Monday, July 11, 2011

Making Sapce for God

The Father knocks at my door seeking a home for his son.

Rent is cheap, I say

I don’t want to rent, I want to buy, says God.

I’m not sure I want to sell,

but you might come in to look around.

I think I will, says God.

I might let you have a room or two.

I like it, says God. I'll take the two.

You might decide to give me more some day.

I can wait, says God.

I’d like to give you more, but it’s a bit difficult;

I need some space for me.

I know, says God, but I’ll wait. I like what I see.

Hmm, maybe I can let you have another room.

I really don’t need that much.

Thanks, says God. I'll take it. I like what I see.

I’d like to give you the whole house

but I’m not sure -

Think on it, says God. I wouldn’t put you out.

Your house would be mine and my son would live in it.

You’d have more space than you’d ever had before.

I don’t understand at all.

I know, says God, but I can’t tell you about that.

You’ll have to discover it for yourself.

That can only happen if you let them have the whole house.

A bit risky, I say.

Yes, says God, but try me.

I’m not sure -- I’ll let you know.

I can wait, says God. I like what I see.

by Margaret Halaska, O.S.F.

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