ANONYMOUS …
Anonymous said, “Words slip easily from the tongue. Think well before you let them go.” Liberal Leader Michael Ignatieff let some go earlier this week saying they were tired of game playing. So are we! Next he moved a vote of nonconfidence, while Jack (Jack-in-the-box) Layton jumped on the support bandwagon, balancing the scales, I guess.
Oh well, what can we expect, even Anonymous is game playing, but his, her, or their words are from an internetter claiming to be he, she, or it. His, her, or their Google site, one of 146,000,000, says that, “Anonymous, in addition to being responsible for 85 per cent of all quotes ever made, is the source of 91 per cent of all internet truth and justice, and 33.33, repeating of course, daily dosages of Vitamin B.”
That was enough; we turned to books, where it’s still easier to find stuff.
The first story took us to Sunday School where the lesson was about Jonah and the whale. “So what does the story teach us?” the teacher asked.
Little Johnny, as quick as a wink, answered, “You can’t keep a good man down.”
The whale perspective, much like ours on elections, is poles apart, so we went forward, learning from Anonymous, that random acts of kindness are still on.
An elderly lady paused in front of a flower shop admiring a tiny bouquet of violets in the window. She looked in her purse, closed it and walked on. A young man standing nearby noticed, dashed into the store, bought the bouquet and gave them to the lady, hearing the startled thank you as he dashed away. “It was wonderful,” she told a friend, “for a few moments it made me feel quite young again.”
A random kindness for Canadian voters could be stability in governing, eh?
Back to Sunday School, or is that where we are? Anyway, teacher was on about the weekly offering, asking the class for verses of scripture about giving. “The Lord loveth a cheerful giver,” said one girl, followed by a boy with “It is more blessed to give than to receive,” and Little Johnny, still there, wrapped it up with, “A fool and his money are soon parted.”
For the disillusioned teacher, Anonymous wrote: “I see children as kites. You spend years trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you are both breathless … they crash … they hit a rooftop … you patch, comfort and assure them that one day they will fly.
“Finally they’re airborne. They need more string, and you keep letting it out, but with each twist of the ball of twine sadness comes with the joy.
“The kite becomes more distant and you know it won’t be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar, as they are meant to soar – free and alone. Only then do you know your job is done.”
Until, of course, that wondrous day they come home with grandchildren.
Grandparents, still hung up on manners, would want to take Sarah under their wing on hearing the tale of her first Sunday school.
The question for the class was, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Sarah’s answer brought smiles: “An angel.” Pleased, teacher asked why.
“So I can fly around and drop water bombs on people I don’t like,” she said emphatically.
Thanks to Sarah from Canadian voters; water bombers unite!
Ah, but seriously, tomorrow is another day, and here, a wish from Anonymous:
“The joy of the morning to you. Ahead of you is a magical 24 hours of new life to be filled by YOU. It is yours, and yours alone. A precious possession. No one can take it from you – it is unstealable. What’s more, no one receives more, nor less, than you. How’s that for equality?”
Unstealable? This Anonymous lost the spelling bee, but the anonymous Scotsman may win your heart with his toast, his way, in his lingo: May the best ye’ve ever seen, be the warst ye’ll ever see!
A tip of the hat to friendly Anonymouses! And to you too!
Enjoy our white season!
