Sunday, October 25, 2009

Me, myself and someone else...please!

I got tired today. Tired of me. There are quite a few things that led up to this point, but rather than talking about that...I just have to say, as fascinating as I am, I'm tired of myself and talking about myself and writing about myself and thinking about myself. It reminds me that I'm human and selfish, it keeps me humble... realizing how uncool I am.
So here we go.
For a while all my blogs will now be about other people--ways I see the Lord in them, ways I'm challenged by them and all around good that is in them. People are funny, they do funny things and curious things and things I want to share.

Glenda
The lunch lady at the school I lived in this past summer was a character. She grumbled in the door at 7 and rustled around until 745 when she realized the summer school kids would be there soon and want breakfast. She cackled and gossiped with the other women and sometimes with us as she made fifty deathly cinnamon roles. She and the other women stole our food. They left a mess. They were hesitant about the youth with us. She screamed about possible snakes on the premises(as did I). Glenda was intense. One morning after the familiar rhythm of a passing conversation with Glenda, she surprised me. Background story: all the kids I was with this summer needed lunch. Very few of them ate three meals a day and even fewer were healthy-ish. Glenda saw a need and met it. She offered for me to bring all the kids(60) to the school at noon and she would provide lunch for them while school was in session. This was easily double the number of kids she normally fed and didn't think twice. In all the ruckus all summer, Glenda never flinched...even the time she was hit in the face by a stack of mashed potatoes a rowdy group of boys threw. Glenda is easily the best lunch lady I've ever met.