I’m standing in my clothes, waist high in water. I’m baptizing, with my husband, a great friend. I’m invited to join in this ancient ritual, this sacred symbol of the old person buried and rising to new life. I suddenly realize how average I am, how mortal, as I participate in this divine act. This isn’t normal.
All morning, my concept of normal gets pushed aside, flicked far away. First of all, I’m at a worship service in somebody’s front yard, overlooking the mountains. I’m slapping my thighs to the beat of the Bluegrass band. I’m drinking root beer. There’s a banjo, even. Can this be worship? If not, then why am I overcome with the sense of God’s presence? How is this normal?
Then, the woman sharing a picnic blanket with me starts talking about her children. A teenage girl lounges against her, and little girls play with her purse and makeup. She tells me that she always wanted a big family. But these aren’t her biological children. These girls have other mothers. But ask her about the sleepover parties she hosts, the children she loves, and her dreams of running an orphanage and providing foster care.
“Right now, I have so many children, it’s ridiculous. And I’ll have so many more,” she tells me.
She’s a mother in the fullest sense of the word. She has a divine calling to mother. I look around the worship gathering. I can’t even find my children. Then, I see they are with another mother doing a craft. And then, another mother’s daughter lies back into my lap and touches my face. She gazes up at me, and I stroke her hair.
My definitions are so narrow in scope. When I broaden them, let out the hem, loosen the strings, and release the word, I find that what I think is divine, what I think constitutes worship, and what I believe motherhood means changes considerably.
What other words need broader definitions? Living with flair means I don’t limit the meaning of the words that define my life.
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What is normal anyway? I love that communication with the divine or a sense of divine presence can occur in the most obscure places. I feel closest to God in the middle of the lake we go to when I'm all alone on a jetski.