WHAT I LEARNED IN A KNITTING CLUB
The idea was a great one. A group of knitters that would get together once a week and talk about knitting. Yarn; merino, silk, alpaca, angora, mohair, cashmere, linen, cotton, bamboo, acrylic, rayon, nylon, blends thereof. Needles; straight, circular, double pointed, interchangeable, round, square, aluminum, brass, nickel, bamboo, plastic, wood. Patterns; written out or diagrams. Stitch holders, markers, counters. Knitting heaven!
Lunch became a potluck event. Rest your hands, eat and socialize. It didn’t take too long before that nasty little thing called gossip reared its ugly head. The reason we’d left the previous meeting place; the owner of that shop; the other people involved.
I thought of the French Revolution. Women who had crowded in for front row seats, unconcerned with blood spattering as aristocratic heads rolled away from the guillotine, cackling laughter over the deadly “thump” while needles clacked.
And in this room? Bloodless character assassination which left the metallic taste of disgust in my mouth. I probably laughed once or twice as well. My “soul” sister Kathy, (whom I’d met at the group) and I decided to take that time slot and go for walks with our dogs. It not only felt better, it felt right. It felt good.
Sometimes we have a thought that becomes a vision, tuning into our “mission.” It takes on a life of its own and grows and matures. Then, horrors, tiny cracks show up in the walls of our mission and “stuff” crowd in. The purity of our vision is threatened. The original idea was good but didn’t stand the test of time and trials.
If we truly believe in our original vision, which we created with a pure heart and the best of motives, now is the time to dig in.
Matthew 5:8 “Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.”
Oswald Chambers puts it this way: “Purity is not innocence; it is much more. Purity is the outcome of sustained spiritual sympathy with God.”
Cyber Hugs all and many blessings.