“There must be a weason!”

When I was a kid, my mom told me that a little boy was screaming and crying in the doctor’s waiting room because his mom would not let him have a piece of gum. She said the mom was immovable, and the boy was inconsolable. He kept saying to his mom, “But why? There must be a weason!”

I like to find reasons for most human behavior, and I think whether or not we are aware of them, reasons usually exist. I have no doubt that the mom in the doctor’s office back in 1960 had her reasons for withholding gum (that’s not a crime anywhere is it? I can hear the Juvenile Court judge now–“What’s the charge?” ” Your Honor this mom has been found guilty of withholding gum for no apparent reason.”  “I see…, and this falls under…?”  “Emotional abuse your Honor”).

Apparent, like the word apparition comes from the Latin to appear; its synonymous with clear, clear-cut, distinct, evident, manifest, obvious, patent, plain.  And there’s the rub for those of us trying to live by faith in a loving God. Often the weasons are not apparent, and in fact the withholding of something good (a spouse, a job, a baby) can seem to be a case of unnecessary meanness. Belief in a loving God however often requires us to overlook the circumstantial, and wait for the big picture. And for my money, the big picture is always good.

Listen to Ken Medema–he sings it much better than I can write it.

About allthingslizard

I have done just about everything I have always wanted to do: worked as a campus minister, became a teacher, married a nice man named Joe (36 years now), adopted three wonderful kids and watched them reach adulthood, lived overseas, earned my Ph.D., and recently became an RN. However the only thing I have not yet done is to write about my life's journey, even though I have written a lot of personal poems, mom notes to my kids, academic papers, and thousands of letters. I have a lot to write about because all those things I have done were accomplished on smooth roads with beautiful vistas, as well as on scary, twisted, hurricane alleys. Maybe you will find something here that you can relate to. And yes, I know that a preposition is a terrible thing to end a sentence with.
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