12/15/07 Weekend Grif.Net – Fixin’ Stuff

12/15/07 Weekend Grif.Net – Fixin’ Stuff

I grew up with practical grandparents who had been frightened by the Great
Depression in the 1930’s. And a mother, God love her, who washed aluminum
foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle
queen, before they had a name for it. A father who was happier getting old
boots fixed than buying new ones.

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. They survived separation of a
world war. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now,
Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in
one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things; a
curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a
dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that repairing,
eating, and reusing – I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant
affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d ‘always be more’.

But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of
the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn’t ‘any more’.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away, never to
return. So, while we have it, it’s best we love it.

And care for it.

And fix it when it’s broken.

And heal it when it’s sick.

This is true for marriages, and old cars, and children with bad report
cards, and dogs and cats with bad hips, and aging parents, and grandparents.

We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things
we just keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up

There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who
are special. And so, we keep them close.

Especially this Christmas.

Dr Bob Griffin,
1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given