L-O-V-E
Last week, I was heading to the grocery store when I found myself following a car with a decal that appeared to have the word “LOVE” on the rear window. This caused my mind to wander into the realm of Love-Mischief.
I began wondering who 42 was going place before me at the store this time.
- Would it be a lady whose cans ran away from her cart in the middle of the parking lot?
- Would it be an older man in a motorized cart who couldn’t reach an item on the top shelf?
- Would it be a lightning-fast toddler standing up in the cart seat, ready to tumble, while a tired and frazzled mommy took a half-second to turn her gaze to grab an item from the dairy section?
- Or maybe it would be an encouraging word to the young woman at check-out who just had her throat ripped out by a post-apocalyptic shopping zombie?
The light ahead turned red, taking me out of my reflective moment of LOVE. I slowly pulled up closely behind the inspiring “LOVE” driver, and the details of her window decal became clearer. I was horrified!
The “L” was a handgun!
The “O” was a hand grenade!!
The “V” was a pair of knives!!!
And the “E” was an assault rifle!!!!
The light turned green, the woman pulled away, and I numbly began moving forward; pleasant musings vaporized. Like a post-apocalyptic zombie, I drove into the parking lot, lumbered into the store, and picked up a basket. My first stop was the produce section…
WHAM!!!!
Standing before me was a cherished colleague and friend currently helping the church she serves through a disaster. We greeted each other with a hug, and we both came to life in an instant. Our animated and LOVE-filled conversation lasted at least 20 minutes amidst literal and figurative vegetables, and we were both alive!
O LORD of LOVE, you are indeed a MISCHIEF-MAKER!
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