and would watch him build. Between the brick barbeque and the fence nathan constructed a fort with boards and imaginary voices from the sky, or maybe it was the wildness in the leaves, or maybe the smiling of God, his woven Word telling him that he, Nathan, was His son, but whichever it was nathan build a hideaway back there with it.<BR/><BR/>He spent his life playing G.I. Joes in the dirt and eating the tart clovers that grew in patches under the porch stairs, and he raked up the leaves across the street in the school yard (a giant brick high school, with oaks all in its outer grassy areas) but only because he loved to jump in them, feel the damp musty smell of decay, and only because he loved to see the uncovered winter grass, and only because he thought surely it must be a nice thing for him to rake leaves for people. <BR/><BR/>I think I believe that Jesus approves of us. I don't know why I think that, neccessarily. it's mostly silly to think. but I think that he absolutely smiles about us. I don't know why he should. I don't know why I should think we two are his brothers. but I can't think anything but that when he watches us at our play he is happy. I don't mean that about all the world, and I don't mean that about Christians in general. I don't know about all of that. I just mean that about you personally, and me personally. and it's the silliest thing, and its almost unbelievable.<BR/><BR/>that's what your post made me think of though.james t nathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15339924382411635194noreply@blogger.com