This morning I watched about a dozen children emerge from everywhere when the yellow flashing lights came on, the mechanical stop sign swung out when the accordian door opened to welcome them onto the "big cheese". Some scurried out of idling vehicles into line, others walked leisurely from several yards away along the side as if the bus didn't have time frame in which to deliver them. I almost missed watching the moblizing of our future wrapped up in the routine of leaving home, eating cereal, but a gentle nudge appealed to my childlike sense of wonder and as I waited for the bus to pass, I reveled in watching these children, seeing personalities and life approaches in the way they boarded. It reminded me of the Birmingham Change Fund, of the work that these talented individuals are doing collectively to leave an indellible print of the positive trajectory of education in the Birmingham City Schools. It shamed me into being more creative about how I can contribute to a process we are in the middle of despite my tight time and obligation constraints. Surely there is a way.
Most importantly it reminded me to pay attention to each moment, to seek earnestly the opportunities of today, to search them out, lie in wait of anticipation, so I may maximize the day I have before me. It reminds me of the miracles Jesus performed in opening blind eyes. Lord, open my blind eyes. Let me see what's right in front of me. To see the potential in today. This is my Thursday morning prayer.
