tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195442958648580478.post2244066819610696419..comments2024-01-19T23:29:45.080-08:00Comments on Priest & Poet: 14 PentecostJamie Parsley+http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475578259480661327noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195442958648580478.post-35432717308682599682011-09-21T18:28:46.678-07:002011-09-21T18:28:46.678-07:00I appreciate this essay.
When my beloved grandmoth...I appreciate this essay.<br />When my beloved grandmother died, I sat with four of my favorite cousins and we talked about Grandma. Due to too much grief and too much wine, one of us--I really cannot recall which of us--said something like, "I always felt a bit guilty because I was Grandma's favorite." This comment was followed by three beats of silence, and then another cousin said: "No, she loved ME best."<br />We all laughed, because we realized that Grandma's great gift was that she loved each of us "best" and "most."<br />This was but one of the ways in which my grandmother, a dear sweet and simple woman (in the best sense of the word) showed us God's great love: God loves all of us best and most. We are each God's favorite. I try, not always successfully, to remember that when I am jealous of people who seem to have God's special favor, or when I delude myself into thinking God favors me.Catherine McMullenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15159281166967288551noreply@blogger.com