Bringing the Text to Life
[For an alternate approach pertaining to Matthew 21:23-32, see Sneaky Sneakers.]
My daughter kept calling. She'd say: "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. I'm not old, at least not old, old, but I don't particularly enjoy driving. Everyone is so rude and pushy these days. And in a hurry.
"I'll come next Tuesday," I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove over to my daughter's. Plastic toys were strewn in the front yard, and a few pansies were blooming in a strip of dirt along the sidewalk. I walked into Carolyn's house and hugged my grandchildren. "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn!" I said - almost with relief. "The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world that I would rather see than you and these children."
My daughter smiled calmly and with a touch of condescension and...