Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him. Psalm 34:8
My husband and I recently watched one of his favorite programs, the Barrett Jackson Auto Auction. I usually sort of half-watch the program, just to see the amazing vehicles that pass over the auction block. But suddenly, there it was: an antique Good Humor truck, and I was five years old again. I clearly remembered my mother’s instructions as I clutched the nickel in my tiny hand: “You can get ice cream only if you don’t cross the street!” My skinny legs propelled me as fast as I could run, but the truck was turning the corner, and suddenly…I would have to cross the street to get to it! Ignoring my mother’s warning, I carefully looked both ways and ran across to get my ice cream. I came back the same way, but I never told my mother. That ice cream didn’t taste as good as I thought it would because I had not only disobeyed her but neglected to tell her of my actions.
Back to the Barrett Jackson Auto Auction, that antique truck sold for $170,000 that night. That’s a whole lot of nickel ice cream treats! I looked at the website, GoodHumorTrucks.com, and enjoyed more happy memories of the white-clad man with the police-style hat and the coin changer on his belt climbing down from the truck cab. Not all of us had Good Humor trucks, but we all remember the ice cream vendors of the day and how they drove around our neighborhoods on summer afternoons with their bells jingling. The memories of the latch on the freezer door opening and those ice cream treats being handed around can take us baby boomers instantly back to our childhood.
People say that times are different now, and neighborhoods are not the close-knit, safe places they used to be. Community can mean many different things to all the diverse people in society, yet we can share our own good values and memories with all we come in contact with. Children trust adults who interact with them, whether they bring ice cream or play games or just talk about their own experiences. We can all be “good humor” people with whomever we meet.
Lord, let us share ice cream, games, experiences and Your love. Amen
Meg Blaine Corrigan is the author of three books: Then I Am Strong: Moving From My Mother’s Daughter to God’s Child; Perils of a Polynesian Percussionist; and Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions for the Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian. She holds a Master’s Degree in Counseling from the University of New Mexico and has over thirty years’ experience working with survivors of domestic violence, sexual assault, war veterans, and other trauma survivors. Her books may be purchased through her website, www.MegCorrigan.com or from www.amazon.com .