|Jan 31, 2013||Sailor Left the Sea|
|Jan 30, 2013||The Fix|
|Jan 29, 2013||Fishless|
|Jan 28, 2013||My Job's Harder|
|Jan 27, 2013||What You See Is What You Carry|
|Jan 26, 2013||Thatís Bad, Thatís Good|
|Jan 25, 2013||Defender of the Weak|
|Jan 24, 2013||Clean|
|Jan 23, 2013||Bleacher Chatter|
|Jan 21, 2013||The Lively Street|
|Jan 20, 2013||Saintly Seeds|
|Jan 19, 2013||Lover Boy|
|Jan 18, 2013||A Patient Man|
|Jan 17, 2013||Silent Performance|
|Jan 16, 2013||Almost Infinitesimal|
|Jan 15, 2013||A Prayer for the Warrior|
|Jan 14, 2013||Money, Money, Money|
|Jan 13, 2013||New Hope|
|Jan 12, 2013||Temper, Temper|
|Jan 10, 2013||The Idealist|
|Jan 9, 2013||The Parenthood Club|
|Jan 8, 2013||Faith and Luck|
|Jan 7, 2013||Eye Light|
|Jan 6, 2013||Green Eggs|
|Jan 4, 2013||Far from Eden|
|Jan 3, 2013||The Negotiation|
|Jan 2, 2013||Spring Ball|
|Jan 1, 2013||Angels Donít Eat|
Title: Silent Performance
Date: January 17, 2013
The car was decades old when a group of poets, dancers and actors left in it from a university to attend a performance of the great mime, Marcel Marceau. On the drive to the city, the engine turned over 300,000 miles. All passengers observed a moment of silence.
Marceau’s performance ended late. It was dark and starless on the state highway. A thick fog settled in the valley where they drove. The farther from the city, the denser the fog; the denser the fog, the slower they drove. Eventually, the foreboding conditions forced them to turn off the stereo. They discovered silent prayer and concentration. They weren’t a particularly religious group. A moment of silence was normally about as close as they ever got. That night prayer to God was continuous. At the bottom of a valley, the fog became impenetrable. Inching along in zero visibility, with their headlights useless, and the road imperceptible, the driver opened his car door to watch the double yellow line pass beside them, ensuring they stayed in their lane. It worked. They found their way, made it out of the valley, and safely home.
Ignoring whether or not it was clever to open the car door, this group of bohemians found themselves in a challenging circumstance, and forgetting all coolness, gladly returned to the faiths of their childhoods through prayer.
Let’s Pray: Dear God, for those who’ve wandered from their faith, for those caught in a disorienting fog, or who are lost in the dark, help them find the road again. Amen.
Here’s a Thought: Faith provides bearings in the darkness.