Monday, May 24, 2010
Magpie Tale #15
Fish, the ancient sign for Christ. I will make you fishers of men.
Jonah in the belly of the fish for three days.
The feeding of the five thousand with fish and loaves.
These images come into my mind as I peruse the items on the table of this New Age shop that is going out of business;carved wooden fish strewn across the distressed oak. As these thoughts enter me I am overcome with complete and utter sadness, aware of the emptiness that dwells within me dragging me down further and further each day. My body becomes overwhelmed with intense longing.
Dusty Bible passages from my youth seep into my mind as I pick up the fish and roll them around in my hand:
Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavily laden, and I will give you rest.
Cast all your cares upon Him, for He careth for you. Tears perch on the rims of my eyes.
Had He really heard the groanings of my soul, or is it the hunger in my belly having not eaten much in the last three days that I feel?
I take the fish to the register to ask the price,telling the girl the thoughts that had come to my mind regarding them.
"These aren't ours," said the nose pierced girl at the counter.
"But I found them on the table over there."
"Well I can call my boss, but I never saw them before."
"Don't bother," I say, putting them down, "I don't need the wooden fish anyway."
As I exist the store I turn back to take one last look, my last five dollars still in my pocket -a dumpy, going out of business, New Age shop
...where I found something that wasn't supposed to be there.