And now is where we let strangers live with us

31 December 2015

Our basement rental is finally ready to go!

I have been scouring KSL for necessary items in every waking hour, so this feels like quite the feat to have done.  Ryan's focus was finishing up the remodel in our laundry room, and my focus was to furnish and clean the basement for renters.  We've been working eight hour days, and then working another five hours in the evenings on our house.  For dayssss. 

We make an extremely good team, because I love to clean, furnish, and decorate, and Ryan loves to repair, fix, and build.  And we are learning just how top-quality we both like to be in our work, and we respect that in each other.

Here's to subsidizing our mortgage until we have enough babies to fill our space.




Year-End Meeting

A New Years Eve meeting at Ryan's work.

I love having business meetings with Ryan.  I never focus well because he walks around the room with a dry erase marker in hand and speaks so articulately.  I can only stare at him and think about how smart and attractive he is.
"What do you think CFO?" As he raises one eyebrow at me.  Oh he is so handsome!!

"Wait, um, what?"  I say.

7 pm, and this meeting is over.  Now off for our Happy New Years quiet evening.


Upward and onward,


Drifting off to sleep on high thoughts

30 December 2015

I loved falling asleep to the sound of Ryan drilling and hammering in our laundry room. I would have stayed up to watch him, but I was so tired.  Just earlier, I was standing in there with him reading the scriptures aloud.  I'm in the latter part of 3 Nephi, and I believe this is the crux of the whole book.  It's sooooo alive.

As he worked on a slight remodel project and I would read, we'd point out the parts we thought were interesting and talk about them. Like Christ purposefully leaving holes in the Gospel that He wants our faith to fill.  Or how genuinely seeking understanding opens us to huge chambers of wisdom. Or how all the actions we do are like signing Christs name right beneath them as His own work.  That really magnified to me as I thought about it falling asleep.  Because the last several months, I have submitted so many tax returns under Jon's name, and he has trusted that my work is accurate.  That shows such a high level of trust that one's caliber is at the height of the other.  Do my actions reach a level that Christ would have done Himself if in my situation?  mmmm, maybe not always.  I'll keep this in mind to do better.

I love the Spirit. I love Ryan.  This is the only time in my life I have kept my bedroom door open so I can fall asleep to the sound of a drill.  Never has something sounded so soothing as hard-working-and-protective-husband noises.

Upward and onward,


Best Reads in 2015

This has been my best year yet for best reads!  I discovered several new great novelists and some new wise mentors!  As such, I have to give out a couple awards in each category!  And then, of course, I selected an author whose writing is just so keenly on point! 


Best Discovered Novelist:  Jojo Moyes and Liane Moriarty

Best New Mentor:  Carol Tuttle,  Louise Hay,  and M. Catherine Thomas

Best Writing:  Elizabeth Gilbert


Below is my bookshelf of best reads in 2015:





(See 2014 Best Reads Here)


Upward and onward,



Self

28 December 2015



When you fail [or when life fails you], you don't need more discipline to get yourself going again.  You need self-forgiveness [and self-love].

Listening to Elizabeth Gilbert and Brene Brown in a podcast together.  These womens' minds are so beautiful; I almost want to cry that they are merging their thoughts into one discussion!  Today, I loved how Brene talked about ONLY sharing your personal self when all the healing and reconciliation is done.  Then, in the time when you do decide to share, others opinions mean nothing.  You don't need them for your healing.  Yours is always yours to keep holding.

So sacred.  So much power in holding yourself tight in compassion and care.  I know this to be one of the truest truths.

Self, I love you.  You have endured a lot.  And you are safe to keep releasing it in the space and time that you need.  You are so abundant.


Upward and onward,






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Building a home and beautiful love

27 December 2015



We drove out of North Ogden canyon right at the peak of the day, heading home from a Christmas vacation in Eden.  The sun was bright and the snow on all the pine trees was breathtaking.

We stopped at a couple places on the drive home to pick up items for our house. Of which, one stop was to get a washer and dryer. 

We arrive home and warm ourselves up to a steamy plate of chunky veggie spaghetti, both dancing around the kitchen as we do our part in preparing the meal.  We clean up for awhile, continuing to find new places for thing, and then we endeavor to unload the washer and dryer from the bed of Ryans truck. After heaving and hauling and pushing and pulling, hoisting and holding, Ryan says, "let's never do that again." We agree that we'll call someone next time. But Ryan and I do make a good team. My patience was so strong today, and I have felt completely relaxed at every inconvenience and strain. Ryan is that way always. 

