It Was A Small Thing

Do you ever stop to think that those little things you say, maybe in an off-handed way, might, just might mean so much to the person you just spoke it to?

For example, I was going to open a business account at a bank. I had made an appointment and had given them the proper documents in advance.

 Joshua, the man that had spoken to me and had set this up, called me back to verify some things prior to my date. He asked how I was and all the proper pre-conversation foreplay.  I am wonderful, I chime out.  It was decided among us that it would not be beneficial to me or to the bank to proceed. Joshua then said he would delete me. I giggled, Joshua stopped talking. Remember when you asked me how I was a moment ago and I said wonderful? “Yes”, well being deleted is not exactly how I pictured my day starting off and going on today. “Oh, no” he cries out. “That is not what I meant!” Joshua! I am just messing with you.  “Oh!” He starts laughing. “You have just made my day! It started off bad and has been steadily going to worse.  Seriously, you have made me smile and laugh. Thank you.” My pleasure Joshua, Merry Christmas.

It was just a tiny thing I had said. It meant so much to Joshua.

When I am at an event and am going to photograph during the event I like to sit on the outskirts so as not to bother others. This is what I had done at my club meeting. Everyone else sat in groups at their regular tables. Nobody sat near me which was fine until a man I have known for a couple years walked in and snubbed me. Now he has done this on four separate occasions and to be honest I am not sure if it is on purpose or accident. He looks right at me then looks away avoiding eye contact for the next hour as though I might be Medusa and will turn him to stone. Everyone else is friendly and while not attempting to me my best bud they are polite and greet me except this guy. For some reason it hurt my delicate fragile girl feelings this time. I went through my memory chamber for anything I had done to offend him and came up empty. This further upset me because now I assumed I had accidentally done something and had no way of knowing and apologizing for the offense.  Eventually another club member arrives and takes up a seat next to me. Another friend at another table begs her to move over but she refuses hesitantly. I tell her, go I am going to be bumbling around photographing and may be a distraction. She refuses to move. So the other friend moves over to the table we are at.  I am still fussy about the snub when during the course of the meeting after a photograph of the two friends she looks over and tosses me an “I love you,” after I let her approve the photo I just took, “you know what I like”.

Now that little phrase may not have been important to her and was just tossed at me and is her personality but at that moment it meant so much to me.

Just the smallest thing sometimes makes everything so much better.  In my devotional this morning was a tale from WWI -1914 about a gesture made by King George and Queen Mary at Christmas. I have linked an article about the Christmas cards 

so you can read it on your own and see the two cards that were sent. It is a short read. A small gesture that probably meant so much to those who received them. Especially the wounded in hospitals and recovering.

Small things can be so big sometimes.

Try it!

Shopping Buggy Abuser

As I stepped out of my door this morning at 5:20 for my hike, there was a man by a car in pajamas and robe. He moved from the driver’s side door to the trunk and back and back and forth he went never doing anything just moving back and forth. I moved on down the road. As I made my first pass by my home he was still out there doing the same thing.

I kept going on my second time by my house he was walking away from his car but then he turned and went half-way back and then turned around and took about 8 steps then turned and went back toward his car and back and forth.  As he passed me he looked up, smiled and said “good morning”. Now I have had the pleasure of knowing some first rate tweakers in my days but this was a little beyond that. 

Maybe it is an OCD ritual except I have never seen him out there before. Perhaps he is restless because of a tragedy and just does not know what to do to calm his mind so he thinks up tasks that make no sense and he cannot complete. Curious.

Chaz had set out my Christmas boxes weeks ago and I had unpacked all the ornaments I wanted to use and he had put the boxes back except for two I had overlooked and then ignored. “I will get to them in tomorrow” was my Mantra. Tomorrow came yesterday. They were old dusty, graying boxes that had come from Mother’s attic. I knew there was nothing inside I wanted to use but I opened them anyway. Inside I found ceramic statues of the Three Kings that appear in almost all nativity scenes. 

These Maji, or Kings or Wise men of this nativity story fascinate me and always have, even as a child. I thought they were the best part of the story. Their story is just as amazing to me as the main story.  

They represent past, present and future.

I packed them back up and told Chaz he could put the two boxes back in storage. As soon as I walked back to my room I realized they would fit beautifully on my mantle and there was just enough space for the three of them. Back out I went to rescue them. On the mantle they are now (that sounded like Yoda speak) and they look great with the other tarnished brass items that also rest there. I went about the rest of my day. This morning as I sit here writing I look over and realize that one of the Kings is looking over at me. I do not recall his head being turned yesterday. The other two are gazing straight ahead. Why is he not? Why is he looking over here at me? I am unsettled by this. Will someone please watch him and tell me if he follows me as I cross to the other side of the room. I get the feeling he does.

