...He Sometimes Breaks a Window
That title came to mind a week ago. I thought it was clever and fun, but I wasn't so sure about the theological implications.
Joseph--you know, the kid sold into slavery by his brothers--seemed like a pretty solid example of God's redemptive power working in even violent situations. And with that, I decided the title was legitimate. God breaking windows and all.
So what door has remained closed?
Adoption. We're still waiting.
What window just broke?
After work I'm heading to the airport to pick up three girls: Brittany (my wife) and two little ones we're going to be caring for over the next two months "or so" ...meaning, there's no real end date in mind yet.
On the one hand, we get to love and care for two little girls. But we're only surrogates. It's very temporary.
We have the opportunity and joy of having two children. On the other hand, a family is hurting and in such need that they are sending their children away for a while. The pain is palpable.
Open door? No.
Open window? Nope.
But we get to squeeze past a few shards of glass for the time being.
And that's something... something else entirely.
But for now, I'm no longer an expectant father. I'm a surrogate.
Filmmaker, Writer, Surrogate Father