On Sunday: Distracted

You, who seek grace from a distracted God.

— Luis Alberto Urrea
The Tijuana Book of the Dead


For days, this line hangs in my head.

I don’t know why. Timing, I suppose. It’s always timing.

And something about the direct appeal: You, who seek . . .

And my "trigger" words:  seek, grace
But it’s the distracted that really gets me: from a distracted God
That’s it, isn’t it?
When we are lost and wandering, when answers seem nowhere, we think God is on vacation, pulled away by bigger problems, bigger people. We are forgotten.
And so these words hang like a necklace, around my neck, close to my heart. Reminder.

Of what, I'm not sure. It's Sunday, and I'm working it out.