The puzzle

As I told you before, when we arrived at my dear sister's this week, there was a 1500 piece puzzle waiting for us, well for Jon. Let me be clear. I do not have spatial ability. That is defined as the ability to see how things relate to one another. The girls in Jon's family do not have that ability either. Jon's mom loved to say that if they put her in a jail cell with a puzzle and they told her that she could not be released until she put the puzzle together, she would rot in jail. I am not far behind. I even admit to having Jon number the backside of the border pieces of my grandson Micah's favorite Lion King puzzle since they all looked alike.
This spatial ability seemed to have skipped Jon's mom, though his grandma was great at puzzles. Our Debe is great too, though I am not sure who she got is from. Just as Jon loved to do them with his grandma, Debe and Jon did lots of puzzles while she was growing up. Ruth and I would be nearby reading a book.
The above mentioned puzzle was so large that all the pieces would not fit on the table and the pieces were sorted into groups in box lids and a casserole pan. Part of it was complete when we arrived for our visit. Jon was drawn to it like a magnet,alternating between searching for a certain piece and declaring he wasn't going to do anymore. He blamed his eyes, his dirty glasses and even his age but in the end found quite a few pieces. Still when we left, it was as yet, unfinished- though nearer to completion than when we arrived.
Thinking about puzzles reminded me of a way that Jon used one in our home group. He gave each member a piece and put the last one in his pocket( a habit that frustrates his wife and grandsons). As each person added their piece, they noticed an obvious hole. When all had added their piece, Jon talked about how this puzzle represented the body of Christ. The missing piece was like the missing members who leave a gaping hole when they are absent and don't exercise their gift. Made a good illustration then and a good ending now.