I went to the grocery store a few days back, irritated that I had to make the trip in the first place. Stepping out of my car and dashing between drops of threatening rain, I heard a boy – probably about six years old – yelling at the top of his lungs:

“This is my greatest day, ever!!! Isn’t this my greatest day ever?!?!”


His mom said, “Yes, sweetie, it’s pretty great.”

I smiled and moved through the parking lot toward the front doors. Just a few steps before entering, I spotted a dad and his young daughter who had obviously witnessed the same. She said “Is this my greatest day ever, Dad?” He smiled and said, “It sure could be.”

I laughed out loud. And my less-than-stellar attitude changed dramatically.

This is the nature of enthusiasm, of glee, of happiness, of praise. It’s contagious. It’s viral. It will not, cannot be slowed, contained, or stopped.


Can you, will you imagine that God expresses such unbridled enthusiasm, glee, happiness, and praise over you?

Go ahead. Imagine it. I’ll wait for you…

What might change? How might you act, respond, feel, speak, be? What if, even for a moment, you could allow this to be true?

Psssst: it is true! 

God sees you and shouts, sings, whispers – endlessly and infinitely:

“This is my greatest creation, ever!!! Isn’t this my greatest creation, ever?!?”


Believe and live like it’s true. Those nearby will see/hear you and say to themselves and those around them, “Could I be God’s greatest creation ever?!? Could you?!?” And like a flash-mob, more and more people will see, hear, wonder, ask, act, and dance. Everything will change.

May it be so.

As I look around at the world: Sandy Hook Elementary School, the NRAs response, fiscal-cliff discussions and bi-partisan politics, the painful and recently-personal effects of patriarchy, the ongoing reality of sexual trafficking, and so much more, I long for something, anything to change. 

I need a viral, contagious belief in my own goodness and that of others. I need a viral, contagious belief in God’s determined and passionate heart on my behalf.

Maybe you do, as well?

May it be so.

As the story goes, it was at the culminating point of all creation, the forming of man – and woman, that God said, “It is good.” God still does – dancing about in unbridled enthusiasm over you, over me, over all of us – hoping that we’ll join the flash-mob of possibility and maybe, just maybe, change everything, change the world, just change.

If that could happen, all of us, all the time, would be standing in parking lots, buying groceries, typing on computers, loading dishwashers, creating art, writing prose, making love, singing songs, developing business plans, cleaning house, doing yoga, fighting for justice, feeding the hungry, balancing checkbooks, holding the grieving, healing the planet, dancing wildly, and shouting,

“This is our greatest day, ever!!! Isn’t this our greatest day ever?!?!”


Yes, it’s pretty great.

So are you. So are you. So are you.

And the possibilities are endless when you believe it. God does. So do I.

Parking lot shouting is fully allowed and encouraged.