Who Remember’s Charlie?

charlie's dead

“Charlie’s dead!” a girl shouted at me as I walked past the classroom. I turned around to see an older pupil leaning nonchalantly against the wall, chewing gum and blowing an enormous bubble.

As it popped, she glared at me expressionless while flicking her tongue out to quickly retrieve the pink mess that was stuck to her lips.

“Thank you.” I replied and giggled nervously. I grabbed my waistband with both hands and yanked my skirt up towards my ribs then looked around.

“He’s still dead.” came the mocking, strawberry-flavoured mumble from behind.

Oh why wouldn’t she just go away! I hastily forced a hand under my waistband and dragged a white satin garment so far north that the elastic crumpled round my tummy like a band of the foamy cream people squirt onto fruit.

I am so glad that half-slips and petticoats don’t exist anymore, except perhaps on Ebay. They were such a nuisance – always riding down towards your ankle like a prairie skirt.

The phrase ‘Charlie’s dead’ dates back to when King Charles 11 died and mourning women lowered their petticoats in respect – similar to flying a flag at half-mast.

Sayings come and go. Many a writer must have already mused about how the words ‘wicked’, ‘gay’ and ‘sick’ now have a totally different meaning from when they were first entered into the Oxford Dictionary.

But God promises, “My words do not change. They last forever. My promises stand.” ( Matt 24:35)

For those needing a reminder, God says he loves you dearly. No difficult doctrine here.

He loves you and love still means love.

Ponder on that today as you face the earthly challenges of life.

Yes, ole’ Chuck’s long gone but Jesus is alive. Enjoy your day as you let that truth comfort you afresh.

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