I'm working on another post to blog, but I can't seem to keep my mind on it. I don't know if anyone's familiar with the show from a couple seasons ago called, "Joan of Arcadia," but I had one of those Joan moments today in the store. And it's left me a little unsettled because, just like Joan, I may have had a 'god' moment.
I'm not particularly superstitious. Oh, there's little synchronicities that happen regularly that catch my attention. And there's that very recurring number "37" always popping up at the most unexpected times. (Apparently, there's some scientific "pooh-pooh" explanation for this, but I haven't totally bought it. Not yet anyway.)
Well, for those unfamiliar with Joan of Arcadia, she keeps encountering god, in many disguises of ordinary people. And he's always trying to impart some advice to her or guide her towards doing something. Something she's often disinclined to do. But, you know, it's god, and who can argue with god, right? So she usually ends up doing his will, but not without being very pissed.
Anyway, I encountered god in the produce section this morning as I was bagging up red delicious apples. And I digress, but I feel the need to explain my failure to capitalize his name. It's just a result of my agnosticism. (Much the same reason I never capitalize Bush's title either.)
But back to god. I first spotted him at a distance, coming down the aisle towards me. Nothing unusual except when our eyes met then parted, I felt compelled to take a second look. He returned the glance and I saw his eyes widen and his expression change. A hint of smile appeared. He obviously wasn't buying groceries but carrying a small canvas bag strapped over his shoulder, like maybe he was shop lifting something instead.
But as he passed by with pleasant expression he said, "Take care of yourself." That was it. A total stranger cautioning me to take care of myself. Dumbfounded, he was past before I could think of a response. But I turned and, over my shoulder said, "Ah, thanks, you too."
That was it. That was my "Joan of Arcadia" moment with god. I didn't think much of it but later in the morning, remembering that encounter, I mentioned it to my wife. She's not particularly superstitious either, so her reaction surprised me. She took it as a portent of trouble ahead.