"When a human being can be creative,
that is when really anything is possible."
~~Nicolas Muller.
Hi all,
On the occasion of John Dye's 52nd birthday, I thought it
would be nice to just take some time to reflect. To be
honest, sometimes I'm not sure what to do with these birthday issues. I really
don't think Dyeland has any place in it and there's only so
many online party games a person can put together before it
all gets a bit redundant. And, just as we realized with
Charles Rocket, a yearly memorial where everyone writes
tributes starts to feel needlessly sad and, in some ways,
brings ya back to the time when their death was recent and
terribly wrenching. So I don't want to do that. Then I
thought about writing an open letter to John but that seemed
unsettling somehow. So, instead, I'm writing you all this
letter.
I read a story once in which a man took to wandering in
hopes of finding himself. He brought the Bible with him and
read it at night when he was camped out wherever he could
find a spot. Then, one day, he realized he didn't need the
Bible any more. Not the physical book, anyway. Because it
was so much part of him that even when he wasn't physically
carrying it, he was carrying it in his heart and in his
mind. (Wish I remembered where I read this!)
Personally, I still need my physical Bible along with the
niftiness that is BibleGateway.com. But I'm starting to feel
that way about John's work, Touched especially.
It's been months since I watched an episode. Not because I
don't want to. I've just been doing so much else that I
haven't really found the time. I miss the ritual of sitting
down to watch it with a big mug of chai and a snack, jotting
notes for the Episode Guide. But I find I don't miss it for
itself. Because I can't miss something that isn't gone.
Wherever I go, Andrew, Monica, and Tess go with me. Even
more importantly, so do their words about God and His love.
I wish I could tell myself of 2011 not to fret about TBAA
becoming too painful to watch. It won't. In fact, it'll get
bigger. TBAA and Andrew and John will be there as you and
some friends track down the "Look Homeward, Angel." They'll
be there as you walk a labyrinth. They'll be there in the
cereal aisle (Froot Loops!) and in the snack aisle (red
velvet!) and at points it'll all seem so real that it'll
take you a few moments to realize Fruit Loops and red velvet
weren't actually even significant in TBAA. Rather, they're
significant in this ever-growing and dynamic world you and
your friends built up where Andrew, Monica, and Tess thrive
and still have assignments and sip coffee and talk about
God. But, of course, you didn't do that alone.
I feel like John was
the co-creator of one of the most incredible, fun, inspiring
sandboxes ever. He's no longer playing in the
sandbox. In fact, he's moved on up to an infinitely
better Sandbox. But the one he left behind is still
really cool. So we continue to play and learn and
encourage each other in the sandbox. In the first
weeks and months after he left the sandbox, we entered it a
little nervously. What if we were blindsided by some
sudden remembrance that was too painful? What if we
couldn't stop crying? But here's the thing about sand:
you gotta get it wet in order to build with it. So
that's what we did. We cried and then we built and we
built and we're still building. And I think that's
pretty awesome.
So, John: Happy birthday and thanks for the sandbox!
To all of you: Thanks for being here in the sandbox.
:-)
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