No Perfect People Allowed
I remember when I was a kid it was quite the rage to start clubs and invite your closest friends to join with you. I was a member of The Girls Club in which we would yell “no boys allowed” at the top of our lungs when some little boy would innocently cross our path. Poor thing! I’ve even heard my daughter get into the spirit of clubs with her friends. My favorite kids club of all time, though, is one that I wasn’t even a member of. It was one that my Grampy served as a proud founder. He and his friends built a treehouse in a nearby forest in Stoughton, Wisconsin that served as their clubhouse. As with most clubs they had a “magic word” in order to enter the clubhouse. Now most of us used something simple like “open sesame” as our magic words, but my Grampy and his friends were creative. Their magic word was in the form of a song. It made such an impression on me that I can still remember it today. I know at this point in the story you are thinking “surely she isn’t going to make me read this song”, to which I am responding “oh yes I am.”
Alla garu garu, wahoo bahoo
Hiex piex, hika pika domatika
Tippa tika hong kong
Alka balka bah
Guah guah guah
A friend of mine has a shirt which reads “No Perfect People Allowed”. I really like that. It made me think of these clubs that we create as kids. Because even though a kids club is usually in the spirit of fun, the bottom line is that every club excludes someone. “No Perfect People Allowed” should adorn every doorway in every home, church, business, government office and clubhouse. It would help remind us that unconditional acceptance should be the constant rule. And I know for myself it would make me breathe a sigh of relief as I walk into a building with such a motto.
When I think of the perfect pecan tree I think of a huge tree with a wide trunk and leaves that could completely cover you from the sun on a hot day. The thing about pecan trees though is that they are somewhat similar to our own lives. They have stages of prime growth and when they get to the latter stage of life their production starts declining. So my version of a “perfect” tree is not what a pecan farmer would view as perfect. I think these beautiful, mature trees would appreciate this statement as well.