Relatives, and the race that knows Joseph. The two categories are not mutually exclusive. a fortunate fact, though they do not entirely overlap, either. But I’ve just spent a great deal of time with members of both sets, and am come home now, tired, but vastly contented.
There were miles and miles of unundulating Florida roads, and sharks’ teeth in Prairie Creek and seashells on Coquina Beach, sand in my shoes, ant bites on my ankles, five different beds, four late-night talks, three mornings waking up beside a window full of sky, two evenings spent in wedding festivities, a handful of birdseed tossed at a retreating bride and groom, and “Christ play[ing] in ten thousand places,/Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his” (Hopkins).
Freshly amazed at the way in which family loves in spite of knowing, and the way in which Christ’s body loves without knowing, I am the recipient of grace upon grace, smiling, sleepy, and somewhat sun-tanned.
For the inquiring, but slightly less informed mind, context for “the race that knows Joseph”: “Cornelia divides all the folks in the world into two kinds — the race that knows Joseph and the race that don’t. If a person sorter sees eye to eye with you, and has pretty much the same ideas about things, and the same taste in jokes — why, then he belongs to the race that knows Joseph … The race that knows Joseph is the salt of the airth, I reckon.” — L. M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams
©2011 by Stacy Nott