Grace of Froot Loops

Froot Loops

Excerpt from Check Your Oil for The Farmville Enterprise.

How many times have you heard “You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone”? You don’t know what you’ve got until a relationship ends, a moment is lost, or a freedom is taken away.

A woman suffering with cancer, who lost her ability to perform even the most mundane tasks, once told me: “It is amazing how much we take for granted every day. Oh, how I would give anything in the world to be able to get up out of this bed, walk into my kitchen and just pour me a bowl of Froot Loops.” She went on, “When I was healthy, when I could get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, when I could feed myself, when I could chew and swallow my food, I don’t believe I ever thanked God for something as boring as a bowl of Froot Loops.”

Who in the world even thinks about the awesome gift of being able to do something as mundane and as boring as pouring a bowl of Froot Loops? Someone who can longer pour a bowl of Froot Loops thinks about it.

Who in the world thinks about the miraculous gift of being able to walk? Someone who has lost the ability to walk.

Who in the world thinks about the gift of healthy lungs? Someone living with COPD.

Who in the world thinks about their kidneys or their liver? Someone on the way to a dialysis thinks about their kidneys. Someone living or dying with cirrhosis thinks about their liver.

And who in the world the world truly thinks about the miracle that is their life, the miracle that is this creation? People diagnosed with a terminal illness do. Those who have recently lost a loved one to death do.

In one of his parables, Jesus said that some foolish bridesmaids missed the whole dance, because they forgot to fill their lamps with oil and did not see the bridegroom when he showed up. Jesus ended the parable with the admonishment: “keep awake” (Matthew 25).

Keep awake. Check your oil. Keep your lamp burning. Don’t miss the dance. Keep watching and keep looking, recognizing that we are never promised tomorrow. Take nothing for granted. Don’t wait until it’s gone to know what you’ve got. Treasure your lungs, your kidneys, and your liver. Cherish the ability to walk into the kitchen and pour something as mundane and boring as a bowl of Froot Loops. Relish every taste in creation. Revere every sight and every touch in this world. For in life, nothing is ever mundane. It is never boring. It is all miracle. It is all gift. It is all grace.

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One thought on “Grace of Froot Loops

  1. Gale B Hagerty

    Well stated, my friend. I am grateful for the ability to communicate with a friend whom I have never met by pushing buttons on an electronic thingamajig that mysteriously sends my words from Ohio to North Carolina, specifically to this friend, and nobody else.

    I try to not take life for granted, and being partially disabled contributes to that. I truly miss the abilities I have lost. But I sometimes am resentful of the things I have to compensate for my losses. Although I am lazy and do not work very hard at trying to restore my ability to walk more than a few minutes, sometimes I resent the scooter I use to get around.

    But the thing I resent most is that I have to take a fucking pharmacy every fucking day!!! (And I don’t mean “blasted.”) ON THE OTHER HAND, I’d be in a world of hurt without all those meds. So I have both of those emotions operating simultaneously, but independently. They exist without conflict.

    I take my wife for granted often. I take our income for granted, since we are both disables and unable to work. Sometimes I forget “what we have” up-against “what I want.”

    People who post daily “gratitude lists” on Facebook really annoy me sometimes, even when it’s a beloved family-member. What bugs me is that on a typical day, for me, doing such a thing it ridiculous. It “feels” completely out of the realm of possibilities.

    I take a lot for granted. For me to say “I am grateful “us usually an extraordinary thing. But I only say it when I mean it. The shortfall there is that I don’t mean it often enuf.

    Peace, bro….

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