Click.

I got a camera about a month ago. I'm no good at using it. It is far too complicated for me. But I'm enjoying trying. Every chance I get. Click. Every emotion. Click. Every exchange. Click.

It's actually getting annoying, I'm sure. "Oh, could you do that again? I'm not sure what aperture is, but I think I need to change it. Click. ... Hold that hug, Click. Got it." It could be an intimate moment or a soup can on the counter. Click.

This morning I had the privilege of hearing my daddy preach at church. I always love when he does. This morning he was preaching on persisting in prayer, like the widow who went before the unrighteous judge. The sermon was great. The response was astounding.

In the sermon, my dad used the illustration of a friend of our family's. He is the father of eight, and his wife is very sick. Has been for the past three months. He can't pay the bills. He can't teach his normally home schooled children. He called my dad to talk and pray because he says he's been praying and nothing has changed. He asked if my dad thought Jesus will come back soon.

His ultimate hope.

Click.

After the sermon, a man in our church came up to daddy and me and handed my dad "something to give to your friend." It was $100. Click.

"And that's the church," I said. "Too bad it surprises us."

My dad preached the second service also. After that sermon, the same thing happened. A man approached my dad asking if he could send him a check for our friend. The Body was so hands and feet today. I'm reveling in it. I saw some flesh on Christ this morning. I fed on it. Jesus was real to me today in a new way. No...an old way. A way I've seen before. And I think this time, I have a snapshot of the Divine.