9th Grade Typing Class
I am a very fast typist. I realize I am dating myself by using the term “typing class” and referring to myself as a “typist.” Regardless, I can type really well and really fast.
I took typing for the first time in 9th grade. My mother believed that everyone, male or female, should know how to type. I like Barbara Streisand’s story of her mother’s reaction to Barbara’s decision to break into the entertainment industry. Here you had this very talented young woman who could sing like an angel and act like a pro, but her mother warned her, “Learn to type just in case you need to make a living.”
My mother taught me how to limber up my fingers and increase my keystrokes per minute. She encouraged me to practice by typing the sentence, “Now is the time for every good man to come to the aid of his country.” I would type the same sentence over and over and over again. Now is the time for every good man to come to the aid of his country.
The thought behind the task was that the sentence forced me to use the entire keyboard memorizing the placement of each key. My mother, like Barbara Streisand’s, was very wise.
Tonight, as I read on Facebook and heard on local TV news that police officers were shot and killed in Dallas during a Black Lives Matter protest, I began to pray. My prayer went something like this:
Lord, it feels like an explosion. Lord, all people are Your creation. Lord, You care about every life. Father, I believe that is why You have not returned for Your second coming and Your eternal rule. Lord, You are so patient with us. You do not want any person to perish without at least having the opportunity to get to know You. Father, our country needs You! Father, please calm Your children. Father, do not allow us to contribute to the hysteria. Father, where there are lies – put truth in our mouths. Lord, where there is anger – teach us to love. Father, where there is judgment – remind us that You desire unity. Father, Your children will make a difference in everyone’s lives if Your children act like You. We just don’t know how to do it, Lord.
As I ended my prayer and opened my eyes, this sentence rose up in my spirit, “Now is the time for every good man to come to the aid of his country.”
Let’s not be black or white tonight. Let’s not be young or old. Let’s not be a Southerner or a Yankee. Let’s not be Conservative or Liberal. Let’s not be Republican or Democrat. Let’s not point fingers and blame the other side. Let’s be good people. Let’s be God’s people.
Now is the time for you to come to the aid of your country.