I do love the story that appears in this chapter of Finding God in Ordinary Time. I’ve been telling it for years, in the wake of a particularly moving encounter on an Alternative Spring Break experience in Savannah, Georgia in 2009. Since Gwynedd Mercy’s own ASB teams just started their 2018 adventure, it seemed like a good time to post it. To them I say: May each of you find–and remember–your Rose!
Chapter 8: Finding God in a Flowered Housedress
I have called you by name: you are mine. — Isaiah 43:1
Rose was scary. And she was scared.
She hovered in her bedroom doorway in a flowered, old-lady housedress and ratty slippers, her chopped-off hair looking like it had been styled in an asylum. Eyes full of suspicion, she peered anxiously at the do-gooders who had come to mess up her apartment. But it was that or eviction.
I was the head do-gooder, sent by Rose’s social worker along with four of my students as part of an alternative spring break service experience. The apartment had descended into filth and chaos, we’d been told, since Rose’s “boyfriend” had been transferred into assisted living. The landlord was ready to bounce her, so it was our job to make the place habitable—and not just for the many roaches scurrying through the cabinets.
I was so proud of my students that day. They donned gloves and tackled that awful kitchen with good cheer, emptying cabinets, throwing out contaminated food, and washing every sticky surface. I had the far easier task of organizing the living room: tossing discarded food wrappers, newspapers, and tissues; organizing anything that looked worth keeping; dusting everything I could get my hands on. There weren’t as many roaches to be alarmed by, but there was Rose, watching me with alarm. She didn’t respond to any overtures so I went about my business quietly under her apprehensive gaze.
How is this her life? I found myself wondering. Having been blessed with what I considered a full and meaningful life, overflowing with friends and work, travel and adventures, I was increasingly distressed by the emptiness of this poor woman’s existence.
And then I found it. Hidden among TV Guides and junk mail was a birthday card, the kind you get at a dollar store. I peeked inside. My darling Rose, someone had written, I will always love you. — your Bill
My eyes welled up, and I gently placed the card in a prominent position on her freshly dusted end table. To me she had seemed like a pathetic creature, yet she was someone’s darling Rose. She was a social worker’s challenging case, a landlord’s problem tenant, and our Tuesday project, yet a man named Bill had remembered her birthday and had selected, written, and mailed this card with its tender message.
I do believe that we are all precious in the eyes of God. But I was humbled, that day, to realize that a person I could barely bring myself to look at was precious in the eyes of another human being as well—one who had penned the words we all long to hear.
Who do you find difficult to look at, never mind love? Try to imagine them precious in the eyes of God, and even in the eyes of another human being. What shifts inside you?
May each of your ordinary days be extraordinarily blessed.
Next Week: Finding God in the Cafeteria
4 thoughts on “Finding God in a Flowered Housedress”
Thanks for sharing this. I read it and when I got to the end, I found I had tears in my eyes. What a beautiful way of looking at life. I am blessed to have you in my life.
I hope Porter is feeling a bit better now. My thoughts and prayers are with you both.
Beautiful and inspirational! Love it.
By the way my boys loved your article about a reason for everything!
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Lovely story, Christine. I was right there with you and could picture the entire scene. Thanks for the sneak peek into your collection to come! So looking forward to more. Finding God in the ordinary is what makes life extraordinary, and your beautiful writing makes it a joy to discover.
Thank you so much for sharing this!!!! It’s beautiful!
On Sun, Jan 28, 2018 at 1:33 PM, Christine Marie Eberle wrote:
> Christine Eberle posted: “I do love the story that appears in this chapter > of Finding God in Ordinary Time. I’ve been telling it for years, in the > wake of a particularly moving encounter on an Alternative Spring Break > experience in Savannah, Georgia in 2009. Since Gwynedd Mercy'” >