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You know when you're a kid and you'll believe in almost anything?
You'll believe in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny?
Bad examples. Those are all real.
Let's go a different direction altogether. Stay with me.
Just last week, Eric and I were talking about our differing beliefs in God, the nature of God, where we "meet" God, etc. Deep conversation. We don't often talk about God, despite the fact that we are both very active in our church. Our children are active in church. We all believe God exists, but in what 'form' is strangely never discussed.
One thing that came out of my discussion with Eric is that I seldom "meet" God in church.
I serve God in church. I happily (most of the time) act in Christ's place. I try very hard to be an example of a true Christian. Someone that loves others despite their place in life.
So, where to I meet God?
The tiniest flower is a commune with God.
The way the bark grows differently on one side of a tree than the other is a commune with God.
Beetles, and slow moving water, and vast plains, and fluffy clouds---God is there.
Dogs sleeping upside down, chickens chasing a grasshopper, a cat purring in my lap---God is there.
The way the grass creeps into the flower beds, the way the snow will dance in the wind, the way the ocean roars to the beach during a storm---God is there.
Last night, at 2am, my dogs completely lost their minds.
Growling, barking, scratching at a door in my bedroom that leads to the outside.
Above all the ruckus, I could hear something that sounded like it was trying to get in!
I flipped on the light and expected to see the neighbor's cat---maybe trying to escape a nighttime predator?
Maybe a skunk, raccoon, or an opossum?
It was a young porcupine! No bigger than a soccer ball.
The fluffiest little ball of fur and quills and fear.
My guess is that it heard my dogs, ran up the stoop to my room, and was trying to get "Up" to safety; not realizing that the dogs were just on the other side of the place it was trying to get to.
This isn't really a biology lesson, but in the interest of my tale you need to know that porcupines climb trees. The live in trees, sleep in trees, eat trees. Impossible, I know. Big, lumbering rodents do not climb trees. These do.
So, what does this little porcupine have to do with God.
Here's where the post title comes in, "Suspending Reality".
I'd like to believe, for one brief moment that God made that little porcupine encounter possible.
Possible for my birthday.
Today is my birthday.
I know, I know, it's a reach.
I don't really believe that God gives birthday presents.
My own belief is that God isn't really concerned about my birthday one bit. God is far more concerned what I do with my days than on what day I was born.
Last night at 2am, I had an encounter with nature that I've never had before.
I got to see a porcupine in the wild for the first time. Right on my back stoop.
Birthday present or no, I had an encounter with God.
Pretty good way to start the beginning of another trip around the sun.