Anything but Lukewarm

I’m good-weird, my kids tell me. It’s a word they created. I’ve explained to them that weird can be a positive trait, rather than an adjective used to reject something or someone. They turned my description back on me, and I ham it up and act the part. I sing at random moments. I make up incomprehensible raps in the car, which somehow always end in family giggling. I’m obsessed with books, and the boys are not too young to know that they are super nerdy books, like commentaries on the book of Revelation. I’m convinced that the more we live into God’s True Self in us, the more “good-weird” we become, because the more we simply become who we are.