Good Odds Going On?
It’s warm today. And dry. In February. And the next week of weather forecast appears to bring more of the same. So it came as no big surprise—a little, for sure—to find seagulls flying overhead this morning, even though I live about an hour from the Pacific Ocean.
Yes, friends, the drought that has hit me and my southern California neighbors is taking its toll. For once, we’re thinking of ways to not use as much water as we usually do. Do we mellow if it’s yellow (yes, I said it)? Perhaps not wash down our driveways everyday? A whole new sense of responsibility is hitting us (do sense my sarcasm here).
Seriously, though, the oddness of the weather is just one factor in my own life of the oddities of life. And as I look at these places within me, I notice that there is a strong drive to make things easy. To make them right. To make them…controllable. The activities of my life must have some aspect of control, lest I get jumpy, anxious, grumpy, out of sorts.
You’ll remember in the movie Horton Hears a Who that Mr. Mayor’s city council was quite determined to the same thing. When the mayor announced that he had noticed tremors, clouds swirling in the sky, and that sort of thing—“odd goings on”—the council was determined to make sure that they were indeed good odd goings on, all for the sake of maintaining a face of calm and control even when the evidences showed otherwise.
So, whether seagulls fly over your Omaha skies or clouds swirling in the skies show up outside your window, may each of us be willing not to hide ourselves from the truth that is at the end of our noses.