God

14 | Mercy All Around Us

The next morning, I woke up tired: Zeke had woken us a couple of times with crying and throw up, and by morning, we had draped his bed with towels, and the washing machine thundered with the soiled fitted sheets, pajamas, and blankets from the nighttime. I opened my eyes, staring at a blurry ceiling and remembered in a flash that today we’d finally learn what was wrong with my eye. Just a few more hours of not knowing, I thought, and I sat up suddenly. Jeremy sighed and turned onto his stomach, burrowing his face into his pillow. I looked at my phone and saw a text from Kiley: “Can definitely still watch Hope. We’re planning on it. Keep me posted if anything changes.”

I smiled and whispered, “Thanks, God.”

14 | Mercy All Around Us

Need-Machines - March 18, 2009 | Part 2

“So what is this passage all about, then?” says Suze. We all quiet and stare at the words again, looking for answers.

Anthony looks up suddenly, already grinning, and says, "Kids are need-machines!"

We all begin to laugh, and I glance over at you, trying to catch your eye. "What are you talking about?" I say.

"I get it,” Kristina says, nodding. “Kids are needy. They're not embarrassed to ask for what they need, right, babe? They're pretty bold, actually."

“Exactly,” says Anthony, who winks at Kristina.

Need-Machines - March 18, 2009 | Part 2

Need-Machines - March 18, 2009 | Part 1

We six – you, me, Anthony, Kristina, Suze and Lis (AKA “Shack”) – sit in a circle on the carpet on your parents' living room floor, Bibles and theological commentaries on the book of Mark spread out in front of us. Our group has been slowly shrinking as it becomes less social club and more revival, and former members like Karen and the expert swing dancer have been getting too busy to come, and today even a few regulars can’t make it.

Need-Machines - March 18, 2009 | Part 1