I’m sitting in the Frankfurt Airport. I’m not going to blow smoke here, folks. This is not one of your five-star airports. It’s early morning, cold, and dark, and dreary outside. It’s everything I’ve dreamt Germany would be. The sun should be coming up soon, I’m guessing, but rain is in the forecast. No matter, I’ll be gone in a short time. I’m just passing through.
While drinking some Frankfurt Airport coffee, which is definitely not adding to this facility’s star rating, I’ve just read a piece by a friend who’s writing about the word “ubiquitous.” He remarks that he has no known history with the word, can’t remember where he heard it first, never uses it. (Haha! He’s using it, get it? Good one.)
I wrote to him just now that I believe I first encountered that word in my days of reading Moby-Dick along with loads of literary criticism about Melville’s famous white whale.
Suddenly, as I was writing this to him, I flashed on something. Didn’t I actually first come up against that word back in the days of my Lutheran Church upbringing? Ubiquity and God, I’m thinking. That sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
What a coincidence that I should read and think about this word just now, right while I’m spending the only four hours of my life that I’ll probably ever spend here on Martin Luther’s home turf. Yeah, good old Martin Luther, how he reached all the way over down through time and space to Hawai`i to grab me, way back in the early 1960s.
And now, Here I Stand.
Which, okay, it turns out Luther may not have actually said, but it fits, so I’m using it.
I have this image of Luther’s spirit flying through the air from Germany to Honolulu, his arms outstretched, zooming around looking for me, spotting me with sinner-dar. I dig his haircut, but not Sunday School, Bible Camp, and especially not two-years’ worth of Catechism on Saturdays. He rejects indulgences and transubstantiation, but he can’t let go of Catechism? Really?
God, I can’t speak for. As of this minute, Luther, I can. He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere. Trust me. I haven’t slept for more than 48 hours, but I know omnipresence when I see it.
Hmmm. Or did I first encounter “ubiquitous” on the SATs? Martin, no matter. I like this version of the story better.
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Today’s writing prompt is
time and space
use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I’d love to read it : )