JESUS TOUCHED THE FRAGILE THINGS
Willy, a talented artist, potter, and friend of mine, recently had her first art show. Friends and family were invited to the pre-opening reception. Willy’s five-year- old godchild, Megan, was led carefully through the gallery while her mother pointed out each piece, telling her not to touch anything that might break. At the end of the day, Willy asked Megan, “What do you like best of all the things you see here?” Megan leaned forward and whispered, “I want to touch the fragile things.” Late that night I got a phone call from my mother. “Honey, Grandmother passed away tonight.” We’d all been expecting it. She was ninety-one years old. But just the day before, she had been correcting my grammar and teasing the nurses saying, “It sure is hard to be a princess around here.” And I sat on the bed with tears in my eyes and thought, “Life is so very frail. I want to touch the…
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