Not Without Honor . . . Except in Your Hometown
I've written of her before; she is the aunt of a high school friend. I have been in her house dozens of times, but not for over forty years. Now she is a permanent resident at NHC, and every week she scolds me like the teenager I was before becoming a Christian at twenty-two.
"Where are you going now?," she challenged. "I guess I'm going back to the church." "Good - that's where you need to be."
Then there was this: "Why don't you bring your wife down here - I'll tell her a few things about you." "She knows enough as it is." "Bring her down here - I'll fill her in on the rest."
She and some other ladies were speaking with a young NHC administrator at lunch. I said, "I'll bet you don't talk to him like you talk to me - he's too young and good looking." "You won't let anybody be nice to you - you make it too hard."
If I defend myself too much, a favorite counter is, "You're forgetting one thing - I heard the wind blow before."
It's playful, but sheesh! The Lord must know that I need humbling weekly!
With six visits yesterday, 274 visits for the year (not counting any encounters with my old friend's aunt).