Today’s Readings: Jonah 3:1-10
God saw all they did and how they turned from their evil ways. So He relented and decided not to unleash the disasters He said He would through His servant Jonah.
A few days ago we had an experience in our house. My grandkids call my wife “Mimi”. That’s not what she wanted them to call her, but when the first started calling her “Mimi,” she fell apart and, of course, she’s okay with it. So, Mimi it is for all the grandkids. Mimi is a wonderful grandmother. She is a firm believer that parents teach kids respect and values and obedience and all those tough rules of life. Grandparents are the safe, fun place for kids. We give boundaries, but our boundaries are a little looser than mom and dad’s. It’s okay to have a snack before supper at Mimi’s house. It’s okay to run around the house at Mimi’s house. It’s okay to stay up past bedtime at Mimi’s house.
As grandparents, we reinforce the values we taught our kids, but the strict rules we laid down for our kids don’t seem quite as important for our grandkids. We let a few of those slide for them since they don’t live there full-time. If they did, I’m sure we would tighten the reins just like mom and dad because kids need structure and boundaries, but as occasional visitors, we get to spoil them a little.
So with that little bit of background, let me explain the experience. Mimi has a big glass cookie jar sitting on the counter labeled “Mimi Cookies” that always has cookies in it. The grandkids know they can have cookies when they ask. Except Grayson, the just-turned-three monkey, decided she didn’t need to ask because whenever she asked, she always got a cookie. We almost always said “Yes” so why bother to wait.
She pulled a step-stool up to the counter and proceeded to try to pull the lid off the cookie jar. And therein lies the problem. It’s one of those sealed lids that takes three men and a boy to pull off. Grayson pulled with all her strength and the jar hit the floor. The glass jar was not made of safety glass. It did not break in nice square pieces, easy to see and easy to clean up. No. The jar itself stayed intact and the lid shattered into a million little slivers of glass scattered across the floor, two counters, and three rugs. Mimi was not happy!
Mimi and mom both had that MOM look in their eye. You know the one. It’s that look you get as a kid that says, “Run if you want to survive, but if you run, it will be three times as bad so you better sit still!” Mimi’s eyes locked on Grayson’s. I knew the fire was about to fall. I was trying to find a place to hide so I could escape the wrath. And then. . .
“Mimi, I sorry,” came from the sad eyes with a pouty half-smile below them.
Mimi melted. No punishment. “Don’t do it again,” was all she said.
Well, duh! How could she? It was already broken! It was already in a million pieces. No one could put it back together. Forgiveness was complete!
Mom stood back in amazement. How could she do that? How could she not do something? How could she let this little demon get away with breaking the sacred receptacle of all things good? What was Mimi thinking?
It’s pretty easy to explain. Mimi is a grandmother. God did the same for the people of Nineveh. They repented. He forgave. It’s nice to have Mimis around. It’s better to have God around.
Join me next time, won’t you?
Richard