It’s called Five Minute Friday. Each week, we write freely on a one-word prompt. Then we link up at the amazing Kate Motaung’s site. It’s a flash mob of writers- having fun and sharing their take on one word. This week’s prompt is: CHOOSE YOUR OWN!
“Choose your own word”, she tweeted. “Just pick any word and write about it for five minutes.”
Choose my own? Seriously? A list of words starts running through my mind but I’m paralyzed. What if I choose a word that’s boring, empty, or cliche’? I try cheering myself on.. Come on! Think of a word… any word…
My mind goes to a scene in the movie My Big, Fat, Greek Wedding where Gus (the dad) demonstrates his national pride by explaining to Toula (the daughter) and her friends how he can connect a word, ANY word back to a Greek root. Watch the short clip below:
Gus is a genius at making connections: “Kimono” to Greek root for winter “cheimonas” to “what do you wear in the winter?” to “robe, of course” to “A kimono is a kind of robe“, to “what do you wear in the winter? A robe.. A kimono!”
So, there you go.
It doesn’t matter how far removed the word is, Gus can somehow make the connections and bring it back to the Greek; right where he wants it.
I’m thinking about Gus’ gift of connecting as I look at our Christmas tree. It’s branches are filled with ornaments that speak hundreds of our family’s words. My eyes follow the branches and the memories to the top and rest on the Star.
And just like Gus, I start to make the connection.
It doesn’t matter what word I choose or where I start. God loves to use whatever I give Him to bring me to where He wants…
“Go ahead, Karen. Give me your word – ANY word – and I’ll show you how I can weave it into my story. Don’t worry about where it’s been or what you think it means, I can strip that all away until your word speaks my language of love.”
It’s the perfect time of year to showcase God’s ability to deliver all things back to His Word.
When a crib becomes our mercy seat
When judgement becomes Emmanuel
When hopelessness becomes eternal joy
So Kate, you couldn’t have chosen a better prompt to illustrate Christmas. There will be hundreds of words representing as many lives and stories. And our Father will somehow bring us all back to the root.
“In that day the root of Jesse, who shall stand as a signal for the peoples—of him shall the nations inquire, and his resting place shall be glorious.” Isaiah 11:10
Lift your eyes to the Star, child. Your Dad always has the last word.
So… there you go.