Then we sit side-by-side on our couch, and while he finishes up some work, I read next to him with my arm around him and lots of kisses on the cheek. 

It is an amazing feeling to build a home with someone. How we are away from the world, in this huge house, just the two of us. Really, just the two of us. No family near. The city a ways away.  And our neighborhood feeling so quiet and distant from us. So we sit all alone in a huge room in the dim mass of night, snuggling on the couch. I thought of how much Ryan trusts me, mainly emotionally.  How I hold so much stewardship over his well-being.  How a spouse really believes in the commitment and devotion of the other.  That thought was so powerful to me!  So I turned to him and told him these thoughts and that I want to be the best companion for him that he can imagine.

I want to bottle this feeling of being so united and intimate and in love with the one you're with. All day, as we gather and build our home and lives together, I am so grateful to be with Ryan. He is a man I truly respect and admire.

And right now, he is building a mouse trap to catch the little rodent I saw scurry across the kitchen. He's so industrious and brilliant.

And I love him.




Upward and onward,




White Christmas in the mountains

25 December 2015

 



Ryan and I are on a nice Christmas vacation with Ryan's family, tucked into the mountain town of Eden, with heavy snow falling all around and loving people and food everywhere.  There is a lot of good food, good company, and an ongoing ping-pong tournament.  Everyone is eager for all the snow activities like sledding, snowboarding, and their annual Nazarene dinner on Christmas Eve.  I have a high amount of fatigue from rapid packing, cleaning, moving, and unpacking and more cleaning recently.  As Ryan and I snuggle into bed on our first night of this get-a-way, I confess my exhaustion to him.  He is so sweet to me all the time.  He wraps me up and forms a plan for me the following day that I can have some quiet time and reassures me that he'll take care of me.  I really appreciate his patience and support.

I definitely enjoyed a good long run in the mountain briskness.

Upward and onward,








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Getting settled. In both home and heart.

23 December 2015


Well, Ryan and I have moved into our home.  What a whirlwind.


In the month between going under contract and closing on the home, I daydreamed endlessly about the life that would be lived within those walls.  It was the most beautiful and peaceful haven in my mind.  The sun shines through the windows every morning.  I cook and bottle healthy and satisfying meals.  I begin an herb collection.  We start a garden and finish the kitchenette in the basement to nourish our budding plants and wash our green thumbs in the sink after working in the yard all day.  The other white corner nook in the basement becomes a creative learning and artistic space for our children.  And the main studio would be used for being physically active and learning from books and each other.  And of course, children would come to us quickly and healthily and fill the home with their personalities.  None of my demons existed in this home.  It was without stress, worry, and pain.  It was full of love, and knowledge, and activity, and spirit.  It was a sanctuary in every way.

And then the home closed, and I was grossly sick to my stomach for a couple days.  I pressed on with packing, cleaning, and moving, but it was just motions of necessity.  My sleep was rocky, and my work was sacrificed heavily.   

We have moved in now, and the home itself is slowly becoming less frightening to me.  It is not yet comforting or cozy.  But I am working very diligently to make it so.  Ryan always calls me a work horse because I have been continuously pouring myself into this home.   I have been scrubbing and deep cleaning every last nook, and I have been gently greeting it, letting myself become known to it and it to me.  I assure the home that we will treat it well.  It helps both of us that we are coming to know each other, and I can feel it's grateful energy from my keen attention to it.

I have also been listening to Big Magic while I clean.  It is an astounding book and certainly one of my favorites now.  I listened to it three times as I deep cleaned every crack of this home.

Ryan and I are so thrilled to build this home into the sanctuary we envision.  And of course that will come more from my own mind versus the house itself, but I do believe that we will find ourselves very fulfilled here.  I give myself that time.  Time to get settled; time to tackle some low-hanging fix-up projects; and time to settle myself from all the uproar of new ownership.

Unseen blessings that have already come from this home:

-Having Russell and his wife so close (Ryan's best friend).  I can't wait to go to dinner with them.  They are such real, grounded people.

-Having Brittany so close (one of my best friend's from college).  She has already come by to visit several times, and I am beyond grateful to have such a dear friend so close.

-Our ward.  This is by far the most welcoming ward Ryan and I have ever encountered.  EVERYONE greeted us on Sunday, and they were stoked out of their minds to have new members. 

