“So have no fear of them; for nothing is covered up that will not be uncovered, and nothing secret that will not become known.”
Matthew 10:26 (NRSV)
Stevie and me, we sneaked into Kenny’s room. We grabbed his crib bars and rattled them ‘cuz it wakes up Kenny. But not too hard.
“Kenny, come play with us!”
He was on his tummy, with his rear end all up in the air like when he was little.
“C’mon! Let’s go! The cartoons are started.”
“I can’t. I’m paralyzed.”
“Really? Are you sure?” I tried to remember if I know exactly what paralyzed means.
“Can you move your hands?” Kenny waved.
“Can you move your butt?” Wiggle, wiggle.
“How about your head?” Kenny tried, his cheek moved when he talked, but his head stayed on the bed. He was paralyzed.
Stevie and I considered these puzzling developments. It sure looked serious, even scary. What a dilemma. Today is Saturday. Mommy and Daddy always said for Saturday mornings: “The house better be burning before you knock on our bedroom door.”
But Kenny is paralyzed. As the oldest, I had to go in.
My first knock was too timid. I put my ear on the door, but nobody moved. I tried again, for noise but not fanfare. Knock. Knock knock. After an uncertain wait, the knob turned. Daddy did not yield the door. He allowed only his face to look down at us.
“Kenny’s paralyzed.” Daddy slipped out the bedroom. He made a face but looked pretty calm.
“He can move his arms and move his fanny but he can’t move his head.” I wasn’t sure I should of said fanny, just as we reached the crib.
“Kenny, show Daddy.” Flap, flap. Waggle, waggle. But his head remained still paralyzed.
Daddy knew just how to investigate. He inspected Kenny’s head. He tried de-paralyzing it. At one point, Daddy left and came back with scissors. Daddy figured it all out, and snipped away pieces of bedsheet. Tugs and snips and finally relief. Kenny sat up. He was not paralyzed anymore!
We almost thought it might be serious until Daddy showed the problem. He went to bed. To rest up for next Saturday, he said.
When we touched the bits of gray and pink on Kenny’s other check, well it made sense.
Our cousins did not do Kenny any favors last night with their wads of Bazooka gum. Kenny is not supposed to chew bubble gum before bedtime. Us either.
Father of Light, uncover the stickiness that gobs up our lives, from time to time. To time. Amen
What have I stuck my head to this time?
Written by Bob Krause