Frequently I dream that I can fly.
My flying is more like treading water in the air.
It's not effortless, but
When I'm doing it, it makes perfect sense, even though I realize that
Apparently most (all?) other people can't do the same.
But last night there was a new element:
Almost everyone else was trying to make me stop
And were accusing me of
Heresy or blasphemy or pride or something.
One of my first flights was taken right at the front of a worship service
And I guess I was showing off a bit,
But mainly I wanted to let people know
"Um, I can fly."
(It seemed important at the time, but)
They kept trying to make me stop and
I kept flying whenever I had a chance, not so much to be rebellious
But because I *wanted* to fly.
(And I wasn't very good and needed practice.)
No one seemed particularly interested in understanding
How I was able to fly or
Whether they could if they tried.
They just wanted me to stop and to lock me up.
And I just kept saying,
"Um, I can fly."
A conversation I heard last night at Youth Synod reunion dinner
about some 3rd person unknown to me:
One person: "Him? He's always mad."
Other person: "No, he's not he's always smiling."