I was blessed growing up to have what we would call today ‘a support group’ of two. My maternal grandma’s sister — Ollie (short for Olive) and my maternal aunt — Orva T. (short for Orva T.) They both had many things in common, the most common items being: both were ‘Old Maids’ (I was always sure that the makers of the card game got the idea from my pair of queens); They both lived together in grandma’s house which they had inherited; They both loved to attend the local church (which was two doors down); and on the bad side, both of them loved to build fences. You know the kind of fence that I am talking about, the disagreement kind of fence. I enjoyed stopping over after school to see if anybody had baked any cookies in my absence (sometimes yes and sometimes no). The availability of fresh baked cookies was many times identified by how many fences there were on the premises. Both of my aunts loved to talk to me when all the fences were up as they had few others to communicate with. And I enjoyed the visits because I was honored by being the youngest ‘fix-it’ nephew on the block. Whenever something broke I was consulted to ‘fix-it’. My pair of queens even liked the ones I ‘cobbled up’ cause it was me that did it, I suppose. It was a good relationship, all that honor given to a young guy and cookies to boot!
I talked to relatives about the ‘fences’ that so often were up at ‘the ranch’ (Dad’s nick-name for grandma’s home). The only answer that I received that seemed to make sense was: ‘Oh, that’s just the way they are, they will never change.’ I picked that teaching up and used it in my life for several decades, even referring to myself and others with that same teaching before I found out that to a biblical Christian, that is a false teaching. Both of my two of a kind fence-builders would have objected to the term false-teaching very quickly. But then I remembered, they never suggested the titles of ‘fence-builders’. I remember both of them teaching me that, “We are all supposed to love each other all the time, but sometimes it’s just hard to do.” I learned a scripture in Ephesians 4:31-32 that fits life at the ‘ranch’. …Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, slander and all malice be put away from among you and be kind, tender hearted, forgiving one another just as God in Christ Jesus has forgiven you… In my own life of building fences I found several truth’s in my memorable experience with my aunts that helped me to stop building fences: First, as a Christian I can change. It was always amazing to me that my aunts stayed bitter for a while and then it stopped. If asked why the change, they would say “we had a talk.” Second, I found out what it meant to ‘have a talk’ in my own life. All sin, not loving God or others as He commands, is against God, Himself, and things will only go from bad to worse if I stay behind my fence and keep everyone out. I found I needed to seek forgiveness (have a talk) with the LORD and those who I abused to ‘get right with the world’. This gets us in tune with our lives and everyone inside and outside of the fence.
I used to think of my ‘two of a kind as just that. Someone separated and different than myself. In learning to forgive I have come to recognize them for what they really are in my memories. A pair of Queens.