I was reminded this past weekend that in the midst of this ever-changing world some things truly do stay the same. Amen! A little six-year-old boy named Marcos was my reminder. He is a typical child of this new century, proficient in action video games. Spider Man and Batman, swords and guns, bad guys vs. good guys, are all part of this dark-eyed and bright-minded tyke's life and imagination. But there he sat at the dining room table telling me the story of “Goldilocks and the Three Bears“. The somewhat modernized version of this classic story was followed by the rhymes of all our youth - we went through them all. From “Humpty Dumpty” to “Mary Had A Little Lamb”, Marcos never skipped a beat in his recitations and it was obvious he relished their telling. I had to wonder why this spontaneous exchange of childhood knowledge was so meaningful to me - and I figured it out later. I had become callous in my thinking, believing that this new crop of techno-loving humans had no room in their thinking for the simplicity of nursery rhymes. I am thankful to Marcos for reminding me that in fact he is no different than all the generations that came before him. So do you remember what happened to little Miss Muffet while she was sitting on a tuffet?
I am in the middle of a stained-glass project, creating four window panels for a zany lady. Not only is this a welcomed means of income, but it is also a welcomed means of experiencing that elusive sensation of “God is in His heaven and all is right with the world”. Do you know that feeling? It happens rarely, and only when I am completely immersed in one of my passions. The other day I was cutting, grinding and arranging pieces of colored glass. The sun was streaming through the southern window, the birds were chirping their joyful “Spring is almost here” songs, the dogs were asleep at my feet, music was softly streaming from the computer in the other room. And I felt, for those few clicking moments in time, that all was perfect and good. Perhaps I was experiencing “bliss”, defined by Webster as a state of spiritual joy and perfect, untroubled happiness. Then the phone rang, the dogs jumped to attention and began barking, the music stopped and Black Jack (the cat) jumped in the middle of my project. Alas, the moment was gone. But that is okay, because another will come when I am least expecting it and once again I will be surprised and thankful for that wondrous touch of sheer joy.
Okay, you all - I have a project for our entire county. Whether you believe in the power of prayer or not, I want each of you to begin the day with one - asking God and then thanking God for rain. (I thought about including snow, but that form of moisture is so cold.) Like many other places, we are in dire need of the wet stuff and Doppler Dave/Dan hasn't been able to assure us we will be receiving any anytime soon. Thus, it is time to take the matter into our own hands -and then pass it on into God's hands. I am a great believer in the fact that our words become our reality, and I also believe that with all our voices speaking the same need our reality will become a landscape dampened and then soaked by cleansing and life-sustaining rain. So get out your umbrella, check your windshield wipers and bow your heads in petition and in thankfulness. Then get ready to rejoice - because the rain will come!
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