I'm a T.A.G.O.H.!

I am feeling very Peter Panish. I feel like writing about stardust or a band of street-urchins. Gangs of sewer-kids always get cool names. If I had a band of urchins all to myself to name what I wished, I’d call them Thrush, Quirks, Mendel, Sprig, and Sultan. I don’t know why. Maybe I’ll write a book about the five of them someday…

Anyways, today I was reading more Anglo-Saxon poems (I’m not quite nerdy enough to have thought of this pastime on my own—though I didn’t mid it much—again, this was another assignment from my English Lit teacher). One of these poems, called “The Dream of the Rood” (author unknown), was about the cross of Christ and the death of Jesus from its standpoint. The whole poem was pretty neat and the Anglo-Saxon twist on the character of Christ was interesting. They viewed him as a fearless warrior, making his way with zeal up to the cross. In a way, it was kind of exciting to view Jesus in this light, as “the young Hero”, but it also isn’t completely correct. Jesus told his disciples, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death.” (Matthew 26:38) Goodness, I think this may be the most heartbreaking verses in the Bible. The Creator of emotion allowed Himself to feel this way because He loved us. Jesus did not strut up to the cross.
One line in particular in “The Dream of the Rood” popped out at me. It says, “And they shall be afraid then, and think of little which they can say to Christ.”
I don’t spend much time thinking about that day when I will stand before Jesus, but maybe I should. Will the meeting be totally awkward for me? Or will I be like, “Hi, God—man, You always told me You were amazing, but you really didn’t do yourself justice!—remember that conversation we were having this morning, before you came bursting down from Heaven with your angels?—which, I should add, was absolutely astounding—Jesus and I have been chatting all the way up here, He’s totally thrilled for me to see my room…”
I just want God to be my best friend, so that He can say to me when I meet Him, “Well done, My good and faithful servant—[I love you, kiddo]”. But I’ve got to foster that relationship now.
Let’s be people after God’s own heart. What an amazing title: Hayley, Teenager After God’s Own Heart. I’m a T.A.G.O.H. (tah-go)! Neat. Someday I’ll be a W.A.G.O.H. (Woman After God’s Own Heart) and sometime after that—long long after that—I’ll be a S.C.A.G.O.H. (Senior Citizen After God’s Own Heart).

Okay, I’ve got to go, have a beautiful Friday!