-My friend Emily happens to be in this ward, and she and her husband were so generous and helpful during the move, providing meals and assistance.

-We live in the city of Herriman, but on the property of Riverton.  Because this is one of the oldest neighborhoods in this town, so it was still inclded in Riverton when it was built, while the city of Herriman later grew around it.  And this is SO fanstastic because we pay Riverton taxes, which are much lower, given the box stores in Riverton that subsidize with sales tax and also the conservative mayor with spending is low.  Whereas Herriman generates no sales tax and is all about spending and building, so their property taxes are twice as much!  So we get incredible amenities from the town, but we don't have to pay for them.  Also, Riverton's water source is from irrigation water, so that helps too.

-The entrance to our neighborhood is completely open to the vast mountain range of the Salt Lake Valley.  Driving anywhere, the mountains are so stark and pristine.  It's open and beautiful!



I accept all energy so I can keep building this home.
I give myself patience to let everything come together in time.
I give myself a lot of love and security for the journey of buying this home.
I give myself permission to open up and receive the safety and kindness that exists in the world.
I am honored to have the life I do - the home above me, the husband by me, and the job that fulfills my mind.
I am continually brave and strong.


Upward and onward,









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Eccentric somebody's

14 December 2015


Today is so cozy.  Sitting in my office listening to Christmas music and the snow plow outside.  Thinking of Ryan, always, and also my dear friend Katie who came over on Saturday to make homemade tomato soup with us.  It was exactly what I needed.  The connection and the warm food.


I have taken a tiny break from working on the financials of one of my clients because these words jolted me. It is a simple repost from Meg Fee's blog.




"What I am in the eyes of most people--a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person--somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest o f the low. All right, then--even if that were absolutely true, then I should like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart." 

Vincent Van Gogh (in a letter to his brother in 1882. Van Gogh's work when almost totally unrecognized during his lifetime).




I give myself permission to show my eccentric authenticity, because I believe it is valuable.


Upward and onward,









Our New Home



I love thinking about our life in the house we're moving into.  It has been so nice to continually enlarge this warm, bright daydream during this chilly, dark winter time. 

Like the huge garden we plan to build.  The chickens we will raise.  The food canning we plan to do.  The recipes I want to test and perfect.  The healthy and self-sustained lives we will lead.  The hard-working and satisfied bodies we will have.

I think about our basement with the yoga studio facing the sunrise.  With all the children's bedrooms.  I want it to be a technology free, open space.  A space of curiosity and discovery.  I picture the large basement room a mirror on the back wall.  We can all dance, work-out, meditate and observe ourselves.  We can use the wall as a teaching tool, writing new vocabulary words we are learning on the mirror.  I imagine a reading space in the sunny corner with a globe and drawing paper.  In the other corner, Ryan will install a mud sink and we'll tend our plants before we take them outside to the garden.

We will finally be permanently located.  A solid family in the ward, sharing our beliefs about Zion communities and living those beliefs with our neighborhood.  Meeting our neighbors and baking for them.  Going for runs into the mountains.  Finding the local stores and restaurants to help support.  Make friends and build a network.

I imagine Ryan and myself.  We are already better people than we were when we first got married.  And I see us as our best selves in this home.  Happy, hard-working, always learning, always teaching.  This home feels so warm and protected already, safe from evil influence, clear of draining and wasteful thoughts.  Insulated with positive and loving energy.  Ryan is so excited for the handyman work and yard care.  I am so excited for all the cleaning and decorating that awaits me.

I believe we are beginning a very happy era.

Upward and onward,




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Lucky to be with Ryan

13 December 2015

I am so lucky to be married to Ryan.  I am lucky to be married, period.  I hope to never forsake what a blessing it is to be inside this covenant.  I paid my dues in the world of dating and heart ache and abandonment and divorce and grief, and I am SO lucky to have been given the opportunity to find someone so synchronous with myself and settle in permanently and safely.  Someone who is so true and dedicated to this huge commitment.  In sickness and in health; in poverty and wealth; in stressful times and times of still flow.  I love the security with Ryan.  Love the stability.  I love the way that this marriage has opened life's doors of progression in an exciting way.

And I'm lucky that I am bound with Ryan.  He and I truly balance each other in the most personally crucial ways.  My greatest flaws tango well with his greatest strengths, and vice versa.  We teach each other, we support each other, we so deeply admire the other person.  Just this morning, as Ryan was holding me on the couch because I felt bogged down with fertility and homebuying and lease-selling, and he held me and said, "we like to support each other.  That is why we got married in the first place isn't it?  You love supporting me, and I love supporting you.  And that's all we need to do right now."

