A Smile for Every Mile Along our Journey

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Dear Reader:

I think this is my “best side”…at least at the moment. I can walk around with a big yellow smile attached looking perfectly healthy…(if I don’t get a coughing spell.) I would also have to attach spare tissues all around the circular happy face for quick convenience as needed, when needed, which is always needed.

(My friend and neighbor, Vickie, gave me this wooden disk as a second swing seat for the old oak tree…the grandchildren will love it! Can hardly wait to get it up and surprise them the next time they come to visit.)

The “smiley face” started me traveling a train of thought about Jesus and his personality….did it include smiles and laughter? Most sites I researched agreed on several similar scenarios in scripture that conclude Jesus did have a fondness for smiles and laughter.

One research  example given involved the observation of the large following of children who sought Jesus out. As we all know we can sometimes fool adults hiding behind “false smiley faces” but not children. Children sense true kindness, tenderness, and seek out adults who bestow smiles of appreciation upon them.

In an Easter sermon titled “Did Jesus Laugh? the Reverend Sam Trumbore (April 16, 1995) shares a memorable story that will stay with us….linking smiles, laughter, Jesus, and children together… for a long time.

This story begins in one of the towns of Galilee, the area where Jesus did much of his ministry. In this town lived a boy named Ethan, who could not have been more than ten years old. Ethan looked much older than his age, for he had lived far beyond his years. You see, the boy was an orphan. His father had been killed by a drunken centurion and his mother had died in childbirth. He had no other family in the area and no one would take him in because his family was from Samaria and the townsfolk looked down on Samarians. Finding no help, he began living on the street.

Ethan slept at night in a manger in exchange for carrying water for the animals to drink first thing in the morning while the stars still shone in the heavens. Each day he visited the farmers in town to see if they had any work to be done in the fields. The workday began at sunup and finished just after sundown. He was paid just enough to buy a small loaf of bread, which kept him from starving. Because he could save no money or food from day to day, he worked every day – or did not eat at all. Fortunately for Ethan, he was blessed with a sharp mind. Without it he surely would have perished.

The town was on a road to Jerusalem, and Rabbis on occasion stopped to spend the night. Often the townsfolk would gather to hear the Rabbi talk. Ethan enjoyed hearing the Rabbis debate points of law expounding great principles and ideas. Ethan tried to figure out the answer to a question put to the Rabbi before the Rabbi spoke. Ethan loved the stories they would tell to inspire people’s faith that God would not forget them and someday would lift them up and send the Romans packing. This gave Ethan hope that someday he too might have a home, his own cow, and a small plot of land to grow vegetables when the Romans were gone.

One evening when Ethan was returning from tilling the barley crop, he noticed a new Rabbi was in town. He also noticed the crowd which gathered around the new Rabbi was much larger than normal and some gentiles or non-Jews were part of the group listening. Words were being exchanged at a fast pace. Ethan asked a woman on the outer edge of the crowd who the Rabbi was and she shushed him replying quickly, “Shhhh, he is Jesus of Nazareth.”

Ethan pressed into the crowd so he could see and hear. As fate would have it, he pushed up against the wrong man, a Roman soldier watching the crowd for trouble. The Centurion looked down at the Samaritan boy and gave him a fast hard kick shouting, “Get away, you little scum!” (actually he said this in a way we shouldn’t talk in a Sunday service – this translation will give you the gist of what was said).

Well the Rabbi Jesus stopped talking, and looked around. “What scum wishes to come and sit at my feet?” he said. “Open the way for the little scum!”

The crowd became silent as they looked around to see who Jesus was talking about. This was Ethan’s chance. Rubbing his sore rear end, he dove into the crowd, wiggling and jiggling until he was at Jesus’ feet. Jesus smiled and asked the boy to sit next to him.

This stirred up the crowd because everyone knew he was a Samaritan and more than that, the boy was unclean (in more ways than one). The most obvious way were the sores on his skin. In Jewish purity law of those days 2000 years ago, if someone had sores on their skin, they were unclean and shunned. The local religious know-it-alls who had been debating Rabbi Jesus brought this to his attention by saying, “Rabbi, you defile yourself by sitting with this unclean child. Send him away.”

All eyes were now on Rabbi Jesus to see what he would say or do next. Again the Rabbi smiled and said, “We will see if this child is really clean or unclean by asking him three questions.”

The crowd murmured in curiosity. What would the Rabbi ask that would show this defiled child to be clean? The evidence, the sores on his skin, was right in front of their eyes!

Jesus asked his first question, “Boy, who are your mother and father?

Ethan, enjoying greatly being the center of attention replied, “Rabbi, I have no father or mother for they are both dead. No one has taken me in for I am from Samaria. So now my mother is the earth which gives my body rest as I sleep on her at night and my father is the sky which guides me as I walk home from the fields at night.”

Noises of surprise rippled through the crowd, as they did not even realize the boy they often kicked out of their way could speak such words.

