Man in the Red Sweater

THE ELDERLY MAN in the red sweater two rows in front of me makes me glad I’m here, gladder than I already am. On a January Sunday after a week of cold temps, I like seeing him and all the other sweatered and smiling souls who venture forth early. We stand to sing.

There is something in the red-sweatered man that makes me smile as if I’d been told something wonderful. It’s that he came, that he came when he could have just as easily stayed home. And I also like, if I am allowed to say this, that at his age he has not given up choosing to wear red. I make a note to myself about that.

I’ve not yet stopped learning from those older than me. Those younger, too. I love the oldest and the babies and all that fall in between. We are knit together.

“I rejoiced with those who said to me,
‘Let us go to the house of the LORD.’”
Psalm 122:1

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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One Response to Man in the Red Sweater

  1. Sharon O says:

    We are knitted together through the love of the Lord, if we are believers and I also look around the room and see ‘people’ and wonder what their lives are like. We are all not that different although we are walking a path in the same direction.
    I hope you said hello to the man in the red sweater I try to remember sometimes it might be the only interaction the elderly have all week.
    The red sweater reminded me that someday I think I want some red tennis shoes.


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