He is so patient and loving.  Always.  This man never has a sour mood.  He's so laidback and chill.  It makes life so easy to operate. He also encourages me so much. 

And also, I love that he loves to sleep in so late.  Because I LOVE early, early mornings on the weekend and being in the stillness of free, unencumbered, and completely alone quiet time.  As I am now, just thinking about him.



Upward and onward,

Honesty Box: Mortgages

So as it turns out, the most awesome thing about buying a house

is the mortgage....

I remember learning in school - "The mitochondria is the power house of the cell.."  And at 14, I'm like, "Okay, do you have anything more.... useful for me?  Like, how do you pay taxes and buy a house? I wonder about the true security of my future."  And teachers are like, "no this is crucial."  And now, someone hands me a mortgage document and I'm like THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWER HOUSE OF THE CELL.  Oh wait, sorry, that's still irrelevant.   So I just keep reviewing these mortgage papers and signing my name.  I have only been doing this for 4 weeks now.  Only.  I hope that I will still be an American citizen with rights to my car, husband, and ovaries by the time this is through.  But if I get deported naked, then I will know I signed something I shouldn't have. 

CALICO CATS CANNOT BE MALE.

Yet again, another useless high school fact that has yet to make itself of service.


Upward and onward,



Happy Moments!


Happy Moments!

Alie's beautiful message to me.  She and I were in the same ward when we were 19, and later, when I was in grad school, her husband and I were in a humanities class together.  We always sat together, basically choking down our shirt collars because it was SOO ridiculous.  I admire her SO much.




Angie's class at school.  So fun to imagine her teaching.  And also hearing about all these children, particularly the one coined, "Demon."
  


Brennan holding the new family cat!  Love this kid!  I'm sure I'll love the kitty too.

  


And, turns out, Ryan is my 13th cousin twice removed.  I looked it up after we got married, just to know.  Ha!
 

Testimony's and Pianos

07 December 2015

Yesterday Ryan suggested we bear our testimonies during fast and testimony meeting, since it was our last Fast Sunday in this ward, and the bishop had wanted us to give talks and suggested this as an alternative.  I really appreciated his suggestion, because we both needed a surge of spiritual connection.  Personally and together.  I went first and I talked about how last year I really studied compassion - vulnerability, empathy.  And this year I really studied acceptance.  Just loving things as they are.  And that led me to a lot of meditation and seeing the light in all things.  Everything points back to Christ.  And we can really elevate ourselves as human beings and feel His light more wholly and perfectly.  Then I bore testimony that I have such a solid testimony of His existence.

Then Ryan stood up and discussed all the pets his family had growing up, talking specifically about fish.  He talked about the difference between fresh water and salt water fish, and that one could not survive in the wrong environment.  And then he brought up the scripture about our states of happiness, and that since we are literal offspring of a Heavenly Father, we belong in fresh water environments and we begin to shrivel in the wrong environments.  It was such a beautiful testimony.

And then I headed off to Primary, as my first, and second to last day as the Primary pianist.  I LOVED it!  I haven't touched a piano in over a decade, but I played so well!  I loved being in there!  Ryan got out early and was standing outside the primary waiting for me.  When I came out, he said, I didn't know you could play that good!

A good day.

Upward and onward,

Autumn trip to Moab

23 November 2015


Ryan and I took a nice fall roadtrip down to Moab this weekend.  Ryan's brother was the lead in his high school play, and so the family decided to recruit everyone to be in attendance, and also enjoy a nice Thanksgiving meal while we were all in town. 

Since Ryan's family is quite large, and ever growing as new people marry in, not everyone can fit in his parents home, so Ryan and I were the lucky winners to stay in the Sunflower Hill Inn.  Which is the Bed and Breakfast that Ryan's family owns and operates.  We stayed in the "Apple Cellar" room, which was basically the size of our apartment back home.  It was a perfect autumn cottage get-a-way.

Everything at the bed and breakfast follows this country cottage theme, and soft music plays in the lobby all the time, and you are at liberty to eat as many of the cook's desserts and snacks, and borrow the movies from the office, or take and leave some books in their lounge area.  And the innkeeper just goes about his duties of raking the leaves and smiling at you.  It's such bliss.  Until you're sitting at the table in the commons area at 10pm, snacking on cookies and hot chocolate with your husband, and some hippie man sneaks into the room in nothing but his bathrobe and tries to covertly return a candle to the center piece of your table. 

