And Sarai laughed too. Both of them must have looked up into a sky that probably looked almost identical, a sky where right then some distant star might well have fallen apart only to show up tonight--right now, as I'm sitting in my own backyard. "Crazy," they must have said.
"You'll catch your death 'a cold," my wife says. She's bare-footed, and I feel her cold toes in the grass as she walks over. "You want to talk about it?"
"You sound like a therapist," I say.
"What else is new?" she says. "I hear it was quite the meeting--Katy says Pedro really unloaded. She said she couldn't believe her father didn't explode."
"No kidding," I say.
"She says Pedro seems self-centered--"
"Really?" I say. "She say that?"
"She says he just talked and talked and talked--too much. Tough?" she asks.
So I told her about the stars and the absurdity of Abram's promise--all of these pinpricks would be God's people. "Look at 'em," I said. "There's millions of them."
"Millions," she said.
"They're not all alike," I told her. "Some of them wear grey fedoras."
"Every last one is different," she said.
"But if we believe the promise, they're all his," I told her, "every one of them."
"All of them," she says. And she grabs my shoulder. "Even Pedro?"
"That's a stretch," I tell her. "Abram and Sarai laughed too."
She looks up at the open blanket above. "They were old," she says. "What's your excuse?"
"So am I," I say. And then, "With a sky like this, it's not hard to believe in God," I tell her. "What I have trouble with is believing in his people."
"So does he," she says. "But the truth is, He loves us."
"More power to him," I say. "I couldn't."
"And isn't that wonderful?" she says. "He's a whole sky bigger than we are."
I reach for her arm and hold it. "Lucky thing for us," I tell her.
"Don't know that luck's got anything to do with it though," she says. "Come on in. The tea pot's blowing its lid."
Today is another day. And what I find myself saying, all day long, after reflecting on everything that happened last night, is that one of those millions of stars--meaning me--sure enough got his needs met.