The Wrinkle In Between
Opening a book can take you on a journey. Places you may never be able to go, places you have been, and places you would yet like to see. An old favorite of my children was A Wrinkle in Time. They were as fascinated as I was by the idea of time travel.
Let me take you on a brief journey. I will call it The Wrinkle In Between. Hang on tight. Don't worry, we will be back before lunch. I already packed our essentials. Shall we go?
Let's take a look at the words, between and wrinkle, for just a moment.
Between:
preposition:
1. be, into, or across the space separating (two objects or regions).
2. in the period separating (two points in time).
3. synonyms: in the space separating, in the middle of, with one on either side; amid, amidst
3. synonyms: in the space separating, in the middle of, with one on either side; amid, amidst
The word between gives the indication there are two or more objects that are not right next to each other. A separation point.
Perhaps it is a protective measure, as in "The ancient fortress would stand firm between the village and their enemies, today as it had many battles before this day."
On the other hand, it could be a formality such as "The only thing standing between Fredrick and the Princess was the royal ceremony."
Or maybe, I can show you a Wrinkle In Between - How It Is and How It Should Be.
Wrinkle:
noun:
1. a crease, small ridge or furrow
2. method, technique:
a change in a customary procedure or method; something new or different, innovation
3. imperfection, irregularity
Wrinkles are most often looked upon as something to be avoided, or hidden because they are bad.
- "Shawn looked as if he had slept in his clothes, they were so wrinkled."
- Or "The woman waved her fan in front of her face to hide her wrinkles."
- Or "There was a slight wrinkle in the plan."
In Madeleine L'Engle's book, Meg Wallace and her brother Charles go on an adventure, in search of their father who has been missing. They do not travel by conventional means, but with the help of many interesting characters by traveling through the fabric,(if you will), of time. Their quest takes them through many strange places and meet a few colorful characters. Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. Which, who all help the children to understand many things they wouldn't have learned otherwise.
(Tighten your seat belts, we are taking a steep curve to the next stop )
(Tighten your seat belts, we are taking a steep curve to the next stop )
1 Corinthians 13:12 NIV
12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
Looking at the Resurrection from this side of the mirror, we can't see things very clearly. All we can see is what we have right in front of us, and the written Word of God, to help us understand just a little of what life is all about. When we listen to the written Word, we can hear the whisper of the spoken Word taking us by the hand and guiding us to the path that will give us all that we need to understand to walk this journey of life. Sometimes His whisper may come when you least expect it...
If we remember in the beginning of creation, God made everything good and the first humans were living in paradise. All was as it should be, no pain, no sweat, no tears, no shame. Until, there was a wrinkle in between. Something that shouldn't be there. A separation of two objects.
An imperfection.
Sin and Death.
Ugly.
Black.
Not welcome in God's glorious presence.
Because the human race was now tarnished with sin and disgrace, a new plan had to come into play. A change was necessary. Another wrinkle. How can the people of earth be on good terms with the Creator of their souls?
Time warp with me - to the cross, the crowd, the hatred and cruel insults of humanity against the Son of the Creator of the world.
The weight of the world was nailed to a rough, wooden cross on the shoulders of the Only One who didn't deserve to be treated this way. His cry from the cross may be so familiar, that we don't even comprehend how full of grief, how so very much, his heart was breaking for us that day. "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
The heavenly Father's heart crushed by His son's anguish and torment, knowing the only way to free the whole of humanity was to close His eyes on His Son. Jesus, Who chose to stay on that cross until every dark deed, every fault, every crime, everything that was not like God living in us; every sin was bought and paid for with Jesus' blood.
Another wrinkle? Not really, more of a snag, than a wrinkle. It only left a scar. Jesus died, paid our debt, and with the power of God and heaven in His eyes, he rose on the third day!
Wait, though, you say? It's not over! We still live in this sin-stained world. It's not even close to paradise! There is death, and pain, and crime, loss and destruction everywhere you turn.
We all have a wrinkle in between.
My story has a wrinkle in between, too. One I love to smooth across quite often. I do not want to remove it, I love my wrinkle. One I have pressed in a book or few, even more beloved than a four leaf clover. Something precious that I never want to lose.
The fabric of time began weaving even more new strands into my story the day we welcomed our second son into the world. As most parents have the joy of a newborn to celebrate, we also had the abrupt rush of emergency trauma. Before I was awake to even realize, Nathanael and I had both escaped the threat of leaving this world without a goodbye. He was ours to hold, and love, and teach, and make sweet, precious memories together. And as the shuttle was slowly weaving our lives one thread at a time, back and forth, knitting our hearts as a beautiful family, little did we realize, the loom could not hold any more threads the color of our son.
