It was a source of amusement — for folks outside my family, anyway — when my 27 fellow seniors honored me during our final year at Early High School in 1956. I was elected — unanimously, I might add — most likely to remain left-handed.
I felt a slight sting, my folks frowned and my brother Fred feigned sympathy, laughing about it when out of our hearing.
Never nimble or quick, I gave no thought to jumps over candlesticks. I was clumsy in most ways, often blaming my left-handedness.
Another writer recently detailed dealing with life from the left side for almost a decade. During third grade, however, his teacher — believing left-handedness to be a sure sign of a slow learner — guided him to his right mind.
Dr. Dan Crawford, a long-time seminary prof, cited much evidence that righties have been favored, probably even before Moses came down off the mountain. (A loony theologian — not Dan — used to say Moses made a wrong turn when he came down from Mount Sinai. “If he’d turned left instead of right, they’d have the commandments and we’d have the oil.” This is closely akin to the late Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir’s joke questioning whether Moses was truly a great prophet. “He took us 40 years through the desert to bring us to the one spot in the Middle East that has no oil!”)
Crawford cited the right hand of Christian fellowship, wondering, “Is there no such fellowship in my left hand?”
He wrote of Jesus’ sitting at the right hand of God, and that in many cultures, the right hand is considered a symbol of power and authority.
Crawford provided several other scriptures to make left-handers cringe, but his treatise ended well.
“The good news is that the left hand is as much a part of the body as the right, and that’s true of the physical body, as well as ‘the Body of Christ’ ... many members, but part of one body.”