Easter Socialism 1965
Bonnie Barclay – Prayer Warrior
The little girl in the blonde pixie sits at the very back of the fire truck. Eggs are hidden all over town at the park, the saddle club arena and up at the grade school baseball fields. You can see it in her face . . . an action plan. Other kids look distracted, but she’s ready for an easy exit. Dressed in jeans and solid, scuffed Buster Browns, she looks to the left while others look around.
The fire truck at last comes to a complete stop and she is first off the back and running before she hits the ground. Easter basket in hand, she dashes here, then there, and scores an egg at every stop. These eggs are all dyed by hand and someone has handwritten in wax, the amount the eggs might be worth. One is worth a JKF 50¢ piece and that’s the exact one she wants.
When the basket is nearly full, she finally stops. Beaming and proud, a little pink from the spring sun, she walks over to her Mom to show off her spoils. Her mother takes one look at her mound of Easter eggs and begins to distribute them in other baskets that are nearly empty.
Proverbs 31:20 “ She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.”
Everything I learned about social justice, I learned from my mother that long ago Easter. That day, I learned why my mom was different from other moms and why her magnetic kindness still shines.
Lenten Prayer: “Lord, It is through our sharing this Lenten season that we can best serve you and others. Lead us to your generous well of kindness so that we may open our hearts to everyone we encounter. Amen.”