A few days ago, the Mister was reading a Sports Illustrated piece about the Best Names of Recruiting Class 2017 (read: unusual to fantastical.)
He got to Zacchaeus, and it triggered a childhood memory of a Sunday School song from long ago. A song that was a perennial favorite throughout my religious upbringing. A song that I proceeded to sing.
“Zacchaeus was a wee little man,
And a wee little man was he
He climbed up in a sycamore tree
For the Lord he wanted to see… “
It was not, however; endearing for my son… he of not attending Vacation Bible School – an apparent shortfall in my parenting.
His response to my impromptu recital was to shut me down.
“Mom? You need to stop that right now.”
Try to provide the guy with a little culture, a little spiritual guidance and this is the thanks I get.
Heathen…
“The only thing better than singing is more singing.” Ella Fitzgerald
This week’s word is:
Sing
What to do…
Using “sing” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.
Thin spiral notebook 
I, too, remember the Zacchaeus song. I love those children’s songs. Here is my contribution to this week’s 100 Word Challenge.
SING
Easter arrived sunny and warming. Every person who could get there packed the Church. The organist played. Voices rang out. “Alleluia. Alleluia… let the mountains skip with gladness and the joyful valleys ring with Hosannas in the highest to our Savior and our King.”
Unwitnessed by anyone save the homeless person curled up on the street, in the distance gentle hills and mountains began to skip in place their trees and woodland plants swaying with each upward movement. At the same time bird song broke out filling the valleys with joyous sounds. The parishioners’ song was heeded. Nature was rejoicing.
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I like the idea of the trees and birds joining in the rejoicing.
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I love the concept of the voices creating a literal rejoicing by nature, witnessed only by someone who isn’t in the confines of the church.
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I remember the Zaccheaus song!
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I was surprised that I did.
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