This morning I had the astonishing joy of dreaming of my brother John Ainsworth Scott, who died in 1983. It was real, palpable almost, an ordinary time of sharing our lives and plans like we always did. It felt like the same best buddies of our early years, when we spent summers wandering the hills and fields in the country, riding our stick “horses,” building forts and chasing the neighbor’s cows. Treasured hours – the freedom to roam where we would, inhabiting the world of our imaginations, creating adventures — a dynamic pair in the world of just us two. We had no idea how lucky we were.
This morning I woke “with” him — so real, so present. It’s amazing the power of the human mind to create such scenarios — or is it God putting them into our hearts? And the image stays, and enlightens, and warms my soul like a “blankie”, a Christmas blessing. And I know that all is well with the world. I’ve asked Johnny so many times to show up and finally he chose to. It well was worth the wait.
The prophet Habakkuk said, ‘wait for the coming of God’, Fr. Greg Boyle, Jesuit priest, reminds me. Prophetic creator of Homeboy Industries in Los Angeles, “G-Dawg” (as the homies call Fr. Greg) has shone a light in the world, offering the hope of jobs and tattoo removal and psychotherapy and love and change to thousands, enlightening the face of criminal justice all over the world in the last 30 years. He’s my hero. Amazing what one devoted soul can bring about with a humble, laughing heart and a smart vision.
Maybe Johnny came this morning to shine a light in this corner of France today. It was worth the 35 year wait.
Blessings at Christmastide, the celebration of God entering the world of humans as Christ consciousness. Simple, and transcendent, and real.