The Linus In All Of Us
My husband, John has a gray, tattered T-shirt that's been laundered so
many times it has the exquisite texture of Burberry silk. It's frayed
and has a few holes in it. He can't sleep without it.
I want it.
No matter where or when or what condition he's in, he drapes it over
his eyes at night like a bandana or a skull cap. It's his "Linus
blanket," his throwback to some wadded up blanket he cuddled when he
was two years old. The instant it touches his eyes, he's off to sandman
land, the most perfect picture of contentment you've ever seen.
I've tried everything to wrestle that T-shirt from him. I've argued,
cajoled, pleaded that I need it more than he, that my chronic sleep
disorder requires it, that basic compassion demands he surrender it to
me. He remains unmoved.
Unarguably, the most popular security blanket of modern times belonged
to a cartoon character. Ever since Linus was introduced on September
19, 1952 into my favorite cartoon series, Peanuts, I have loved
Linus. He has the quiet philosophical wisdom of a grownup while
tenaciously holding onto a beloved remnant of his childhood.
Entire college courses have been fashioned around that now-famous baby
blanket. If the blanket had been real and not a figment of writer
Charles Schultz's vivid imagination, millions of Peanuts fans would
have bid exorbitant prices at auction for just one square inch of it.
It's that symbolic and valuable in the eyes of the world.
Isn't it nice that we have a far greater Security Blanket? We can't
lovingly rub it against our cheeks for comfort as Linus did. We can't
fold it and place it over our eyes, luxuriating in its soft, smooth
texture as John does.
But the ageless Security Blanket of God's love wraps itself around our
fragile shoulders, tucked firmly in and around the chambers of our
trembling hearts, warming us against the piercing winter gales and the
blinding rains of life.
It cools us from life's unbearable heat of pain and distress. It's an
all-weather comforter; it's passed every known test imposed on it by
man through the centuries. It wears heaven's highest Good Housekeeping
Seal of Approval.
Its strength is not in enclosed fibers of manufactured steel but in
fine-textured threads woven from the very heart of God.
Today, God's Security Blanket of Love is wrapped around the tendrils of
my heart for comfort, around my head and body for protection, and
around my life for purpose. His Security Blanket warehouse is packed to
overflowing. And it's available for all.
~ Mariane Hlobrook ~
Mariane Holbrook is a retired teacher, an author of two books, a
musician and artist. She lives with her husband on coastal North
Carolina. She maintains a personal website
www.marianholbrook.com and welcomes your Emails at Mariane777@bellsouth.net.
[ by: Mariane Holbrook Copyright © 2006 (Mariane777@bellsouth.net) -- submitted by: Mariane Holbrook ]
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