The last thing I want to say is…

Dear Psychotic, woman beating, child abusing, tragic excuse for human, p***s packing, creature, it is fortunate for you I was not there when you plowed down my 6-year-old granddaughter with your shopping buggy and then tossed over your shoulder as you strutted by “excuse you”. She is 6. 6!!!! 

                                               My Granddaughter  and Santa

It was NOT funny. It was not a lame excuse to toss over your shoulder as an afterthought “excuse you!” It does not matter that she may have been frolicking and veered into your path. You did not even try to stop or slow down and who the BLOODY HELL do you think you are to think you have a right to meet out what you may believe to be punishment or just consequences. She is 6!!!! You are a vile, (For some reason the Grinch song is now streaming though my head) ….  

Did someone run over you with a buggy when you were a child and so you believe it is OK? Was it OK when they did that to you? Did someone run you over and your parental unit have no sympathy and so you believe all children deserve cruelty and to be yelled at by a parent? Were you hoping my daughter would turn on her own child and blame her?  

Did some hurtful adult constantly curb your enthusiasm and so you now believe children should not express joy and be free and wistful? What horrible thing(s) happened to you as a child that has turned you so hard?  What if someone like you ran over your grandchild or child? Ran over your little sister? Little brother?

Santa was watching….  

……...have a Merry Christmas

Nehushtan the Good and Corruption

(Lest) One good custom (should) can corrupt the world... ― Alfred Lord Tennyson from his poem "Idylls of the King". This was in my Devotional this morning.

The poem is wonderfully brave and noble. There is a melancholy desperation woven in it as Arthur accepts his fate but, on top of that, shimmering like a finely woven silk is a grand hope. Not for himself but for the world. Arthur smiles at the rumors he has heard about his greatness, reminisces about his best adventures and challenges his last loyal knight to an emotionally difficult task. This is a selfless act that will free the knight gracing him with a wondrous tale and memory.

But the Devotional was not about Arthur it was about a bronze serpent created by Moses to heal those who were bitten by serpents cast upon them by GOD during the 40 years he and the tribes spend in the dessert. The serpent is named Nehushtan and GOD asked Moses to create it. This story is unfamiliar to me. How had I overlooked it? The referenced Bible verse is Numbers 21 4-9. I have not read it yet this morning. Shall we?

Numbers 21:4-9 New International Version (NIV)

The Bronze Snake
4 They traveled from Mount Hor along the route to the Red Sea,  to go around Edom. But the people grew impatient on the way;
5 they spoke against God and against Moses, and said, “Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? There is no bread! There is no water! And we detest this miserable food!”
6 Then the Lord sent venomous snakes among them; they bit the people and many Israelites died.
7 The people came to Moses and said, “We sinned when we spoke against the Lord and against you. Pray that the Lord will take the snakes away from us.” So Moses prayed for the people.
8 The Lord said to Moses, “Make a snake and put it up on a pole; anyone who is bitten can look at it and live.”
9 So Moses made a bronze snake and put it up on a pole. Then when anyone was bitten by a snake and looked at the bronze snake, they lived.

                    Anthony Van Dyck: Moses and the Brazen Serpent

OK, the good custom from the Tennyson verse referenced in the Devotional is that looking upon the bronze snake will heal you. And where/when does good corrupt? The next verse dealing  with the snake figure is in II Kings 18:4 where GOD commands Hezekiah to destroy the serpent because the tribes have begun to worship it, burning incense and offering it sacrifices.

2 Kings 18:4 New International Version
He removed the high places, smashed the sacred stones and cut down the Asherah poles. He broke into pieces the bronze snake Moses had made, for up to that time the Israelites had been burning incense to it. (It was called Nehushtan.)

Let me give you a time reference. Nearly a 1000 years passed between Moses creating the serpent and Hezekiah destroying it. It obviously took a while for the corruption to occur. But now the quote used makes more sense.

Arthur's knight shares his fears about his own future and the future of the world with Arthur and the dying King offers this comfort:
And slowly answer'd Arthur from the barge:
 "The old order changeth, yielding place to new,            
 And God fulfils Himself in many ways,
 Lest one good custom should corrupt the world."

Everything changes dear friend says Arthur. Embrace it!

One last, little thing I noticed. The Bible tells us the serpent's name is Nehushtan. It tells us that at the very end, right at it's destruction in II Kings.  The snake is not mentioned again in Numbers 21 after its creation. So that is the only time we are told it has a name. The name translates to "little brass one" and was tensed and used as a term of endearment by the people. I think it a touching end, a beautiful reminder of the good the serpent was intended for. A wonderful epitaph.

I can now clearly see how good can lead to corruption and I can see where in my life that has happened as well. Be it relationships with lovers, people, jobs, good became corrupted and changed. These changes  catapulted me to more change. I am embracing it.

(However, it sometimes feels like I am embracing a cold wet porcupine.)