Nasty Burger Part Two
The saga of the Nasty Burger continues.
This morning I had a complaint, “They won’t let me play.”
To the group of boys who run the Nasty Burger I say, “I’m getting complaints about your game. I hope you’re letting other children play too.”
One boy says as he points to another child, “He did all the hiring.”
Again they laugh.
At mass this morning Father Fred pulls out a guitar. I can’t help but smile. Father Fred is a sweetly aging white headed man. He says, “This is a song we sang a long time ago. You probably don’t remember it.”
He sings, “Do Lord, oh do Lord, oh do remember me…”
My smile increases. My dad sang this song all the time when I was very young. I remember it well. I sing too.
I believe in enjoying the little things.
Sunsets and rises,
Flowers blooming,
Children laughing,
Hugs,
Songs,
I know God speaks to me in the smallest of voice sometimes to make sure I’m listening. Other times His voice is loud and strong, but that’s generally when I’m not listening to His quiet “no”.
