Whosoever

Whosoever

 

I remember Mrs. Mac. She was like a third grandmother to me. She reminded me of a scarecrow topped with steel wool. If she didn’t sleep with her hair wound around prickly curlers, it resembled a stainless steel scrubbing pad. Her eyes were the color of dried cornflowers on the roadside, with a gray-brown tint of gravel dust.

[pullquote width=”300″ float=”right”]It seemed to me, Mrs. Mac decided to be just like God and love everyone in the whole world.[/pullquote]Growing things was Mrs. Mac’s hobby. We spent hours in her backyard picking leaf lettuce, weeding, and flicking ants off her peonies. Almost every day in the summer, we sliced two humongous beefsteak tomatoes, one for me and one for her, and ate them with nothing but salt and pepper.

I always ran next door to Mrs. Mac’s house when things got crazy at mine. Like the day my one brother slammed his fist through a wall upstairs.

“Come on in,” Mrs. Mac said, cracking the screen door. “Things rough at home? You hungry?” I said yes, even though I wasn’t. It made her happy to spoil me. It made me happy to be spoiled.

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Mrs. Mac was a “whosoever.”  She was all the time telling me John 3:16 was her favorite verse in the whole Bible. “For God so loved the world, he gave his one and only son, so that whosoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life.” It seemed to me, Mrs. Mac decided to be just like God and love everyone in the whole world. She quoted the scripture often, to friends, to strangers, and to the white-shirted, black-tied, missionaries who took turns renting the tiny stone cottage on our street.

Whenever they attempted to persuade her to consider their ideas, an effort they made almost daily, she invited them to stay for lunch. Then, as she brought out grilled cheese sandwiches cut into triangles served with a handful of Charles Chips and piping hot mugs of Campbell’s tomato soup, she delivered her “whosoever” line and told them that was her doctrine and she was sticking to it.

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Decades after Mrs. Mac passed away, I finally came to grasp for myself John 3:16. One of my regrets is not being able to tell her the impact she made on me as a child. But I’ll see her again one day and when I do, I’ll hug her and whisper into the space between us, “Thanks for the seeds you planted, Mrs. Mac.”

 

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Diane Tarantini

Diane Tarantini

Besides being a daughter of the King and a dearly loved wife, Diane is mother to three children, two kitties, and a bunny rabbit. She loves words: writing them, reading them, and speaking them out loud. Good coffee, creating (and enjoying) great food, and the color aqua are very important to her, as is establishing West Virginia as the Best Virginia. She shares her hard-earned wisdom at dianetarantini.com.
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7 thoughts on “Whosoever

  1. Tara

    I just love how God sprinkles Mrs. Mac’s throughout our lives, scattering His seeds of goodness around us.
    Most times we have no idea the impact we’re making, yet we need to keep doing good things.

    Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
    Galatians 6:9

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  2. Gretchen

    #lifegoals.
    What a beautiful picture of Jesus in skin. Would love to be someone’s Mrs. Mac.

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  3. Jen

    Love everything about this post. It makes me think fondly of my own Mrs. Mac. 🙂 And like Gretchen said, I would love to be someone’s Mrs. Mac. Someday.

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  4. Diane

    The simplicity of the Gospel, in the simplicity of a life lived only to serve grilled cheese cut in quarters with hot tomato soup and Charles Chips (from the big tan can!). Such a sweet reminder in our media and star-obsessed world! Thanks.

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  5. Barbara Whittington

    John 3:16 is the scripture I love the most and the one I use most often. It says so much in so few words. My goal is to be Mrs. Mac. To spread happiness wherever I go and to spread seeds for Jesus. A kindness every day is my other goal. Especially to a stranger. I’ve had waitresses tell me they rarely get a kind word. A shame – those people serve us. a kind word costs nothing on earth but is worth gold to our Father. Hugs for reminding us, Diane, that we need to spread seeds daily. God bless.

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  6. Abby

    Love! This inspires and prompts the desire to live such a life!

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  7. Diane Tarantini

    Thanks for the love, everyone! Glad you enjoyed this post.

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