The world is small these days.
I love that.
Yesterday morning I was awakened by 11 Facebook messages racing across three continents between my daughters and my niece. I was grumpy late-comer to that party. But whole conversations going on between Finland, Kenya and the northwest corner of the lower United States.
A few minutes ago I said good night to my daughter, who was yawning so wide I felt yawns coming on from this side of the computer screen. I could gladly Skype with her for much longer, but while I'm at noon here in Washington State, she's inching toward midnight on the edge of the Great Rift Valley, so I told her to go to sleep. Still her Mama from the far side of the world.
SK has been a teacher for three whole days now. She's been a resident of Kenya for a month. She told me tonight that the living cross-culturally is easy for her compared to teaching. Just last week she was handed elementary music classes to teach along with her high school choir and strings responsibilities. She doesn't know how long she'll feel overwhelmed by all of it but hopes it won't be the whole year. It won't, I told her. She'll find her rhythm. But in another sense, the feeling out of her depth? That's evidence that's she's exactly where she's meant to be. I've always been amazed at the amazing things that God has done when I've felt out of my depth.
As she would say, #amiright?
But my real point is that we live in a small world. And I'm grateful for it. I'm grateful that I don't have to wait the countless weeks for an airmail to cross a continent, an ocean and another continent (if it flies west) before getting to me from her. I'm grateful that I can see her face when I talk to her. When Beve lived overseas in 1982, his parents didn't have that luxury. His older brother never moved back 'home' again. I try to imagine that as a mother. Letting a child go, knowing our relationship will be based on infrequent, inadequate epistles.
It's hard enough. But maybe I look back and imagine the difficulty of that communication because I know how much better we have it today. Who knows? Maybe that's what my children will say about how WE communicate.
I was thinking after SK hung up about what it would be like to Skype with God. What it would be like to have that instant, face-to-face communication with Him. Now don't go all, "But we already have that" on me. I know that. If we are His, we are always a syllable away from conversation with Him. That's up to us. But I was imagining the ability to SEE Him. To gaze into the throne room of heaven and seek His face for a moment. To say...
But then I started to chuckle.
I would love that.
I dream of that.
But I'd never be able to hang up.
I wouldn't be able to stop staring at His face.
To simply see His face...why, I probably wouldn't be able to speak at all.
This is what life is about, however.
Life ON this earth, I mean. Life without the ability to Skype with God.
We're meant to seek His face.
Here and now.
Wherever we find it.
In whoever's face we see Him.
We are to seek Him in the mirror and in the face of our enemy.
In our neighbors and in the disenfranchised.
In our beloveds and in those we struggle to love.
Seek His face.
My heart says of You, "Seek His face!"
Your face, Lord, will I seek." Psalm 27:8