He follows his daddy, knowing that on these mornings, his daddy leaves for the day. His crawl ever quickening, he goes room to room with his daddy. Someday, I know, he’ll practice shaving like his daddy, putting his shoes on, mimicking his daddy’s stride and step.
Nonconformists, the consummate American adjective (also “eclectic”). We go our own ways, the commercials say, piping products that prove our bohemian ways. We blaze our own paths, dance to the beat of a different drum. Culture expects us to discover bands, fashions, hole-in-the-wall restaurants, but to be trendy as we do so. What would happen if I poofed my bangs, like I did in eighth grade, or checkered my socks (and wore them with a plaid mid-calf, low-waist, formless dress)?
I think of my son, giving us zerberts and tickle kisses like we give him. I think of him studying my mouth, touching first mine then his, forming the syllable “baa,” then laughing when I sing “Baa, Baa Black Sheep” (an appropriate song for a knitter!).
“I never thought my kids would be followers,” someone recently said to me, disappointed that her daughters mimicked the actions of other kids, but who among us is not a follower?
“Follow me,” Christ said, so I teach Keegan to be a follower, even as I put my feet in the footsteps left by Christ, stretching my stride to match his in the snow.




Today’s Artuality day! Our theme this month is movies. How have movies or a movie inspired you artistically or spiritually?
It begins in a restored relationship with God, but it doesn’t stop there. That restored relationship spills out into restored relationships with other humans and with the earth. Only in Christ do we discover what it means to be fully human. Only in Christ do we defeat the power of death and evil in our lives and on earth. As we join in Christ’s death, so we join in His victory.





