Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Not a Valentine's Day Carol


“Heartbug…Valentine’s Day is a poor excuse to pick a man’s pocket every 14th of February,” mumbled Ivan as he walked through the extremely Valentine-ized big box supermarket with an armful of Kraft mac ‘n cheese boxes and a case of off-brand Spirit. Not Sprite. Ivan preferred saving 69 cents by buying the Superb Value (inferior quality) brand from the supermarket. He also tried to avoid using a cart because carrying his purchases made him buy less. It didn’t help his mood when he dropped the Spirit case and a can exploded all over the old lady in line behind him, and he decided he’d consider using a cart next time.

 Let me be clear: Ivan is not Scrooge, and this isn’t the story of how miserly Ivan was visited by three Valentine ghosts and became a sap who subsequently showered the masses with heart-shaped confetti and “kept Valentine’s Day in his heart” every day. It is, however, a story about the power and beauty of selflessness.

Community college is a place many of us have walked through on our way to a university or an Associate’s degree. Ivan, however, had recently completed his Bachelor’s through an online program and was now working at one. He didn’t love it, but it paid rent and gave him something to do on weekdays. Ivan had friends—the sort who enjoyed discussing Bradbury and Vonnegut and painting household items with chalkboard paint. While he enjoyed dystopian literature and being able to sketch things on his coasters, Ivan was considering trying to expand his circle of friends. Perhaps that was what compelled him to Google search ‘volunteering opportunities in Lovettsville.’

                After parking outside the school and only seeing a few cars in the parking lot, Ivan considered just getting an omelet at IHOP and going back home and drawing something on his empty chalkboard wall when a minivan pulled in next to him. Before the parents had even unbuckled, a little girl tumbled out of the door, and out of the corner of his eye Ivan noticed a silver star sticker fall off of her shoe. Only after that did Ivan notice the girl was different. Down syndrome different.

                Reading picture books and cutting out tissue paper hearts wasn’t hard for Ivan. It was coming to terms with his prejudices against people who weren’t like him, people he had to exert himself to understand. The way these families interacted with each other and their handicapped and disabled children was something he’d never seen up close. He was afraid and challenged by it, because they didn’t pretend like everything was normal—they confronted the differences and loved right through them. At the end of the morning, the silver star sticker girl hugged Ivan and handed him a glitter-soaked Valentine and asked if he’d be back the next week.

By the end of the year, Ivan’s fridge was covered with glitter-soaked cards.

Food for thought: How can you get outside of yourself? Is God calling you to volunteer somewhere? Make this Valentine’s Day about other people, especially those less loved by this world.

Much love in Him,
Emma

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