Unlike my sister-in-law, Terri, I’m not a jigsaw puzzle person. Every vacation or holiday, you can just about bank on it—out comes some beautifully photographed but deviously detailed puzzle with three million pieces, and somehow that’s supposed to be stress-reducing?
To each his own.
If I were a puzzle-fan, however, I definitely wouldn’t buy them secondhand, like I do most everything else. There’s just this nagging thought that after all that work the last piece (or five) would not be in the box. That could mean, for instance, that Washington’s nose might be missing as he’s crossing the Delaware, or the chalice might be missing from the Last Supper, or Picasso’s Guernica….
….well, okay, on that one I might not notice.
Point made, if I want to make sure I have a whole puzzle, it needs to be a NEW puzzle.
I’m also thinking this is what God had in mind when Continue reading “Wholly Holy”