Margie 'em

 

“Margie ‘em”, Pam will say this to me sometimes. But it really isn’t sometimes, it is at a particular time.

We had a lady in our church whose name was “Margie”. Margie was old. Really old. At that age where her kids are having discussions behind her back as to "when do we take the keys away". No one had yet taken the keys away from Margie.

At our church they talked a lot about Jesus. Mostly they told us what he had said, and then they told us what he meant by what he said. And then they told us what we should do based upon what he said and what he meant.

They of course knew most people didn't do what they were supposed to so there were also sermons about what Jesus said, what he meant, what we should do and then about why we didn't.

... where was I?

I don’t remember a sermon about patience but it was wrapped up in there with some of those “Frits of the Spirit”. And it was probably mentioned at other times. Someone needs to listen more carefully for me.

But Jesus didn’t have to put up with traffic like Margie did. Like we all do.

In Jesus' day they didn’t have cell phones. Cell phones are the reason that cars don't move when the light turns green at the intersection. Someone is looking at their phone instead of the light and this person is always in front of you.

So there was Margie at the stop light. It went from Red to Green, but Margie couldn’t go because some numbskull was looking at a cat playing the piano on YouTube.

Couldn’t go. 

Waiting. 

Can’t go. 

Waiting. 

What would Jesus Do (WWJD). I dunno. 

But Margie knew.

Margie took her foot off the gas and rolled up and gave them a little bump. 

Encouragement.

A wake up call.

Moving inspiration.

A little love tap. 

A bump.

So when I'm driving, the light turns green and no one moves Pam will say...

Margie 'em

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