Well, it’s almost that time again. Time to go grocery shopping. Time to face the grouch goons.
A very good friend of mine admonished me for being reckless in my abandon to bring good cheer to the grouch goons. She thinks it was a dangerous thing to do.
“Have you completely lost it? What’s the matter with you? Don’t you know there are weirdos out there who will follow you home??” she lovingly scolded.
Okay, kids. There are weirdos out there who will try to follow you home. So, please, don’t try my little stunt yourselves.
On the other hand…
How do we make a joyful presence in this world full of frowns and scowls? We can’t let the grouch goons take over. Pretty soon we’ll start frowning and scowling back and you know what your mother used to say, “If you don’t cut that out, your face is going to get stuck like that!”
I don’t want my face stuck like that. It’s already got enough problems of its own.
But I want the grouch goons to know that there’s this awesome God of Love who gives us reason to smile even amidst the worst misery. In order for the goons to get it, they have to first experience it on a natural level. God’s love and mercy is transmitted through….you guessed it…you and me.
To smile, or not to smile: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous grouch goons,
Or to take arms against a sea of scowls,
And by opposing end them?