CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections
on Faith for the Years of Winter
Bloomington is well-named.
From early March to November, it is a blooming town. Late July is the blooming
season of the women flowers—Sharon’s roses and Susan’s brown eyes and Zinnia and
Lily... and Snotweed.
Now I know that may not
sound like a female name, but it is the root of a name for a particular girl,
and on Saturdays I like to post something that might be helpful to my preacher
friends who are still looking for something to zest up the old sermon, so here
is one of my father’s favorite stories:
Two new little girls
showed up at school to register. The older went into the principal’s office
first. “What’s your name?” asked the principal. “Pukeface Johnson,” the girl
replied. “Now, that’s not nice,” said the principal. “You tell me your real
name or just go home.”
The girl shrugged, left
the office, found her little sister in the hallway, and said, “Come on
Snotnose, they won’t believe you, either.”
There are so many biblical
principles and life lessons there, if you can’t make that preach, there’s no
hope for you.
JRMcF
Interestingly, the
spehlchezk on my computer says Pukeface is misspelled, but it accepts Snotnose
without demur.
Chicory is an acceptable
alternative name for snotweed. It’s also popularly known as Tradescantia
ohiensis. If you put it into coffee, as some folks do, probably should call it
chicory, especially if you have guests.
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