Today’s Prayer to Passage will be from the book “Main Street” by Sinclair Lewis.
Today I pray, “Dear God, When I lived in West Greenwich Village of New York City, I often walked my dog, Rocky, a smart-and-cute Jack Russell Terrier, throughout my neighborhood. On those walks, I received the delightful experiences of resident city life. I even have some name-dropping tales. I passed American actor Phillip Seymour Hoffman a couple of times, as well as actress Keri Russell. And Sarah Jessica Parker with Matthew Broderick, gliding a baby carriage right past my apartment building on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I had a brief conversation with actress Kirsten Dunst, who was walking her dog, Lovely.
One day — wearing pants, a knee-length sleeveless dress, casual heels, and a New York Yankees baseball cap — I heard Marc Jacobs’ voice call out from the summer-in-the-city open door to his flagship store, ‘What is she wearing!?’ Incidentally, he had dresses worn with pants walking the runway 18 months later. These were bright and cheerful experiences, and I felt as though I was in the presence of someone I sort of knew (or knew of) in a sea of strangers.
One day, a woman in her sixties, very cosmopalitan in dress and demeanor, stopped me (and Rocky) on the corner of Perry Street and Hudson Avenue. She was wearing large, Jackie O sunglasses, so I couldn’t tell if I knew her. And I was also sporting the iconic frames, so she probably mistook me for someone like Ashley Olsen who lived a few blocks up the street. She stood with me, gazing, wanting to say something. And I smiled and said, ‘Have a nice day.’ With this, I will pose this question: Does time travel exist? Amen.”
Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to this passage on page 430:
“You must live up to popular code if you believe in it; but if you don’t believe in it, then you must live up to it.”
What I get from this is that if I believe in time travel, I must be respectful of it and allow it to be as it is and pray that God is in charge of it fully, as fully as God is in charge of anything else. Free will. So time travel is like having the code to a nuclear bomb detonator. God provides free will, and we love God so much that we do everything we can to build peace.
This same look of fascination and inablity to speak about it, this look of a code being adhered to, came my way from a man in a restaurant where I dined with my cherished friend this past Valentine’s Day. He was staring at me and smiling with a look of pure entertainment. It was a bit eery, yet I immediately recognized him as an actor. He was possibly in his late thirties. Only, this actor is not even a teenager in present-day time. Out of respect, and apparently out of following a code of sorts, I will not name the actor.
So the very looks of pure entertainment that generated on my face in the presence of celebrated artists when I lived in New York, were on the faces of both the woman in West Greenwich Village in 2004 and the grown-up child actor at a French restaurant in Minneapolis in 2016. I have a picture of a spiral in mind, when my conversations in this medium trend more likely toward infinity.
This is out of my comfort zone. I am comfortable talking about being re-born, as death and ressurection fit a conversation with God. Time travel is people with the power to go one step beyond the present, into the future and past. And this, I pray, will be blessed by God by those who bless it, and those who have ears to hear, let them hear. Peace be with you. Amen.