The Unworthy Kid Glove

"O Lord, I am not worthy that you should come to me, yet say but the word and I shall be healded," wept the glove whose empty fingers were tightly coiled in a fist. "I am such a wretch, a worthless sinner," wailed the glove as it clutched itself in anguish. "O Lord, I am not worthy that you should come to me, yet say but the word, say but the word."

The unwrothy glove was so curled up upon itself that no hand could possibly get inside it. Yet, while no hand occupied the glove, it was not empty! The unworthy glove was filled fat with self-pity. yet God, who hears the prayers of all who beg, attended tothe glove's ceaseless lament, " . . . say but the word."

"All right, all right," moaned a weary God, "I will say the word – and kid, the word is Relax!"

"Relax, asked the startled glove as it wiped away a tear. "What do you mean, relax?"

"Relax, let go of yourself. Forget yourself and your precious image of being a wretch, a sinful kid," answered God. "As long as youa re stuffed – fullof grief over your failings and your unworthiness – there's no room for me, or anyone, to come into you. So, kid, if you want to be healed, relax!"

Anonymous

December 11, 2005