Now that the weaver has changed colors of our tapestry, we are just beginning to understand. We could have missed, and not ever have enjoyed the many shades of orange, that was our son Nathanael. It could have been just a flat line of black, a wee blankie, easily set aside for only our young hearts to cherish. Or perhaps two lines of black in a widower's blanket, a lifetime of memories in a small box in the corner. But we are so blessed to have a wrinkle in between.
A full tapestry of family and friends, so many moments to hold close to our hearts, that have spread far and wide. Everywhere our son's footprints have walked into other peoples' lives and brightened their journey as well.
The Wrinkle In Between.
The tapestry isn't finished yet, there is still the wrinkle left from Jesus' resurrection.
He may have folded up his grave clothes and walked out of the tomb that day, but we still don't live in paradise. Just wait and see - He will come back to claim His children and take us home to be with Him forever - and then...
There will no longer be A Wrinkle In Between!
-Poem by Corrie ten Boom
Sometimes our lessons come from the most unlikely places. God can use any one, but I think He has a special place for the "broken pots" like me. It is my hope that you will be able to look at things a little differently than you did before you entered this time capsule with me. Thank you for joining me today. Go make your tapestry a little more colorful!
And don't worry about the wrinkles. They're not all bad.
Stories taken from the journey of my life by: Sue Leerhoff Brick by Brick
If we remember in the beginning of creation, God made everything good and the first humans were living in paradise. All was as it should be, no pain, no sweat, no tears, no shame. Until, there was a wrinkle in between. Something that shouldn't be there. A separation of two objects.
An imperfection.
Sin and Death.
Ugly.
Black.
Not welcome in God's glorious presence.
Because the human race was now tarnished with sin and disgrace, a new plan had to come into play. A change was necessary. Another wrinkle. How can the people of earth be on good terms with the Creator of their souls?
Time warp with me - to the cross, the crowd, the hatred and cruel insults of humanity against the Son of the Creator of the world.
The weight of the world was nailed to a rough, wooden cross on the shoulders of the Only One who didn't deserve to be treated this way. His cry from the cross may be so familiar, that we don't even comprehend how full of grief, how so very much, his heart was breaking for us that day. "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
The heavenly Father's heart crushed by His son's anguish and torment, knowing the only way to free the whole of humanity was to close His eyes on His Son. Jesus, Who chose to stay on that cross until every dark deed, every fault, every crime, everything that was not like God living in us; every sin was bought and paid for with Jesus' blood.
Another wrinkle? Not really, more of a snag, than a wrinkle. It only left a scar. Jesus died, paid our debt, and with the power of God and heaven in His eyes, he rose on the third day!
Wait, though, you say? It's not over! We still live in this sin-stained world. It's not even close to paradise! There is death, and pain, and crime, loss and destruction everywhere you turn.
We all have a wrinkle in between.
My story has a wrinkle in between, too. One I love to smooth across quite often. I do not want to remove it, I love my wrinkle. One I have pressed in a book or few, even more beloved than a four leaf clover. Something precious that I never want to lose.
The fabric of time began weaving even more new strands into my story the day we welcomed our second son into the world. As most parents have the joy of a newborn to celebrate, we also had the abrupt rush of emergency trauma. Before I was awake to even realize, Nathanael and I had both escaped the threat of leaving this world without a goodbye. He was ours to hold, and love, and teach, and make sweet, precious memories together. And as the shuttle was slowly weaving our lives one thread at a time, back and forth, knitting our hearts as a beautiful family, little did we realize, the loom could not hold any more threads the color of our son.
Now that the weaver has changed colors of our tapestry, we are just beginning to understand. We could have missed, and not ever have enjoyed the many shades of orange, that was our son Nathanael. It could have been just a flat line of black, a wee blankie, easily set aside for only our young hearts to cherish. Or perhaps two lines of black in a widower's blanket, a lifetime of memories in a small box in the corner. But we are so blessed to have a wrinkle in between.
A full tapestry of family and friends, so many moments to hold close to our hearts, that have spread far and wide. Everywhere our son's footprints have walked into other peoples' lives and brightened their journey as well.
The Wrinkle In Between.
The tapestry isn't finished yet, there is still the wrinkle left from Jesus' resurrection.
He may have folded up his grave clothes and walked out of the tomb that day, but we still don't live in paradise. Just wait and see - He will come back to claim His children and take us home to be with Him forever - and then...
There will no longer be A Wrinkle In Between!
-Poem by Corrie ten Boom Sometimes our lessons come from the most unlikely places. God can use any one, but I think He has a special place for the "broken pots" like me. It is my hope that you will be able to look at things a little differently than you did before you entered this time capsule with me. Thank you for joining me today. Go make your tapestry a little more colorful!
And don't worry about the wrinkles. They're not all bad.
Stories taken from the journey of my life by: Sue Leerhoff Brick by Brick
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