“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.” The fox to the Little Prince
A friend of mine was upset. She’s one of those who sees the world on a perilous journey in a hand basket. Trying to console her I suggested it would be nice if Jesus came, in person, to our country, to bring peace and hope.
“I think he’d be denied entry. Isn’t he from one of those countries?” she said. I told her I’d have to look that up, but once he got here with his message … She cut me off. “Then they’d have to find an interpreter who speaks Aramaic. Probably not a lot of those around.” She sighed.
“I think he speaks English,” I said. “Isn’t the Bible written in English?” She rolled her eyes.
“And what about his dress,” she continued. “How do people in our country look at those with dark skin who dress in robes?” She was getting agitated. “He was dark skinned?” I asked. Actually, she told me, forensic experts have done a picture, based on historical time and location. She showed me the picture of what Jesus probably looked like.
“Maybe he wouldn’t actually …” She cut me off. “And then they would ask him the purpose of his visit.” I was beginning to see. “Maybe he could lie,” I said, “so people wouldn’t be uncomfortable”. She rolled her eyes so violently it probably brought on a headache.
I desperately searched my mind for a different topic to discuss. Global warming? Someone help me here!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.