There’s this clunky urge in me to always take a picture.
To try to capture a moment so that I can remember the smells and the moods and the words and the looks tied to it.
I’ve done it before in all kinds of places and at all kinds of times. The moment seems so absolutely perfect that I start fumbling through pockets or bags to find the right camera with the right setting at the right time in the right light to get it captured––stored––for later use.
It feels clunky. Like I’m crashing through the moment with some back-to-the-future kind of gear in an effort to trap its perfect mystery.
So that I can pull some more of the energy from it later on. Or the smell. Or the mood. Or the words and the looks.
But they were tied to the moment. And as the moment goes, so they go.
And then I find myself, after the moment…maybe days or weeks or years…wishing I had stopped my clunky fumble for a camera to capture something fleeting, but rather sat and enjoyed its fleeting nature when I realized the kind of moment I was in.
There’s a danger to trusting this kind of thin space, the moments when time and heaven and earth not so much collide together, but rather when our eyes suddenly notice that they’ve always been dancing together. In trusting the thin space, we have to only take from it what it offers us.
We have to trust what it will leave in us.
What it will do to us.
What it speaks to of a kingdom future for us.
There’s no trapping it for more of anything.
And it goes.
I had one of those moments last night: Sitting in the back yard eating a community-made meal, catching up over good wine with stellar people. I fought the grab-my-camera urge for about thirty minutes, and then the freedom of trusting the thin space found me.
I had one of those moments a week ago: Sitting on the stairs in a home eating a community-made meal, catching up over good wine with stellar people.
There are no pictures to take me back to either.
But both moments are faithful in what they have graciously offered to leave behind for me.
And I will trust that it was worth not grabbing the camera.