A case of misunderstanding

“Little pictures have big ears.” I remember hearing this saying as a young child, and knowing that it was being applied to me. However, because of my mom’s North Carolina accent, I heard the saying as “little pitchers have big ears.” That confused me. I would wonder if someone was going to pick me up by my ears and pour me out!

We have all heard examples of children (and adults) mishearing and misunderstanding. At Church, they were singing “Bringing in the Sheaves” (a song which, by the way, was written in northern Illinois, at a church in Sterling). A little boy cried out excitedly, “That’s what my mom does on laundry day—she brings in the sheets.”

However much children and adults may lose the meaning of our words, few will lose the meaning of our actions. Those speak loud and clear. Even our tone of voice or our body language can convey a message. Sometimes God can soften what we intend, even make our actions appear differently than we intend, but we have all know persons who have been hurt, confused, put off, or been put out by the verbal and non-verbal messages that convey something other than our best intentions.

As we continue through this Lenten season, let us reflect upon how our words and behaviors affect others, especially the youngest and most vulnerable among us. After all, “little pictures have big ears.”

May God bless and guard us all.

Pastor Dan

KCAY

(Keep Christmas All Year):  In 1867, Phillips Brooks, rector of Holy Trinity Church in Philadelphia, travelled on horseback from Jerusalem to Bethlehem during Christmas.  He was so inspired by what he saw that he wrote “O Little Town of Bethlehem.”  The next year, he presented the poem to the children of his Church during the Christmas season.  When mated with the tune “St. Louis,” Brooks’ poem became the familiar Christmas Carol.

Holy places (places filled with holy memories) inspire us all of the time.  During this Lenten season, what holy places inspire you?  A Church you attended many years ago?  The Church you attend now?  A beloved place in the country?  Or maybe even the city (I still get inspired by Lake Michigan, especially on a stormy day)?  Who knows?  Maybe these holy places may inspire a poem to share with our children?

 

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