Monday, February 25, 2008

God Shops At Meijer

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The Super Bowl and a major grocery store chain - I must be in hell. Don’t get me wrong, the Super Bowl is tons of fun to watch, despite the fact that it seems to fall on our anniversary weekend three out of four years. This is something I am willing to sacrifice for the greater good of all male-kind (which would be my husband and three sons). This year however, I can’t complain. The sports gods (Eli Manning not withstanding) arranged a February Super Bowl on my behalf. Apparently though, I haven’t atoned for all my sins which would explain why I have landed square in the middle of the produce aisle in Meijer on Super Bowl Sunday.

I am thinking of the annoying adage, “when life hands you lemons…” and wouldn’t you know? Meijer has plenty of lemons. Seriously, who is going to kick back and watch the big game with an ice cold… lemonade? As if to underscore a sacrilege, my husband has abandoned me in favor of can and bottle returns, no doubt to make room for… more cans and bottles (of SODA he clarifies while proofreading as editor). The only thing keeping me company (besides a bazillion people) is the chorus to Leonard Cohen’s ‘Hallelujah’ stuck on repeat in my head. Normally this would drive me bananas (which I do decide to buy), except that I only heard this song - for the first time in my life - this week.

Or so I thought.

“Mom, you’ve heard this song before! My friend Ben was playing it on the piano right here at the house and you went crazy and had to know what it was.”

In case you don’t recognize the dialect, this is the vernacular of ‘American teenager’ who established this status with us in 2003 and claims his territory somewhere between our basement and the refrigerator.

To add insult to injury he flippantly remarks, “It would be good except that everyone in the world has recorded it.

Warning! This is a common diversionary tactic of this people group. The first attack is blatant and intended to make you think you are losing your mind. This second is the subtle, more dangerous suggestion that you have already lost your judgment. Do NOT be fooled! This should tell you one thing and one thing only. You are living in the territory of… an ‘American teenager’!

You see, I could argue that ‘relating to the song’ only exists in the present moment and as such, each time can be the ‘first’ time you hear the song. I could run this by so-called ‘American teenager’, but such existential pondering is better left until said teenager leaves this territory and enters that of ‘Real World’. Otherwise, I run the risk of the next wave of artillery, spring-loaded with rolling eyes and hysterical laughter.

The truth is, if everyone (to borrow the exaggeration) has recorded the song, then it stands to reason there is something about the song that everyone can relate to. I related once in passing and then again when I saw the YouTube video of John Cale performing it.

Now, I find myself relating to it in Meijer and at the risk of sounding as if I am losing my mind… I think I am hearing this song for the first time.

You see, strangely enough, I’ve stopped putting things in my cart and am doing something completely insane. I am walking through Meijer, just for the joy of walking through Meijer! (Which I am totally aware sounds like an oxymoron.) I’m singing this song under my breath and looking at all the people. This “Hallelujah” has become a sweet, refreshing refrain and God has poured himself a tall glass. Every person – young and old, all colors, every shape and size – contributes to the complex flavor. Even if theirs happens to be a “cold and broken Hallelujah” and maybe - especially - because it is. Its tang is so potent my eyes well up. Meijer has transcended the plane of lemon to become the Kingdom’s lemonade stand on earth. And as I pass through this roadside stand, I feel someone’s eyes on me. An old man has stopped to watch my pilgrimage – his eyes on my face and a huge smile on his. He is in on the secret. He can relate. God is alive and well and shops at Meijer.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aahh, yes! The American Teenager phenomenon...seems to be a worldwide teenager thing, rolling the eyes, making grand displays of disgust and laughing at the obvious stupidity of nearly everyone else! I have seen it here in Czech with Czech teenagers and with (gasp!) my own 1/2 Czech and 1/2 American kids. And speaking of Meijer...I could go for a stroll through that store.

Isn't God amazing how mundane and even boring things can be used to show us something more of Himself. What an AWESOME God He truly is.

God has been seen changing my baby's diaper, visiting the dr. and connecting with someone in the waiting room who happened to live for 6 years in the States and is now my Mary Kay consultant!!! Weird and so God-like to blow my mind in the daily things I do.

Jan Atwood, Reiki Master Teacher said...

Ahh, God chose the modern day (Meijer) vineyard, full of moist, rich, abundant produce to let you know he is in the watchtower! How wonderful that you were able to be there on that masculine Super Bowl Day! :)

Tina said...

I love your metaphoric way of describing the potent responses we get from our teenage darlings when we start to show a hint of intelligence. I myself have begun the ritual of putting on a bullet proof vest when attempting to enter the "teen ward". I will not however, surrender. I have many times escaped from the house to find solace in the "Calgon" aisles of the local Meijer. What is it about that store anyway that makes my mountains into molehills? Is it the Mom in aisle 7 with the 4-year old whose been screaming since aisle 1? or the constant mundane voice of the "self checkout" lady who insists for the upteenth time that "I must remove the item from the bag"..at that point I can't wait to get home and hug my ever-frustrating teenager. Lets face it..Maybe we consciously "take" that time because we need to find a God moment, and the fact that He is alive and well at Meijers proves that His presence is just as real everywhere else. If anything, I can peruse the aisles until I find my bottle of Grace and then....sit down and have a drink with my Lord.

Grimlaw said...

I love that song and I love how the unexpected can turn up to deliver joy even when one isn't looking for it. These are good things.