And the Dish ran away with the spoon!

Growing up, I used to hear and read the rhyme

"Hey diddle diddle,
The cat played the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon."

I guess, even when I was still unable to tie my own shoe or able to wipe my own nose, I was still asking questions of this rhyme. When I was probably 6 or 7, Mother took the book that held this rhyme away from me. I think the main reason was because I wouldn't stop interrogating her about the background of the story.

I don't know what it was about this rhyme but it raised alot of suspicion in my mind. Think about it: Who is Diddle? Cats obviously can't learn music, much less play a fiddle!(For those who aren't southern, that's a violin!) A huge cow jumping over the moon! That the moon is way to far away! I guess the dog was the only one who was as crazy as me to wonder why the hell this was happening and laughed probably thinking he was on a bad acid trip!

But the very last line is what got me.... And the dish ran away with the spoon.

The Dish and the spoon are very different. One is metal and one is ceramic.( And if you lived in my house, they never had any interaction because your spoon should never scrap your soup dish! That was just a no-no!) But for some reason, at the end of the story, these two had the happy ending. Who would have guessed that, of all dinnerware, they would run away together?!? Not only that, they made it public in a story that had nothing to do with love or anything pertaining to them! What's their story? What happen to make them just run away with other? Was one more dominate that the other? So many Questions!

I don't know why I am writing this story in such detail, but I must believe that this is somehow related to how God somehow works in our lives: Everything before that last line of the rhyme doesn't make sense to most people, but the last thing we hear is about LOVE : And the dish ran away with spoon.

I don't know exactly why things have happen to each one of our lives the way that have, but I do know that it all goes back to love: Love with our self, someone else, and in most of all the Love of God.

Personally, the things that have happen to me hurt a lot. I know that it's all part of a plan but that doesn't mean those things make sense! I do know, and always remind myself that the end will be all about Love and how much I am loved.

When we are sitting in a rocking chair, reading to our grandchildren the stories of The Bible and most of all, our personal story, we will get to the last page and it will read:

" The dish(God) ran away with the spoon( Me, You)

And we will smile that we have made it to end of the sometime unbelievable, crazy, story.

Antony