Yesterday I was roaming around in a shop here in downtown Tulsa and came upon Calligraphy sets with which people can teach themselves Calligraphy. I looked at a sheet of paper that guides the person through how to write each letter, and it reminded me of the cursive workbooks I used to buy our children and of the strip of cursive letters that were always taped above the blackboards in elementary schools. I remember my teachers writing on those blackboards the beautiful, swervy, curvy words in neat rows and being mesmerized by it all. So who in the world decided we didn’t need cursive writing any longer?
Like our fingerprints, our handwriting is unique to each individual. Some would consider their handwriting not very good, but I believe the beauty of it is that each individual has their own style. At some point in our society someone decided that being unique is not a good thing. I’m thinking maybe that started with the decision of tossing cursive writing out the window. After that we have gone into a downward spiral. Does anyone want to be different anymore? We are now told we need to look alike, think alike, say the same things, agree with everything and everyone, or else. We are being preached to, sometimes shouted at, that men and women have no differences, even some believing that there is no gender. Say what? How boring a people we have become. How robotic we are becoming. It is a sad state of affairs.
A couple of years ago, our daughter gave me a precious gift. I wear it around my wrist almost daily. She had asked me if I possessed anything with my father’s handwriting on it. I found a letter from him that I had kept in a box of momentos and gave it to her. The letter was signed, “Love you, Dad.” She had those words, in his handwriting, engraved on a small gold plate that is attached to a leather wristband. Now I can always take a glance right there on my wrist and see my father, see his uniqueness that I will always recognize as his own. It makes me sad to think those kind of written letters and their sentimental gift they give us, will soon be a thing of the past.
God made us all unique for a reason. He made us man and woman so that we could populate the earth. He gave us different abilities and talents for each of us to use together in order to make life on this earth more bearable and less boring. Now we gone and done it again, trying to change His Plan, and we threw cursive writing out the window.
18 But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. 19 If all were a single member, where would the body be? 20 As it is, there are many parts, yet one body.
21 The eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you,” nor again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.” 22 On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor, and our unpresentable parts are treated with greater modesty, 24 which our more presentable parts do not require. But God has so composed the body, giving greater honor to the part that lacked it, 25 that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. 26 If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.
27 Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it. 28 And God has appointed in the church first apostles, second prophets, third teachers, then miracles, then gifts of healing, helping, administrating, and various kinds of tongues. 29 Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Do all work miracles? 30 Do all possess gifts of healing? Do all speak with tongues? Do all interpret?—1 Corinthians 12:18-30