I’m not that serious about this. (I think.)
A post of Facebook featured a picture of a bench in a
beautiful garden with the question “Who would you want to sit on the bench with
you?” (They put it more
grammatically.) I answered the way I
usually do: Barbara Pym (my favorite
author. She wrote “novels of manners”
during the 1950’s and ‘60’s about life in English country villages or
neighborhoods in London. Try Excellent Women or Some Tame Gazelle to start.) and Agatha Christie. When I read the comments, almost everyone
else at least mentioned Jesus. So I felt
guilty! I don’t know if there is a
message to this, probably not.
Yes, I would like to talk to Jesus. But it’s OK to think of Barbara or Jane
Austen or Elvis or John Lennon first.
No offense to our Lord, but I don’t think he’d be interested
in hearing about my romantic misadventures or my writer’s dilemmas. Not only would I love to hear about
Barbara’s, but I think she’d like to hear about mine. Not that they are that special, but she was a
writer, and anything can serve as material.
In the first post I wrote for Woodstock Churchlady, I said that one of my goals was to show a
reader that he or she wasn’t the only person in the world to ever feel a
certain way. So I suppose other people
would feel the same in the same situation.
But I’m not entirely sure, so if you have, I’d love to hear from you.
How about you? Who
would you like to have a conversation with?
How do you feel about your first response?
By the way, another sign that you might be an Annoying
Believer would be that when someone tells you that their choice of fellow bench
sitter is Clark Gable or Abraham Lincoln or Anne Rice, you look horrified
and say, “What about Jesus?” (And add
ten annoyance points if you say “our Lord.”)
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