Ordinary Days: Anna, #8

Those who mock the poor

   insult their Maker.

   (Proverbs 17:5)

 

Dear Anna,

You have always been on the side of the oppressed. When you were but a sophomore, you wrote, what turned out to be, an award winning poem. The last stanza sums up your feelings:

            Don’t judge people, don’t be a fool;

                You really aren’t that cool.

                Call me names, do what you want;

                Through it all, I’ll remain nonchalant.   

That’s you! The poem expresses your concern for those whom the cool kids judge not cool. The poem also expresses your sense of your own person. I love that about you. Jesus sided with the poor, the lowly, and even risked conversation with that Samaritan woman.

I look forward to seeing where your thoughts will lead you—what ideological form they will take in you. My guess is it will take a uniquely Anna form—not just the fashionable ideology of the day; but your own thought. You will take your teachers by surprise. You have become a woman of substance, like Ruth the Moabites, with a mind of your own. I look forward to discussing such things with you.

Love, PAPA