And as for the play that Neal was starring in, he blew it out of the water.  It was Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat, which was Ryan and I's first time seeing it, and it was awesome!  Neal's voice was levels above anyone else's, particularly the 11 brothers.  Who were cracking and going flat all over the place.  It was great.

Then we enjoyed a nice Thanksgiving meal, and I taught Ryan's family my favorite game - Psychiatrist!

It was a perfect weekend.

Upward and onward,


 





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The house on the hill

17 November 2015



Last Thursday was a special day for me.

Ryan had left town early that morning.  I only remember hearing a soft knock on our front door, and then Ryan leaping out of bed, throwing on a sweatshirt, and kissing me goodbye.  He's off getting us a Thanksgiving turkey :)

I woke up earlier than the sun, feeling a special feeling inside like it's Christmas morning.  I work out and head in the opposite direction from my work.  I am driving west to meet up with our realtor for another home tour.  Ryan and I have spent most of our evenings touring every house along the Wasatch.  And on this particular day, I am house hunting solo, on a home that Ryan and I really really really really like.  Given the pictures on the internet.  And it was because of this extreme like that I awoke feeling like it was Christmas.

I arrive at the home around 7:45 am, before my realtor.  I'm standing directly in front of the home, with my feet together and my hands in the pockets of my white pea coat, watching the sun come over the mountains behind the house.  Spencer greets me and lets us into the house.  We wander around.  Flipping the lights on, peering in every room,  and walking through the backyard.  I admire the home's layout and its quirks.  It fits the bill to everything Ryan and I have been looking for.


For the rest of the day, I'm daydreaming about morning sunrises inside a cozy home.  Running around in the yard at dusk. And Ryan and I can't stop talking about our dreams to have a family, full of hobbies and curiosity, together.

Now, four days later, Ryan and I have entered into a contract for this yellow house on the hill.  Quarter acre yard, a garden, plenty of bedrooms for Stucki babies, and above it all, we have inherited a full-on chicken coop in the backyard and yoga studio in the basement.

Did I mention Ryan is still on a hunting trip?  And now that's what you do when your husband leaves town, you buy a house.

And here's the Mr:   mmmm, I love what a MAN he is. 


Upward and onward,


Love, said Father Martin.

10 November 2015




My little apartment is silent.
Except for the blurring exhale of the heater.

Ryan is helping a widow in our neighborhood with home repairs.
He left with his tool set, wearing those outdoor work pants that I super like on him.
Right after he made us dinner of fish and veggies.
This man.



And I am curled up in the center of our couch, in the middle of our spotless, empty living room, with twinkle lights in the tree next to me, reading the conversion tale of Piscine Patel from Hinduism to Christianity.  Which is: The Life of Pi, chapter 17.

Before I dive in, to give weight to when I speak for my respect for certain books, here is a bit about me and my bookshelf-

I do not believe in owning books that do not repetitively entertain or that do not profoundly move me, so that their presence in my home is like having one's brilliant mind that I've intimately connected with accessible to me at the drop of a dime.  Otherwise, I am fine with all the other books I like being a car's reach away at the library.  My bookshelf is pruned and primed like that of a minimalist woman, and it only contains books that feel so important to me as to be something like an extension of my own mind.  I am eager to read all of Ryan's books now that we've joined libraries, and perhaps broaden my tastes to his strong economic and law interests.  I savor Ryan's mind, so I'm excited to see what words hold him.

And in my home library, The Life of Pi has made my cut.

To start, it is in the setting of India - the first international country I ever set foot, so I have a great nostalgia when I read.  Also, this book carried substantial meaning to me before I even read it.  You see, I grew up in a small white-girl gang.  There were four of us, starting as 9 year-old hoodlums.  The types of organized criminal youth who glued their body parts to each other's with gluesticks and crawled around on the floors underneath blankets, croaking, "Mauled by bears.  Mauled by bears."  Basically, we were forced into this cult because we each made no sense to anyone, so upon discovering each other, our nonsense was now appreciated.  And also, extremely hysterical.  And upon that bond is how it all began.  We were each of different hair color and different faiths.  Mormon, Catholic, Agnostic, and spiritually into angels and auras.  And each one of us literarily curious, to some degree, drawn to books in our own interests and backgrounds.  Except, The Life of Pi made a mark on each one of our reading lists.  We all found it religiously beautiful.  And due to our diversity, I found that fascinating.


