As you probably know, I went garage saling with my mom and my older sister Shari this past week. (Chrissy joined us for a couple hours too). That is another post for another day. Truthfully, I couldn't find my camera before I left and it's not as great of a story without the pictures.
I found this print at a garage sale for $1.50. It's a little rough, but I've always wanted it. We had it in our house growing up, as did many of you likely. I've always wanted it in my home. And the price was right.
As I was walking to my car, a woman stopped me. She was a customer like me and pointed to the picture I had just purchased. Here is our conversation:
Woman: Did you have this picture in your house when you were a kid?
Woman: Do you know what this book is? [pointing to the book on the table in the painting]
Me: Um. I guess it's the Bible.
Woman: Nope. It's a dictionary.
Woman: Yep. I watched a special on it. And this guy [pointing to the old man] - he's an atheist.
Me: Oh, really? [standing there, puzzled, uncomfortable.]
Woman: A lot of people don't know that. [Walks away]
I went to my car disturbed. I'm still not sure what her purpose was. Originally, I thought she was being hateful, that she wanted to spoil my experience. Now I don't think so. I think she was just a know-it-all.
And she was wrong.
Of course I researched the history of this painting. According to everything I can find, it is a painting of a photograph taken by Eric Enstrom (from Minnesota, no less), and the man is indeed praying. I do not know whether that is a bible or a dictionary, but it is not important to me. Regardless, this art, like all other pieces, is subjective. It can be whatever I choose it to be.
When I look at it now, I still feel nostalgic. And happy. Even though I really really really wish I would see that woman again to tell her the truth. Alas, it's not about that. So I'll transfer my energy into finding somewhere to hang it up.
God's grace to you.