James is in his 30s, I think. He has the clearest, warmest brown eyes and he’s thoughtful and likes music.
At the center today, one of our friends, whose physical malady distorts her gait, accidentally spilled a plastic bucket full of little mayonnaise and mustard and ketchup packages.
They were all over the floor, vibrantly colorful, like an Armenian mosaic. I offered to pick up the packets, but James stepped up and did it, before helping me with the tray of fresh lettuce and tomato and red onion.
The other day, when another of our older friends at the center struggled to put one arm in his coat, this gentle lady, with the unsteady gait, helped the man with his coat, near the front of the room.
He had gotten one arm in one sleeve, while sitting in his wheelchair, but he couldn’t get the coat all the way on. The lady stepped up and helped him.
Sometimes we complain at the center, but other times, good things happen and we usually end up in peace. Sometimes we just eat and don’t say much and other times we’re more talkative and festive. We’re planning for Thanksgiving.
We notice when something’s wrong, and when something’s right, we try to call attention to it.
The lady with the beautiful wavy hair and warm winter hats and festive earrings, she seems so quiet lately.
People go missing sometimes. Last spring, one of our friends, who always watered the plants, went missing for months. The plants almost died, but the steady and unsteady lady, who loves milk and struggles to walk, she watered the plants, while Mr. Crawford was gone.
Mr. Crawford said there are blooms upon blooms. It’s true. That Christmas cactus has one bloom then another and another, on one green stem after another, like they are all climbing over each other, trying to reach the light—or be the light, in perfect symmetry.
It’s hard to wait for symmetry. It’s like giving up believing, not in Jesus, but in hopes and dreams and peace. It hurts a lot when Jesus brings a sword, the one He said wouldn’t bring peace.
So, it’s almost 5 o’clock and division hurts. Now I’m reading about petitions from several states, to secede from the Union, to not be part of the United States anymore. Just in time for Daniel Day-Lewis to portray President Abraham Lincoln on-screen. The world has gone crazy.
Last I looked, that Christmas cactus was still blooming. There’s a bright spot somewhere.