I couldn't believe my luck when I looked to see my name stood beside the Minister's Minute column for Friday the 13th! If my Irish grandmother were still alive, she would tell me to stay in bed on this "dangerous" day and be very careful not to engage in any work. Grandma was the queen of superstition.
Horseshoes had to be hung, tips up, over the door and bird droppings meant good fortune. Itchy palms meant receiving wealth and dropping a knife meant a handsome man was coming to visit.
Was this just in my house? Although Grandma had lots of superstitions, she always had a twinkle in her eye, letting me know she really believed in fun and play, not so much in superstitions, although there is much in our world that was unexplainable.
That was when my grandmother became my teacher. Her "rock" of knowledge was that God loved her, and God's desire for her was an abundant life.
I checked the Bible for a clue to help me on this "frightening" day and found these words from the first letter to Timothy (4:7): "Have nothing to do with profane myths and old wives' tales. Train yourself in godliness."
That makes better sense to me. Get out of bed! Go and search for God working in the world - and place your energy and emotion there. Who knows, your work might bring you God's blessings.
