Growing up a wiggler in a preacher’s family had its rewards. During the sermon, to occupy my mouth, which was known to speak out at an early age, Mama fed me peppermints or LifeSavers, sometimes tainted with perfume and fuzzy with lint from her handkerchief.
Memories surfaced when I watched former President George W. Bush pass a cough drop to former First Lady Michelle Obama during Senator McCain’s service. In a recent interview, Michelle commented on the incident, “We’re friends. I love him to death. I asked him how old this cough drop was and learned it was old, from his White House years.”
In this divisive time in our nation, it felt hopeful hearing,”We’re friends and I love him.”
They represent different genders, races, political parties but are friends.
Love looks and acts like that, “going high when others go low”, refusing to use words that work like shovels to deepen the divide, and accepting a linty, old life saver, offered in friendship.
Being in church with family and friends comes like a life saver to still my restless spirit, a set time each week to grab hold of a life preserver by reciting and singing truths, confessing sins and listening to God’s words to keep me from drowning in the cares of last week or tomorrow’s.
Poco’s a wiggler and talker, a genetic trait, obviously from my side, not Jud’s.
One’s never quite sure wigglers listen.
Part of the liturgy includes the confession of sins.
Last Sunday, Poco sat on Lily’s lap, her cousin, as we recited the prayer.
“Most merciful God…we have not loved you with our whole heart;”
Suddenly, Poco piped up, “I have!”
Where’s a peppermint when you need one to reward one wiggler for listening and loving God with all her heart.
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