Wednesday, January 19, 2005

My Phone's on Vibrate for You

It's amazing how things grab us. Against our will sometimes a face, a sound, a smell, a place will resonate so deeply within we are helpless to do anything but react. Hiking with some kids by the rapids one day, my coworker said, "I love being out in nature, it makes me want to swear." I rolled my eyes at the incongruity. Someone else finding a puppy so tiny and cute he wanted to put it in his mouth. A teenager I knew commenting that being in nature made him want to smoke. And for me, listening to Rufus and wanting to lick the speaker (which I'm guessing would feel the opposite of pleasant). Evocative things, all. I have pondered over the years these separate yet intricately linked comments. When an object pleases one sense, we wish to experience it with more--feel it, taste it, smell it, know it. How very sensual we are. Somehow, though, those yearnings are an invitation to a higher plane. Taste and see the Lord is good; Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God is one; Feel the nail prints, Thomas; prayers like sweet savours of incense; I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I've committed unto Him against that day. These sensations call us, as C. S. Lewis said, further up and further in. Let me not stay by the speaker wishing I could eat the song, smoking and swearing in the beauty of the great outdoors and resisting the urge to put small adorable mammals into my mouth. Let me rather see them as an invitation to something sweeter by far. A stick figure drawing of an actual person. A scratch and sniff of a banquet I can hardly imagine.


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