The REAL ID of the DMV

The REAL ID of the DMV

Music and even Seuss like poetry have a way of connecting us with experiences that surprise us. And who would have expected what happened to Bill Moremen in, of all places, the local Drivers License Bureau?

The REAL ID of the DMV

We had to go to the DMV.
We needed to get our real ID.
When we think of the DMV
It’s not the place we would want to be.
Too many people, too much waiting;
So unpleasant, so frustrating.

But waiting this time at the DMV,
A very strange thought occurred to me.
The thought was weird; the thought was odd:
What if this place is the Kingdom of God?
I listened to the voices and looked at the faces.
Here are folks of all tongues and races.

All of a sudden things changed for me,
Standing in the line at the DMV.
Instead of a crowd and those to shun,
A light surrounded everyone.
Who am I? Who are we?
Standing in the line at the DMV?
Who am I? Who are we?
Waiting to find our real ID?

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Bill’s revelation re-enforces that the Kingdom of God is at hand and uses many unique forms to break through our rigid ideas of what daily happenings can mean.

He is also an excellent musician.  Bill set this to music and he and a friend sang it for a Vespers at the Pilgrim Place community.

He wrote me that he, as a teenager, walking in the Santa Monica Hills, came upon a field of sagebrush,  “It glowed in a numinous light. That I call my burning bush experience”.  Hopefully he’ll share this with us soon, in depth.

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Bill and his wife, Grace, were our neighbors in California. They are gold medal winners in World Competitions, in the sport of Racewalking.  I was fortunate to be in “Pilgrim Pacers”, a group that met at the Pomona College Track where Bill instructed us and prepared us for local events. One year he and Grace took fourteen persons. to a World competition  in Paris.  I didn’t qualify, but to this day, I racewalk at an elementary school track near our house, and often thank God for Bill and Grace and the gift of their training.

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