Tuesday, October 18, 2005

a good brisket sandwich

I feel as though I should be writing at this very moment, but about what I'm not really sure.

Sitting at my desk, typing these words and eating a brisket sandwich from Rudy's (where, by the way, you can get the "worst" barbecue), I feel a bit like walking out of my office and just continuing to walk. Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed, upset, disenfranchised or anything else along those lines. I'm just...curious.

Curious about what lies around the bend for me. Curious about the wonders that never seem to cease to come my way. Curious about this God who, as one writer put it, has "a furious love" for me.

As I sit here, all 5'9.5" and 180 pounds of me, and I wonder about the vastness of the space we live in, I'm astounded, flabbergasted, breathless that the God who is even bigger and incomprehensible than that thinks about me; all 5'9.5" and 180 pounds of me. Even cooler than that is that He feels exactly the same about you. Right here, right now.

Suddenly, this sandwich tastes very, very good.