Exodus 28:2 “Make special clothes for your brother Aaron. These clothes will give him honor and respect.
2 Corinthians 5 We know that our body—the tent we live in here on earth—will be destroyed. But when that happens, God will have a home for us to live in. It will not be the kind of home people build here. It will be a home in heaven that will continue forever. But now we are tired of this body. We want God to give us our heavenly home. It will clothe us and we will not be naked.
John 13:34-35 “I give you a new command: Love each other. You must love each other just as I loved you. All people will know that you are my followers if you love each other.”
I think I have mentioned before that my cousins are the siblings I did not have. I looked forward to summers spent with Terry and Pris, Marlene, and Charles. The big guys Colin, and Dwayne were far too old to be companions, but around just enough to keep us careful. When we were younger Terry would come to our home in Rochester, MN for the summer. We spent happy days roaming the medical museum, the historic museum, the Mayo Clinic, and whatever wonders Terry's inquisitive mind searched out. He was good at that...Terry could make fun happen from a trip to the store. When we moved to Iowa I usually went to Terry's. We rambled the town, visited friends and cousins, walked out to Cocoa Beach, and baby-sat for money to spend for movies and cherry cokes at the drug store. We hitched rides to Washington, or to Grandma's out on the St. Claire Road so we could walk to the swimming pool at the country club. We were not members but someone always would sign us in. We sat up nights in the breathless Missouri heat and talked of futures and plans, dreams and movies, books and wishes, and what to do tomorrow. We loved one another, as only two lonely onlies can love. We fostered dreams, we shared hurts and fears, we looked after one another.
It was a much simpler world. No one thought anything of two young teens wandering the streets and highways. We were clean, decently dressed and minded our manners so we were accepted where ever we went.
One night we went to the Muny Opera in St. Louis, the show may have been ROBERTA, with Bob Hope. Afterward we stopped at a bistro for a sandwich and coke before the hour ride home. Some how we'd miscalculated our money, or maybe it was lost or stolen....at any rate we hadn't enough cash to pay the bill. I sat nervously nursing the rest of my coke while Terry ran to a nearby hotel and cashed a check. Can you imagine such a thing today? The hotel cashed his check, the Bistro gave us no problems, and we went our embarrassed way.
Although you can be sure we checked our cash more carefully from then on, it didn't slow us down. Once discovered, St. Louis was our goal, just a bus ride away. We did progressive dinners, beginning with a famous salad at a certain restaurant, and so on through 4 or 5 course meal. We slipped into night clubs to hear the jazz, or comedy and no one questioned us as long as we did not order liquor. Not a problem, we were there for the fun, the laughter and entertainment, booze was for adults at the American Legion at home, where the folks were. Where we avoided being and our absence was rarely noted.