Brenny had an office routine
as solid as a wall around Jerusalem. Even before the coffee or
computer was started, she'd sit at her desk, with head bowed, and ask
God to guide her heart, hands, and mind. She realized the on-line
research she often had to do, took her into the dangerous paths of
the Internet jungle of Satan's neighborhood. Before her final amen,
she so often thought of little Johnny's request about helping others
get home safe and to supper. She took very serious, his question if
she'd teach him and others how to help.
She wasn't entirely sure
why, but a few days ago, she took a couple blades of grass from the
mysterious piles and placed them on her desk, next to her computer.
Those little green things wouldn't even cause someone elses second
glance. But somehow to her they were a reminder that God is up to
something. Brenda would sometimes stare at them and wonder if any
other people have their own little reminders that God is up to
something.
Brenda was really good with
forms, figures, and schedules and such. Yet she wished she had
Norma's ability to write little poems from the heart. For sure, her
first one would have to be Blades of Grass Reminders. The phone
buzzed and her busy day full of tasks began, the two blades of grass
didn't seem too concerned about all the action.
She never meant it to
happen this way. It's probably just the way some things happen in
God's spiritual neighborhood of broken glass, bicycles, and broken
hearts.
Brenny began the next
Sunday's object lesson for her beginners, holding up a couple blades
of grass. Nathan remarked that his daddy was always complaining the
stuff grew too fast and never seemed to get the yard cut all at one
time.
But their teacher, in warm tones began telling her small class
of another meaning for the grass clippings she held up for all to
see. They held a mysterious promise to be learned in God's timing.
The eyes and attention of the young listeners were all as peaked as
if they were each a Sherlock Holmes master detective.
Miss Prainor didn't learn
the depth of what she'd done, until next Sunday's class time when
almost every one of the children brought a couple blades of their own
grass in to class. Everyone seemed cheerful and expecting to learn
how the blades of grass was going to help them get someone home to
supper.
Hardly had the opening class
prayer finished, than some whimpering was heard from the rear of the
class. Rhonda's head was bowed with both hands covering her face. She
felt so alone because she never thought of bringing in any blades of
grass. In an instant, she believed she was an outcast in a room of
grass reminders and smiling faces. Robert stood to his feet, walked
over to Rhonda's desk and handed her one of his blades of grass.
Dedee did the same, as did a couple others.
Jesus asked His heavenly
Father for unity, like theirs. To teach unity to adults you use the
verses of John 15. To children, use blades of grass, among broken
glass - works great. Try it!
