Thinking Big Thoughts
When my 7-year-old grandson captured my Queen in five chess moves, I admitted again that I am not a strategist. Or a manager. Or a calculator of wins and losses.
Soon after that match, while cleaning my office and clearing out a ton of stuff that no longer serves my purposes, I came across notes from a chapel message by Dr. Larry Crabb [1], notes taken while I was in seminary.
Chess Players vs. Poets
Comparing chess players and poets, Dr. Crabb argued that chess players maneuver and manipulate in ways that make God subject to their moves. Poets hear the music of heaven, step onto the dance floor to enjoy themselves, others, and God.
Dr. Crabb prefaced his message to convey his sober mood that morning, addressing a current difficult question.
“How do I keep going beneath a game face when I feel empty, alone, and deeply discouraged?” he said.
Within his own thoughts at 2:00 a.m., he admitted times he cannot sleep while wrestling with questions.
“People wear their game face,” he said, “to conceal the hurts, the unanswered questions about life, and at the same time attempt to distract themselves with any number of strategies, including social media, social climbing, and social pretense.”
Pretense is exhausting.
Late in my reading life, I have discovered poetry. In particular, Mary Oliver’s Devotions has met me in a season of life when I can appreciate her amazing observations from nature and how these wonders elevated her thoughts about God.
I WAKE CLOSE TO MORNING Why do people keep asking to see God's identity papers when the darkness opening into morning is more than enough? Certainly any god might turn away in disgust. Think of Sheba approaching the kingdom of Solomon. Do you think she had to ask, "Is this the place?" WHISTLING SWANS Do you bow your head when you pray or do you look up into that blue space? Take your choice, prayers fly from all directions. And don't worry about what language you use, God no doubt understands them all. Even when the swans are flying north and making such a ruckus of noise, God is surely listening and understanding. Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul. But isn't the return of spring and how it springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint? Yes, I know, God's silence never breaks, but is that really a problem? There are thousands of voices, after all. And furthermore, don't you imagine (I just suggest it) that the swans know about as much as we do about the whole business? So listen to them and watch them, singing as they fly. Take from it what you can.
“Take from it what you can.”
When you read poetry, read it slowly. It’s written to be read aloud.
I started reading this book last September, devotionally, and as of June 10, I have read only 201 pages of 442 pages. I flag pages. I make notes in the margin to remind myself what her words make me think. And feel.
Reading her poetry reminds me of my favorite line from the movie Shakespeare in Love.
I want to create rather than calculate. I want to enjoy the dance.
While playing chess with my grandson, I will also urge him to think BIG thoughts of the God who created us all.
[1] Dr. Larry Crabb, https://www.christianitytoday.com/news/2021/march/died-larry-crabb-christian-counseling-spiritual-direction.html
4 Comments
Kimberly Kennedy
I always stop and fix myself a cup of coffee as I read your blogs. I look forward to them. Thank you for writing.
Carol
Your comments are always encouraging. Thank you. The blog is up and running again. SMILE.
beazysue
This makes me think Carol. How would
saying yes to the dance, creating and enjoying creation make me feel oppose to how calculating would make me feel? The first brings feelings of joy, energy and freedom to mind while the later actually creates feelings of weight, seriousness and competition. Positive vs negative in my simple mind. We have a beautiful chess board. My library will soon include poetry. Thank you for sharing yourself!
Carol
You make the point exactly. The dance combines both slow and fast thinking. Poetry slows us down enough to think. The book of Psalms is poetry. A poet consolidates observation and insight about life. I wrote in my journal this morning the quote attributed to Mark Twain (and others), “I didn’t have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one.” It’s much harder and takes more time to say in fewer words, precise words, what the poet captures. Keep enjoying your life! Thank you for reading and commenting.