How to Love Your Enemies: The painting hung on the little piece of wall between the hall into the high school wing and the staff room. I’d see it as I rushed out of the bathroom, pigtails swinging, hands clean for lunch. It told a story that I knew before I ever went to school. “Whosoever shall lose his life for Christ’s sake and the gospel’s, the same shall save it.”
Tapioca pudding and serving the community? I’ll connect the two eventually.
See, little sister had pure white socks with a frill of lace that folded down neatly at the ankles. Mine were plain white, except the time in my fifth year when Mom couldn’t find white my size. Instead, she bought a pale lavender pair with sprigs of the tiniest rose buds ringing the top. Those Sunday socks delighted me. Unwittingly, they taught me something about the sacred.
Being part of a sub-culture, I’ve often taken much for granted. I see my grandparents several times a year. I sew my own clothes. I know how to change a diaper, scald peaches for canning, plant seeds in season, and sing both lead and… Continue Reading “Values My Culture Taught Me”