CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter… ©
From the day Ernie came to
live with our daughter and her family, he has always liked me best. Part of it,
of course, is that he can manipulate me into anything he wants. He is small and
black, half shi-poo and half poodle. When I walk in, he just gets excited. We
used to live only a mile away from each other and saw each other often, but he
got excited every time. Then we moved away. Eight months later we returned for
a visit. Ernie went crazy when he saw me. But that was nothing compared to when
we came back the next day. He was literally walking on air when he saw me. “He
came back! He came back!” It was just almost more than his little heart could
take.
When I’m around he ignores
the people who actually do all the work of caring for him. It’s almost embarrassing.
I enjoy it, anyway. It’s nice to have someone who gets excited when you show
up.
When grandson Joe was in
kindergarten, he went to a Saturday program at the public library. When Joe
showed up one afternoon, the librarian was working with the kids who had
already arrived. She later told our daughter that one little girl lit up when
she saw him and said, “Here comes Joe Kennedy. Things are looking up.” It’s
nice to have someone who gets excited when you show up.
Our granddaughter, Brigid,
and Bill Verrette have been thick as thieves ever since they worked together in
Vacation Bible School when Brigid was in 8th grade. Bill is an
extremely successful businessman and very classy elderly gentleman. Neither of
those keep him from doing trench work at church, like teaching the pre-school
class at VBS, as long as he has someone with younger legs, like Brigid, to
chase down wayward pre-school scholars.
Brigid is off at college
now. Bill and I were chatting before the Christmas eve service. Suddenly, his
face lit up, and he said, “Here comes trouble.” Brigid was coming through the
door. Bill literally pushed me aside to go hug her. It’s nice to have someone
who gets excited when you show up.
I think maybe that is why
God created humans. It’s nice to have someone who gets excited when you show
up.
John Robert McFarland
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
I tweet as yooper1721.
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