Jesus, looking straight into Ethan’s eyes, asked his second question, “Boy, by what do you gain your daily bread?”

Ethan straightened up proudly, “I earn my bread by working in the fields each day. When I have no work, I only eat by the generosity of those who offer me bread in the street. If I can buy no bread and none is given to me in the street, the bread I eat is the hope that someday I shall have my own land to grow grain to make my own bread. This bread of hope sustains me until my next meal.”

Jesus, without a trace of emotion, asked his third question, “Boy, what sustains your spirit?”

Ethan thought for a moment and then answered, “Since I must labor from before the sun rises till late in the evening, I have no time or money to practice the rituals and ceremonies of any religion. My spirit is often weary. What restores me is seeing the birds fly high in the sky, watching the tiny barley seeds sprouting up out of the ground reaching for the sun, enjoying the pinks and oranges and purples of a sunset, feeling the friendliness of the animals with which I sleep, and hearing the Rabbis tell of the good days to come when God will triumph over evil. Even though I am a homeless orphan outcast, I know there is beauty and kindness and generosity in this world. This sustains my spirit.”

Everyone was silent after hearing the boy’s words. Then Jesus began to laugh. He laughed so hard his whole body shook. This wasn’t the ordinary kind of laugh when someone falls down on a banana peel, or when someone says something foolish. It was a kind of laughter that makes you feel all warm inside. It was the kind of laughter that when you heard it, you couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well. Soon the whole crowd was falling over in laughter. When everyone quieted down, Jesus smiled at the boy and said “Everyone here has thought you to be unclean, but the beauty of your words show a heart of great purity, for it is what comes out of our mouths that reveal us, not our outer appearance.”

And from that day forward, the boy found favor in that community, was taken in by the man and his wife who owned the stable in which he slept and eventually inherited their land, as the couple was childless. He never forgot the kindness of Rabbi Jesus and told this story many times, hoping it would be told many years to come. You can pass it on as well.

And strange as it may seem, after Ethan met Rabbi Jesus, his sores disappeared. If you asked me why, I’d have to shrug my shoulders and say I don’t know. What I do know is that magical things do happen when a child is given love, attention and respect.

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Don’t you love the idea behind this story? Don’t you wish you could have been in that gathering that day and seen Jesus work His “magic” with smiles and laughter?

As first year teachers we were always reminded to smile…because the smile we gave our students each day might be the only smile one child received .

So until tomorrow…Isn’t this true of our relationship with our fellow travelers… as we continuously meet new people along the way? Sometimes an encouraging smile is all it takes to send hope and acceptance  to someone where there had been none.

John 13:34: “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*I planted two confederate roses….one has made it and the other didn’t. The mystery of life….hard to know why…but I am glad one is up and growing.

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IMG_0883 (1)Meet my new canine neighbor….his name is Dakota….a three year old lab. He is so polite and rarely barks at me…just patiently meanders over to see what I am up to in the garden. He lost part of his tail when a door was accidentally closed on it. The owner didn’t even know it had happened because Dakota only yelped once and never mentioned it again….like I said…very polite. Welcome to the neighborhood Dakota….always happy for the company while I work in the garden.!

 

 

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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3 Responses to A Smile for Every Mile Along our Journey

  1. marciatemple says:

    Hi Becky, First off, Happy Spring! I am so sorry you have been under the weather for such an extended period of time. Is it just a bad cold or a respiratory thing going on? I hope you do start to feel better each waking day. The grasses are starting to “green-up” finally up here. I am able to open up the windows today and get some fresh air in. Today is my day off and I am getting anxious to do some planting so I am going to go buy some pansies, one of my favorite flowers. They are always “smiling” at you I feel. 😃 I don’t know if I am going to make it down there this summer. I am hoping Mollie will be coming up for a week with the “boys”. So many fun places I want to take them.

    Ok, am off to do my errands now. Take good care and “get-well”! Maybe some more chicken soul for the soul would do you good! ❤️

    Love,
    Marcia

    Sent from my iPad

    • Becky Dingle says:

      Marcia…am slowly turning the corner…the medicine I take for the breast cancer is so strong it has a tendency to lessen the effects of its competition…other medicines like antibiotics and the like…so everything takes twice as long to take effect….am on my second Z-Pak round of antibiotics-hoping this will do the trick. mixture of virus/respiratory. Sorry to hear you won’t be coming this summer…would love to see more of you. Hopefully Walsh and Mollie’s home will be in the thick of renovations.

      Enjoy your spring….this is the first spring we have had in a long time that truly feels like spring. Normally we get warm then hot and never look back…enjoying the cool days and cooler nights very much. Did you recognize the ” little White Church” in the blog cover a few days ago…the church in the fog? It is located in Eaton, NH)

  2. ambikasur says:

    Lovely story Becky… I always knew Jesus loves to smile and laugh, but this one story is just incredible… Beautiful!!

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