WW Pious Awe

{WW} Pious Awe

Unfortunately, I can’t seem to get past the bad rap the word ‘pious’ has in my vocabulary and understanding. I have enjoyed what the rest of you have written and looked up the word myself. In the true sense of the word, yes, life and death and most certainly the new birth would qualify for an article on pious awe. But childhood memories bring back taunting terms of ‘Oh, you Pious Jeremious!’ and ‘Oh, all pious now, eh?’

I can’t seem to move past this connotation of the word pious. I’ve never heard of the term ‘pious awe’ (which is fun! And what the WW is all about!) and my only life experience, in the negative meaning of it, is rather pitiful to recollect.

I was just a child, a child of a father who was delightfully himself. He cared not what others thought of him. He did as he pleased. He took us sledding on Saturdays and skating on cold winter evenings. He led our family in devotions and got a funny smile on his face when my mother made interesting remarks. He was proud of us and proud of her. But sometimes he embarrassed us.

One time he took us on a lengthy trip to another province and we visited a ‘high-up’ couple. My dad didn’t mind asking if we could come for a meal or night or whatever it was. The most disturbing part was the reaction of the lady of the house. Oh, she was all sweetness. But her expressions and words did not match. Her actions belied her feelings. It was awful. I cried and cried and cried, in my bedroom, as a child.

This term made me think of that painful memory: a lady oh so sweet, oh so righteous and oh so not nice to the people who disturbed her perfect life, a lady to be regarded with pious awe. e