Lent 1 - Year C
You who have had nothing but what's-it stuff and rock water, keep on tip-toe for any first fruit to come. Yes, its coming. Without any more than that, keep a basket nearby in which to collect blessings.
My ancestors wandered. I have wandered. Fortunes have waxed with profits every quarter and then waned into slavery to that very profit motive. Once we laughed and danced. Recently we have cried and stumbled about. Signs and wonders were done with straw and mud, with grasshoppers and blood, and with milk and honey. So now we bring a basket feared forever empty, but now overflowing. And we bring our basket and we take our basket into our wandering and that of our descendants.
Rejoice, give thanks, and keep your basket ready. Who knows, a babe may need it, what's-it stuff may need it, a first fruit may need it. Sing it out, "Me and my Basket, strolling down life's avenue, adventures to tell to you and you and you. Just me and my Basket, ready for whatever shall ensue."