I was born during an extremely stressful time, the year of the flood when the Fraser River spilled its banks and covered the Greendale community with a layer of mud - six feet high
I am told that I cried for the first six months of my life. I didn’t understand this until I heard Gabor Matte's story and how he too was a crying baby - so much so that his mother took him to the doctor and the doctor told her that all the Jewish babies were crying because of what was happening in Germany at the time. Living through a flood with three little preschool children would have been highly stressful for my mother.
I was also the middle child in a set of cousin triplets and had to share my birthday with two other cousins - one, a miniature Marilyn Monroe, was born the day before me, and a king boy cousin was born the day after. We always had big birthday parties in the summertime but Marilyn Monroe always stole the show which I didn't mind. She always included me in her own way.
I was an average student, not athletic, no specific talents.
I was truly a personified nondescript.
But something did notice me.
My daily chore was to take out the garbage for which I had to walk through the dark night to the edge of the garden. There were no yard lights. It was always pitch black with all kinds of things lurking.
One evening as I dropped the garbage into the big oil drum we used for recycling, I looked up at the stars. They weren't far away - in fact they moved down - and twinkled at me. I felt the presence of the stars noticing me - hovering close - delighting in me.
They say it’s a sparkle of love in the mother's eyes as she looks at her new born baby that bonds them forever in a relationship of secure love.
I was seven years old when I first felt that sparkle of love focusing on me - and only on me.
I was filled with a deep abiding warmth - a memory that has lasted to this day,
Over the years, I’ve had other moments that I call my God moments. Those unexplained coincidences, those highlighted verses in the Bible, that hovering moon looking through my window, that special insight of a friend, that shiver of inspiration when a man of God preaches... there are many God moments.
Our spirit is designed to recognize its creator!
Humans were created in the image of God. True freedom, then, is not found in moving away from that image but only in living it out.” -― Augustine of Hippo