Healing

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(Author's note: 'Nu?' was
a favorite question of
my mother's. It's Yiddish
for 'Can you believe?',
or 'So? What now?')
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Let all who take refuge in Thee
rejoice,
let them ever sing for joy.
[Psalms 5:11]
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"Lord?"

"I am here, child."

"I'm having one 'a
those BAD moments."

"Look at Me, child."

"Yeah. Okay.
(silence)
Now, WHAT?
I STILL feel BAD!"

"Have you read My Word?"

"'Ya mean, TODAY?"

[NOD.]

"Well, NO, Lord;
'Ya know, I've been
at work, all day."

[NOD.]
"Where are you now, My child?"

"Eh.......sittin' in front of
my keyboard with a cup 'a
raspberry sherbet."

[NOD.]
"And, do you have
My WORD?"

"Well, yeah.
It's right HERE."

"Nu?"

"What d'Ya MEAN?
It's OPEN!"

"Yes, child.
But, are you READING
It?"

"Well, Lord, You know
I have trouble with all
these words. I was
never a good reader.
I'm still only on chapter 3
of 'Left Behind'."

[NOD.]
"Well then, My precious?"

"Well WHAT?"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Should I go to the New Part,
or the Old Part?"

[PATIENT SILENCE.]

"Well, it is Christmas time,
and all. Plus, everytime I
open Your Old Part, You
always seem to be YELLING
at the Jews, for one
thing or another."

[NOD.]

"Actually, I think
it's kind'a funny.
But, don't tell anybody."

[PATIENT NOD.]

"I picture a bunch 'a
my scruffy relatives,
all standin' around
in B.C. clothes,
all in front 'a this Big Cloud,
and pointin' to one another:

'Uh, UH, Lord!
HE did it!'
'No WAY, Lord!
Don't LISTEN 'ta
him! HE did it!'"

[SMILE.]
"Tell Me, child;
what is B.C.?"

"Huh? It means,
'Before Christ'.
YOU know that!"

[NOD.]

"Lord? I think
that's kind'a weird.
Who decided when
our years would start
at B.C., and A.D.?"

"I did."

"REALLY? I always
thought it was the
World Book Encyclopedia?"

"No, My child."

(silence)
Hey, LORD?"

"Yes, My precious?"

"The bad thirty seconds
have passed. I think
I can go on, now."

[NOD.]
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O Lord,
rebuke me not in Thy anger,
nor chasten me in Thy wrath.
Be gracious to me,
O Lord,
for I am languishing;
O Lord,
Heal me,
for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is sorely troubled.
[To the choirmaster;
with stringed instruments;
A Psalm of David.
Psalms 6:1-3]
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In memory: Mom, who had
the greatest sense of humor.

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