Valentine's Day.
“Back home from McLean.”
As a well-fed baby who is
burped before he goes to sleep I have slept eight hours last night and the
night before. I am home alone again and today is Valentine’s Day and I feel
like writing about love, loving and being loved.
Thank you McLean for making
me feel loved and letting me love you a little. Because I know a thing or two
about love I will speak about love.
For some I have become as
radioactive as a Skunk to be avoided. To others I am as love able as a Teddy
Bear. To Jesus I am just a Gerry with a “G”, not with a “J”, because I refuse
to be a little mouse like in “Tom and Jerry.”
Yesterday I had my pastor and
friend Steve Smallman for myself in Chattanooga for
lunch in the Boat House, “Wednesday cat fish special.” Steve who is not afraid
of Skunks came to my house to help me negotiate the steps from my house to his
car and took me to lunch thus ending my days of “fat cows” and Jumbo Shrimps,
Japanese and Peruvian food in Washington DC Peruvian and back to the “skinny
Cows” of “Ramen Soup” for dinner.
Today is Valentine’s Day and I want to remind my friends that Skunks have their
little hearts also. Will you be my Valentine? At lunch time “Knuckle head 2” is
coming to pick me up “Knuckle head 1” for lunch and like Steve he will help me
out to negotiate the steps from my house to his car and go to eat to the “Urban
Stack Restaurant” hamburgers with mushrooms, beets and cream of spinach. He is one
who loves me enough to call me ‘Knuckle head” and he is one of those few good
men who dares to kiss me “on the cheek” and is not afraid to be associated with
“Skunks.”
Don’t worry girls and boys; I will be kissed today “with a holy kiss” for
Valentine’s Day even though I don’t think he even remembers that it is Valentine’s
Day. I will make sure he takes flowers to his beautiful and sweet wife who will
give me frozen soup in a Tupperware tonight.
For those who read my letters to the end I have a consultation to make. This is
the third week since I returned from Los Angeles and a little bird is breaking
his head trying to hit the glass of my window every day as if she would like to
get in. Some say that the bird wants to make her nest but sees in the glass the
reflection of her own image and is trying to chase the other bird away to make
her nest there. I do not know what to do but it breaks my heart to see her fly
into the glass with its little beak and kicks and slaps with its wings and is
not going anywhere. It reminds me of someone who said, “Come and rescue me.” Ah
if life would be that simple as just opening the window. Any counsel is welcome. I bought a
birdhouse hoping it will nest there last year but it ignores the little
house.
Have a happy
Valentine’s Day my friends and “love” because love is from God.
“But now abideth faith, hope, love,
these three; and the greatest of these is love.”
1 Corinthians 13.
From sunny Georgia.
Gerry Gutierrez
PS. If there is out there any skunk in need of love let me be your
Valentine!
I know how to
love, even though I am finding out to be clumsy as a bull in a china shop. I am
determined to ne nicer, because as someone said. “It is nice to be important
but it is more important to be nice.” Pray that I might be loving and kind
without sacrificing principle. I rather people end up hating me but loving
Jesus than loving me and caring less about Jesus. Along with recuperating
my balance, I hope to love and be faithfully balanced in my love for you the
beloved and elected of God.