Livin' in the Banana Belt, baby!
I make my way through town, carefully walking in the streets. It's the Holiday week and no one is shoveling their sidewalks except for the businesses. And the city is doing a good job with the streets. And since I'm trying to stay vertical, I am now a pedestihicle.
I'm to meet the Bro-In-Law and the Niece from Nashville for breakfast at the Dinky Diner. I'm about 2 blocks into a 4 block walk when I see a familiar white Suburban pull over to the curb.
"Wanna lift, stranger?"
It's Bro & Niece. Jumping in, we navigate the next 2 blocks without incident and park by the Dinky Diner. It's full. All four booths and all 8 stools. No room even to wait. Well, inside that is.
Out on the sidewalk, we all look at each other. I suppose it was much like the look Mary gave Joseph all those years ago. But there's three of us and only two of them.
Oh yeah. Guess who gets to be the donkey?
Call me Eeoyre.
It's a weird feeling being on the outside. Not so sure I like it.
If I had clout or importance I could boot someone out and take their place. But I am, even in this small town, clout-less.
So why did God come and let Himself be born in a stable?
If anyone had clout, it would kinda havta be Him, eh?
Huh.
He chose being clout-less. No special privileges, out on the sidewalk like the rest of us.
Wow.
We walk back to the car as our breakfast search continues, but now I feel like I'm in pretty good company.
I don't even mind being Eeoyre.
Actually, I look pretty good in grey.