Sometimes it’s hard to believe in Lucy McCorkle’s mantra. Lucy and Ev were members of the Lakewood United Church of Christ in Colorado. [circa 1973-80] Lucy, a great combination of heart and energy and creativity, helped me beyond words in having Sunday School [we called it that then] and Adult Education make differences.
Once, probably an ebb day for me, she knocked on my door, entered my office, and had her “Lucy-I-got-something-for-you” grin. She didn’t say a word, but put a rock on my desk, pointed to it, “That’s for you; don’t forget it.”
Well, truth? Lucy has never left my heart. Never.
The rock: “I’m me; I’m beautiful, cuz God don’t make junk!”
At times, especially these dawning days [or are they dawning daze?] I’m not sure…about me…or about around me.
But. [Follow the conjunctive “but” for truth]:
I regain the focus when I learned Muslims raised more than enough money to fix the Jewish cemetery in St. Louis, where gravestones were over-turned.
And every church and synagogue in one community offered their church keys to a Muslim congregation whose building was razed by arson.
I regain focus when I learn the 16 year old who sang at President Trump’s inauguration asked Trump if she and her transgender sister can meet with Trump.
I regain focus when I read from clergy colleagues whose commitment to bricks and budget is considerable, but a commitment to passion and community linking with community needs is so much greater. Yes!
I regain focus when I spend days [last 2 weeks] with grandchildren whose knowledge is growing but whose love for each other is without limits…and who wish for Grampa Mark to stay a while longer.
Thank you, Lucy…YOU have been the rock my whole life. Yep. For sure. Forever.