The nicest thing anyone ever said to me was uttered by Sam Schwartz the year he was playwright laureate in Washington, DC, two years before he died. As I was leaving a party, I said, “See you in church” which was our little joke because he was Jewish and his church attendance was more of an obligation to please someone else. But we met occasionally to talk about faith and life and pain. He was wonderful.
After saying, “See you in church” I overheard another guy say, “Who is that? Your mother?” And then I heard Sam reply, “If that woman had been my mother, I would have saved $10,000 on therapy.”
Wow. That felt amazing.
This is an excellent week to appreciate each other’s quirkiness and queerness. It’s a perfect week to remember that all of us fall short of the glory of God. It’s a wonderful week to thank God for our differences.
It’s a good week to say nice things to each other.