Creation

There are those who suggest that the closest humans can get to the traditional view of the Creator God is when they assemble music or words in a unique way, in a form of practically pure creation. The act, of course, doesn't actually occur on paper. It happens in the mind. The mental creative act is often distilled on paper, and then performed with voice or instrument.



One of the highlights of my visits to the food bank is listening to Oren share some of his own poetry. Today we enjoyed both light and sober verses about Christmas, and some darker ones about war and pain. The last one Oren didn't even want to give a voice to, he just passed it to me to read silently.

He was exercising the creator's prerogative.

Oren and Cliff

One of the highlights of my week is the Tuesday morning time I get to spend with my friends at the food bank in Evanston, Wyoming. It's not an overstatement to recognize that I may get more benefit from the association of the people there than the benefit I actually render through any service performed. For example, Kay, whose photos have shown up in so many of my blog posts everywhere during the last six or seven years (like here and here), is a constant example of "walking the talk."

Oren and Cliff are two of my back room buddies. There aren't actually any set jobs at the food bank, but people sort of gravitate into areas in which there's a need. These two men and I spend most of our time in the preparation area packaging foods that will end up in the client area. I have enjoyed the hours we've passed as we've busied our hands while listening to Cliff's observations on life and Oren's poetry and groan-eliciting, pungent puns. And I watch them and hope to emulate.

Their fellowship is the best sort of religion.