A New Canvas

Welcome to my new blog. A new and fresh canvas to express the random thoughts that sometimes find their way into the mainframe cushioned nicely between my ears.

If you have followed anything else I have written, books or blogs, then you already know that, 1) you are in a very small group, 2) that I appreciate your loyalty and 3) that most of what I have written could be considered on the heavy side. If you have never read anything I previously composed and feel compelled to do so, you can find the links at the bottom of this page. The more the merrier!

Yesterday was a day of epiphanies. It began with a trip to my favorite big box store which resulted in the idea for a new and lighter blog and from which came the name, Is God in my pajamas?   I will explain that in just a moment.  The day ended with a trip to the local Department of Motor Vehicles which resulted in the story for the first blog post.

I think it sometimes may appear as if I am perpetually serious or maybe a bible thumping, wanna-be- religious nut. Neither is true. I can be serious and I do love the Lord. When I write about addictions it is hard not be somber, or if I write about faith it requires a demonstration of seriousness. But God blessed me with a sense of humor, a sarcastic wit and appreciation for both.

I have long thought that God has a great sense of humor, but it almost seemed like blasphemy to acknowledge this character trait of our powerful Maker. Seldom does a day go by that I do not hear or see the humor of God, but I have always kept my observations to myself. Until now.  I owe this rise to a young boy named Jacob.

His name, Jacob, is all I really know about this young boy. I know that is his name because his grandmother used it at least ten times while I stood behind her at the checkout lane of the big box store.

“Jacob, get over here.”

“Jacob, put that down.”

“Jacob, be still.”

You get the picture. Now Jacob has a younger sister, I don’t know her name. She sat in the cart as her grandmother loaded her groceries and dealt with Jacob. I heard the little girl ask her grandma if Jacob was in trouble.

“Not yet.” she replied.

“God wants him to behave, right Grandma?” The little girl inquired.

“That’s right.”

Jacob joined the conversation, “We’re not in church right now.”

“God is everywhere, right Grandma.”

“That’s right. So Jacob, behave yourself.”

My turn to check out had finally arrived, but not before I saw the smile cross the face of young Jacob as he asked his Grandmother,

“Is he in my pajamas?”

Grandma walked away before I could hear her reply but I am sure that it was grandmotherly.

Jacob’s question lingered in my ears for quite some time. Is God in my pajamas?  A question unlikely ever once pondered by the great theologians.  Does his omnipresence cross the lines of our night clothes?  I thought of the hundreds of occasions when I had asked God, “Are you here?”

If you, or young Jacob were to ask me today, is God everywhere, my answer would be resounding yes; as long as we let him in, as long as we acknowledge his existence. He is not intrusive until required. And then you had better watch out.

So I owe the tittle of this new blog to little Jacob, thank you. And thank you for giving me a thought to ponder in the early hours of the morning. I hope it will lead to good stories to share. You see Jacob; I do believe that God is everywhere that I am. Because without him, I am not who I am.