In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.
I have enrolled in writing 101 class for the month of June, so my journals will look a little different, so bare with me.
Sainthood, I cannot fathom the concept of me being named a saint, but the question did bring to memory of a lady who I would consider a modern day saint.
Her name was Lillian Wilson, aka Willie. This woman exemplified sainthood like no other person I have know. She looked a lot like the cartoon character Maxine, even down to a bump on her nose and even Maxine’s actions remind me of Willie.
Willie could and would tell you what she was thinking, but she always did it in love. After she got through being tough with you she would say, “you know I still love you, now come here and give me a hug.”
This beautiful saint was a missionary in her own neighborhood, she embraced the children who lived on her street and always kept molasses cookies in her freezer for anyone who visited.
At the age of 90, she was too busy to go and have lunch with you on Sundays after church because she needed to go to the nursing home and “visit the youngsters.”
While she was still able she collected clothes for the United Methodist Children’s home and make a trip across the river about once a month to deliver the clothes.