Not What She Meant

The "Suppertime" poem which was my last post received an interesting review. If you haven't read it you can scroll down and see it. I send my poems two different places to have them reviewed by other authors. One wrote the following message: "Heart touching poem and good style and word flow. Hope the brothers reunite soon for supper."

What? In order for me to join my brother in that supper I would have to die. I don't think she thought that one through. It's like the woman who told the pastor he should have his sermons published in a book. He said, "Posthumously I presume?" She said, "Yes, and the sooner the better." I don't think that's what she meant.

Another woman (why is it always a woman?) told the pastor that the sermons were like water to a drowning man. I don't think that's what she meant. Another (let's say it's a man this time) said to the pastor that each sermon is a little better than the next. I don't think that's what he meant.

It's so easy to say something that we don't mean to say. The young man can say to his sweetheart, "When I look in your eyes, time stands still." That's OK. But what if he said, "One look at your face would stop a clock." I don't think that what he meant.

I hope you say things the right way today and that it brings joy to others.

I will be working at a Camino from Thursday through Sunday. I hope I say the right things. Please pray for me.