Holding Hands
Here’s a couple of questions for ya: Can the simple act of holding hands avert a disaster of epic proportions? Does the gentle touch of a loved one make everything right with the universe?
Well, it’s like this…
Many moons ago (and, I suppose, many suns ago, as well) back when I was first datin’ the future Mrs. MZM, we attended this really big church here in Houston. And it quickly became our custom to meet in the church lobby before finding a seat in the main sanctuary.
(You know how it is with Singles in church, don’cha? All we had to do was walk into church one time, holding hands, and speculation of our assumed marriage probably reached Iceland by the time we found our seats. I’m just sayin’.)
Anyway, I recall this one particular Sunday morning when I was a running a mite late. As a result, I didn’t get to meet my sweetheart as usual before the service. The choir had already taken their places, the preachers were sitting up there on the dias, and the service was just about to begin. An emotional earthquake loomed large.
The thing was, with over 4,000 seats in the place (hey, it’s a BIG church!), findin’ her wasn’t going to be easy – even if I had a clue where she might be. Not only that, but I now had, like, 30 seconds to search the entire space before I had to sit down (or get escorted out by the Deacons for disrupting the service).
It felt like a disaster of, well, you know, epic proportions. I mean, what was I to do? I just about had a conniption (which is sorta like a hissy fit, only more, uh, manly)!
Then – (sound of angels singing a Heavenly chorus) our eyes suddenly met – clean across the auditorium! It was like those silly romance movies where the man and woman spot each other across a field – their eyes meet – they open their arms in joy – they run, closing the gap – finally joining together in the Greatest Embrace of All Time.
Yeah, it was like that.
In fact (as she explained later), she experienced almost the exact same feelings things I had – near panic at not being able to find each me! I’ll tell ya folks; as far as I was concerned, that was a defining moment in our relationship, and I knew we had something special goin’ on.
The fact is, when you’re in love with someone, there’s just something about holding hands that’s, I don’t know, right. Like that one stroke of the artist’s brush that magically turns an ordinary painting into a masterpiece.
And with Mrs. MZM and me, it’s been the same for more than 26 years; whenever we’re together, you’ll still find us holding hands.
Hey, it’s only right.
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Photo credit: Holding Hands, by nic snell
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Here’s the thing, y’all. About 2,000 years ago, an otherwise unremarkable woman named Mary gave birth to an incredibly remarkable baby named Jesus – and the truth is, the world just ain’t been the same since! (On a side note, I always used to wonder – when Mary first looked down at the newborn child she tenderly held in her arms… did she really know who He was? I think, perhaps, she did.)




