This is a continuation of my ‘series’ if you will, on answering the question: In what ways have I been aware of the ‘movement (or Presence) of God’ in my life? This post follows on from a previous one about my childhood. I’m keeping this one short although there is more to come.
I feel a bit silly writing this one, but I’m sure people have had stranger experiences. Perhaps, as you read this, a memory of something happening to you as a child, or even recently, which you can’t quite explain or remember well will come to you. Is there something which left an impression on you of ‘other-worldly-ness’?
As you read, you might like to consider: have you felt something of God growing up even if you had no ‘religion’ or maybe even despite it? I’d love to hear your ruminations and recollections!
The Mysterious Young Stranger
Could he have been an angel? There was an ‘older boy’, perhaps as old as 12, who used to walk me through the narrow path which led from the school yard to the street near mine. I say ‘used to’ like it happened many times. The truth is I don’t remember clearly. It may only have been once though I seems to me to have been a ‘season of visits’. Or it may have been a season of vivid dreams for that matter!
He didn’t walk me all the way to my house from school, and it wasn’t my older brother even though he would have been at the same school then. I imagine that he had fair hair and wore the typical clothes and shoes of a 1963-ish Northern Californian boy. That is, a horizontally stripped blue and white t-shirt tucked into jeans rolled up over high top tennis shoes. With some clarity I do remember sitting on the curb with him and just chatting. I have no idea what we chatted about – perhaps about God. The main thing I recall is that I felt quite safe and protected with him. I felt better about myself because of him. I do wish I could remember more. I was telling a wise friend about this strange memory once and she suggested that perhaps he was an angel! It is wonderful to think that God may have manifested nearness to me in this way.
Whatever else he was, he was a friend. A friend who shared goodness and a touch of God’s nearness with me.
“What draws friends together does not conform to the laws of nature.” – Rumi