Otherwise titled: God is Watching Us
Remember that old Bette Midler song, God is Watching Us?
From a distance, we all have enough, and no one is in need
And there are no guns, no bombs and no disease
No hungry mouths to feed.
It was kind of wishful song about the way the world could be, if, in fact we were all perfect.
Well I want to add a new verse to that, and in doing so, share a cautionary tale with those less than perfect members of a society.
From a distance, the postman arrives on time, and brings parcels to my door,
A from a distance, I just can not not comprehend, what all the stealing’s for!
“What is this stealing you speak of?” I hear you say. Well I’m glad you asked!
Remember back in December, when I had that awesome weekend of giveaways?
And do you remember, one of those in particular, was a magnificent display of Word Art? (If you answered no to either of these questions, you obviously don’t read this blog enough, and need to rectify the problem immediately!)
Well that lovely piece of Word Art, was a present for my mother, which is why, I couldn’t reveal the word I had chosen at the time. A fact, that might have saved me the grief that was to follow. (If of course the perpetrator reads this blog.)
You see, the lovely people from Word Art, painstakingly constructed my wall hanging, lovingly wrapped it in bubble wrap, and then gently placed it in the hands of a courier, who would obstensibly drive this object of beauty to my house, and place it into my care, all ready to bestow upon my mother on Christmas morn.
Unfortunately, that never happened.
Oh no. Because some one (quite possibly the grinch) was not feeling the Christmas spirit and decided to keep this gift for themselves.
Took about rude.
Wondering what had happened to it, I emailed my PR, she emailed Word Art, and that was when we discovered the shocking truth of its abscondment.(Totally a word.)
Through many emails, follow ups and sleuthing, I was finally to recieve a replacement item just yesterday, thanks to the kindness of the lovely lady who made it.
I’m yet to give it to mum, but I’m sure she will love it.
Now throughout this whole ordeal, one might assume I was cranky, frustrated or even mightily pi**ed off about what was a low act of a depraved human being, at a wonderful time of year.
I was, however, none of these things.
In fact, to be honest, I found the whole thing quite humorous, and got more than one laugh out of it.
You see, when choosing for my mother (my highly religious mother I might add), a word that she might like to display on her wall, it seemed only fitting to choose something that reflected her faith. I thought that this would be something that she would choose for herself.
A word to encompass her entire believe system though, was not quite as easy as I thought, until, in the end, Boatman and I realised the obvious.
There was one word that my mother would love to see proudly displayed on her wall for everyone to see; one name that she holds higher than any other.
And so, with that, we had her Word Art designed to present it:
So you can see why I find the whole thing hilarious. A rascally scoundrel, dressed all in black, armed with a tyre iron and a ski mask, creeps in to our front yard in the middle of the day (or possibly the courier’s office, truck or wherever), takes possession of a large parcel, assuming, that he has hit the jackpot in what he is about to uncover.
He returns home to open it, and is faced with something he never imagined.
The word Jesus.
Dude, if that didn’t make him feel guilty, nothing will!
So the moral of the story, to postmen, couriers, and all those opportunistic would be thieves who see parcels in peoples driveway, is this:
Be careful. God is watching you.
Huge shout out to Word Art for doing such a great job, and also sending a replacement. It really is a magnificent piece of art.