For me, Chapter 17 is perfect to standalone.  It is so provoking towards the intensity of Christ's atoning love.  Though it is not discussed in a traditional sense.  And by that I mean, not told in the language we use, nor the descriptive phrases we say.  And it doesn't start in our same point - where we are already widely saturated to the story, and it feels like a tale we were raised on.  This chapter is told from the perspective of a zookeeper's son who is raised Hindu.  And when introduced to Christ, the "avatar of God on the earth", against the powerful Hindu Gods, Christ makes no sense to him.  And as this boy continues to think about Christ's life, it makes less and less sense.  Until finally, the lack of sense in Christ NOT being a mighty and huge God, above the ranks of human mortality, finally depicts what a man of humble love He was.  And that depth of love is something this Hindu boy has never felt so close to him.  Christ was this boy's first awareness of a god who doesn't not reign as one, but is as just one of us, a man.

My favorite passage condensed (with a bit of my own additions so that it flows):

"And what a story.  The first thing that drew me in was disbelief.  What?  Humanity sins but it's God's Son who pays the price?  I tried to imagine Father saying to me, '[description of all the zoo animals hurting and killing each other].  Something must be done.  I have decided that the only way the lions can atone for their sins is to feed you to them.'
 

'Yes, Father, that would be the right and logical thing to do.  Give me a moment to wash up.'  

'Hallelujah, my son.' 
'Hallelujah, Father.'  

What a downright weird story.  What peculiar psychology.

I asked for another story, one that I might find more satisfying.  Surely this religion had more than one story in its bag--religions abound with stories.  But Father Martin said their religion had One Story, and this is the one that they came back again and again, over and over.  It was story enough for them. 

"That a god should put up with adversity, I could understand.  The gods of Hinduism face their fair share of thieves, bullies, kidnappers, reversals of fortune, treachery, yes.  But humiliation?  Death?  I couldn't imagine Lord Krishna consenting to be stripped naked, whipped, mocked, dragged through the streets and to top it off, crucified--and at the hands of mere humans, to boot.  I'd never heard of a Hindu god dying.  Devils and monsters did, as did mortals, by the thousands and millions.  Matter, too, fell away.  But divinity should not be blighted by death.  It's wrong.  It was wrong of this Christian God to let his avatar die.  The Son must have the taste of death forever in His mouth.  The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father.  Why would God not leave death to mortals?  Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect?"

"Love," said Father Martin.

Coming from the backlight of Hindu God's who are powerful and mighty and shine, putting down evil and coming to grand rescues.  And then there is Christ.  Who gets tired and hungry and is heckled.  "What kind of god is that?  It's a god on too human of a scale, that's what.  There are miracles, yes, mostly of a medical nature, a few to satisfy hungry stomachs; at best a storm is tempter, water is briefly walked upon.  Any Hindu god can do a hundred times better.  This Son is a god who spent most of His time telling stories, talking.  This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god--and in a hot place, at that--with a stride like any human stride, and when He splurged on transportation, it was a regular donkey.  This Son is a god who dies in three hours, with moans, gasps and laments.  What kind of a god is that?  What is there to inspire in this Son?"

"Love," said Father Martin.

"And this Son appears only once, long ago, far away?  Among an obscure tribe in backwater of West Asia on the confines of a long-vanished empire?  Is done away with before He has a single grey hair on His head?  Leaves not a single descendant, only scattered, partial testimony, His complete work doodles in the dirt?  Wait a minute.  This is more than Brahman with a serious case of stage fright.  (Brahman is the Hindu version of Heavenly Father).  This is Brahman practically unmanifest.  If Brahman is to have only one son, He must be abundant, no?  What could justify such divine stinginess?"

"Love," said Father Martin.

"I'll stick to my Krishna, thank you very much.  I find his divinity utterly compelling.  You can keep your sweaty, chatty Son to yourself,"

"And yet, I couldn't get Him out of my head.  Still can't.  I spent three solid days thinking about Him.  The more He bothered me, the less I could forget about Him.  And the more I learned about Him, the less I wanted to leave Him. 

That love.  A measure of that love is not matched in Hinduism.
 
"Father, I would like to be a Christian."


Upward and onward,







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