I went to my first writer’s meeting last week with a group from work.
There’s only like six of us. Basically we talk about books, eat a ton of food, drink gin & tonic, and then work on a writing assignment. I’m not sure the gin & tonic helps my writing, but it makes sharing my stories easier.
Our first assignment: Write for fifteen minutes on the topic of celebration. You can read it to the group, that parts optional though.
I think my brain works faster than my pen because I left out like one word a sentence. Glad I proofread before reading it to the group. it was kinda freeing though.
Here it is:
5 minutes before the wedding. Jonah was a little nervous, excited, but nervous. It was the big day. Soon he’d be signing a piece of paper telling the world it was official. I’m thinking, “why be nervous? Your wife is a total babe; she’ll go fishing with you; and loves Jesus more than even you.”
I don’t know about Jonah, but I was ready. Let’s get through the ceremony. See I’ve always loved weddings, I just never knew it ’til I was able to attend one over the age of twenty-one. I’m not a lush, but a little liquid courage never hurt anything.
Sometimes we forget that we are told to celebrate. To steal someone’s line, “Jesus first miracle was to keep the party going.” Old Testament talked about the year of Jubilee. The choicest of the choicest to be consumed for days. Why?
To celebrate what the Lord has done.
Fast Forward.
It’s an hour into the reception. We’ve made it pas the anniversary dance and into the good stuff. Two micro-brews fill my skinny body and my feet start to move. They’re playing shout, and all the cougars on the sideline have joined the hipsters, spinsters, and soccer moms to celebrate.
As we life Jonah to begin his crowd surf, time slows down. And I wonder what is God thinking…and I smile. He’s loving every minute of it. You know how I know? Cause He’s here. Celebrating with us.
And I can only imagine the type of rave going on in heaven.
So that was my fifteen minutes of writing. Some things were embellished. Writers tend to do that. The truth is, Jonah wasn’t really nervous, they both love Jesus equally, and I wasn’t trying to just get through the ceremony and on to the dance floor. But the rest pretty much follows story line.
The End
