When I was in high school, we read the book Lord of the Flies by William Golding. It’s one of those books that’s a classic for good reason. It sticks with you. One of the major themes of the book is the nature of man: good or evil? I remember my high school English teacher going down the rows, asking us all in turn, “What do you think?”
I thought then, as I do now, that the nature of man is good. Golding didn’t agree with me much, but such is the way of things.
I was reminded of that book again this week, during my Old Testament class at church. A few of the folks in my class stated their belief that the nature of man is evil. I still disagree.
Here is one of the reasons why I believe that people are good.
Today, I was driving on the interstate and I noticed that a short distance ahead, three cars had their hazard lights on and were swerving around something, slowly. I slapped my hazards on, too, so the several semi-trucks behind me would get the message, and I slowed down. As I approached, I saw the problem.
A dog was in the road. A big brown boxer, his white chest sticking out in front like a puffy tuxedo shirt. He was happily meandering around in both lanes of southbound traffic, walking toward the oncoming cars, seemingly oblivious to the danger. He must’ve been lost – or maybe ill? He was wandering up to the cars, dangerously darting in front and behind them. As he headed for the shoulder, finally, I creeped around, being very cautious. Then I saw him dart out from behind my car. I looked in the rearview mirror, praying that the trucks wouldn’t hit him. I had forgotten the traffic behind me for a moment, so I was a bit startled at what I saw.
Three tractor trailers had their hazard lights on, and were creeping out of the dog’s way, along with several other cars on the road behind me. Dozens of people had stopped what they were doing to avoid hitting a dog on the road.
People who are inherently evil don’t worry about dogs on the interstate. Good people do.
So why do good people go bad? I wish I knew. But I do know that we are all just works in progress. Every day we make choices. I believe that most of us try to do the right thing, even when it isn’t convenient.
What does any of this have to do with quilting? 😊 Well, now, that depends on your perspective. I happen to have several quilts that also meet the definition of “work in progress” and I thought I would share them with you, lest you think that I have been idle all week.
Here are a couple of small shots of a fan quilt I am working on for Grandma Hattie. It is the most spectacular quilt! It is a traditional design that I have seen before, but for some reason, I find this version visually striking. Must be the mix of happy colors against the white background. And red is my favorite color, so – I love it. It makes me think of romance, and elegant ladies dressed for the opera, holding pearl handled fans. I actually finished the quilting earlier this week, but I haven’t gotten pictures yet. Hopefully next week.
Here’s a picture of a quilt that I am piecing for my mama. It is a modern take on Grandmother’s Flower Garden, I believe – hexagon flowers, only BIG. The rows are sewn together, just need to get all those rows to unite. A picture of the pattern is on the right – I got it from a Fons & Porter book, it is an older MSQC pattern called “Ingrid’s Garden” but of course, I will call it “Shirley’s Garden.”
Also…still working on Oscar’s Cheery-O quilt. I got minky for the backing, and it came in the mail a couple of days ago, so it is off to the longarm ASAP.
As we get closer to the holidays, I find that I want to slow down rather than speed up, which is the opposite of what seems needed. Perhaps that is a good thing. Sometimes you learn a lot by walking against traffic.
Have a peaceful weekend,