Then Buster, restless, hops off the couch and starts gagging. I couldn’t extricate myself from Bonnie and the blanket quickly enough to get him outside, and he expels most of his breakfast right there on the carpet. Horrified, I run to grab a rag and cleaning supplies. When I come back, Bonnie has already been at the surprise treat. “#$&*@$~ Bonnie!” I yell, flinging her aside so I could clean it up. And I can hardly do it because I’m laughing so hard. And I'm pretty sure Jesus is laughing with me.
It was classic: the intersection of the heavenly and human in all its messed-up glory. Holy moments juxtaposed with the most earthy and unscripted ones. Like the first Christmas, where the Divine entered the world in a stable reeking with animal dung.
Here's to a day full of joy, in all its abundant imperfection!