I am officially christening the Sunday before Easter as Poplar Sunday. I know there aren't leaves on the trees yet, but in the spirit of recreating a story in this time and space, poplar is what I have to offer.
I think I have an issue with something more than trees. I have an issue with a very out of date story and a culture that exists two thousand years later. Why can't we embrace the world we live in and our amenities and create a story more relevant? People have only done damage to the ancient story by not understanding the cultural context. Like flying palm trees in an Edmonton church, they take the ancient stories and fit them to their Canadian evangelical doctrine. So why not come up with something more culturally significant? Just a thought.
I got a call from a former landlady of mine, and she was overjoyed to find a copy of my book in her collection that I published fourteen years ago. Some recent letters that we have exchanged had her concerned about my spiritual wellbeing. But as she was reading the book, she seems excited that maybe I'm okay. Did she look at the publication date? I am a very different person than I was fourteen years ago. She hopes that I am the same person. It would make her journey a lot less troubled if she didn't know the whole story. Maybe the loving thing for me to do is to just let her believe that I haven't changed since she knew me.
I have no courage to have a phone conversation with her, but I might write her again. I just don't know if I want to keep up the charade. We aren't in regular communication, so maybe I can just send her an Easter card. What if I asked her not to ask any questions that she doesn't want the honest answer for. What if I asked her just to accept her version of the story as true, then I wouldn't have to disappoint her.
She isn't the only one that I fear disappointing with the real story. WWLD: What does Love do?
