His Voice in the Greetings, and Laughter of Strangers

My Great Aunt Tia Elida mailed a Christmas card to our family and it reads "be very careful when you read this card,"  and I thought this is very unique to say in a card.  She inspired me therefore to obey the only way I know how to be careful so I looked up in the dictionary what careful means, and it means to watch for danger.  And I read and reread the card daily to see if I missed something and to make sure I was taking heed to her warning in her every word in the card, after all she is my moms aunt from her deceased father, and she loves us very much sending us from Rosenberg, Texas cards all the time on holidays wishing us well and praying for us.

  Through her side of the story of losing her brother in a train accident, while he worked on the rail road, she has forever stayed close to his only child, my mother.  He died when she was born which was a significant time hence she was never able to meet her father.  I wanted to do more for my mother and learned along the way that we have French blood in us from my mothers mothers side of the family.  I wasn't able to determine this until over thirty years later. There is a presence that comes around that is the same, today, yesterday, and tomorrow.  This presence comes in a endless age, shape and size, the Holy Spirit.

Hearing his voice in the greetings and laughter of strangers reminds me of the song by the Doors, "People are Strange,"  he mentioned a lot of wisdom of a stranger as I attempt to diligently determine what exactly a stranger is in the fast life, fast life meaning time go's by fast and we're only given 6o years promised from God.  Anyway, the song mentions faces look ugly when your alone, or the Guns and Roses song, "Estranged."  I began to read the lyrics to these beautiful masterpieces of music while I was pregnant and felt along and strange. I didn't care if it felt normal and healthy to feel these things while pregnant, I still researched quite a bit on strangeness.

GNR says in that song, "You can fool yourself you came into the world alone."  So I listened to this hit my whole pregnancy.  I faithfully try to understand His Voice, seek His Voice, and hear it in strangers, but for me to figure that out I had to detach from what I thought a stranger was defined and therefore came up with that we are all strangers learning to attach together from all the detachment.  Transparency its called, who knows.  As I began this quest in I relearn to use my ears and listen to others especially strangers.

Spooky, weird, and freaky is all I come up with when I feel the intensity of this practice of hearing His Voice in the greetings and laughter of Strangers.  It feels more magical while working in crowds such as when I worked at the cinema tearing patron tickets and greeting them with a hello.  There were so many strangers around me that when one person that I thought I knew and was convinced helped me in my life or was good to me shows up from years ago, assuming you'd never see them again kinda moment comes along, you panic or freeze up.  Phobias?  All greetings are full of first impressions and if they linger on in memory then relationships are created.

I guess comfort is a big deal to Western Civilization, and when its absent we begin to feel strange.  Alone.  It doesn't happen often and so I don't expect to run into familiar faces, most of the time the mind can play tricks and someone looks like someone you used to know and this is strange to me.  His Voice is everywhere all the time, in everyone if you are seeking it.  This is what I then come to believe based on my experiences with long term or short term relationships with roles of employers, employees, family, friends, etc.  Someone told me once it was fate instead of strange, not in those words yet whenever we would run into each other as we were growing up convinced of maturity and help from our friends, I didn't see us as strange but that fate brought us together for eternity, yet deep down during my steps in my life this person became the biggest stranger of all with all the missed time dreams and choices or time and just everything seemed to then to fizzle fate out back into estrangement.

Lastly, I think about the start of why I write this silly thing about strangers mostly when its also about laughter in strangers. For me to be careful of what she wrote in her card meant a lot to me, and the intensity I have chosen to portray here is mostly in that we are all strangers here amongst each other since we think we know so much about someone convinces us that its normal and healthy to stay away from strangers, we then I'm convinced find it hard to unite and attach to others from the detachment we don't realize usually on our own.  So I use research with references with questions in dictionaries, and books on certain subjects to figure out my way of what unity is to Him.

And my Great Aunt is the one whom I am inspired by to create new yet short spoken journeys to His Voice in strangers laughter's that echo in memory sometimes taking on different shapes and sizes even ages and seeking His Voice in their greetings.

In the blink of an eye, the twinkle of an eye I believe the holy spirit will come with the rapture forcing strangers world wide to greet and laugh together until then.  I figure that what I hear in greetings and laughter of strangers is the meaning of greeting which is close encounters with someone, getting to know someone, and the laughter is when you are happy or mysteriously find something funny that brings us all together to be known and loved one way or another.  Thats what His Voice reveals to me so far.