Saturday, June 23, 2012

this life we lead

It's been 14 months.  Fourteen long, weary, battle-strewn, hot, heavy, pressure-filled months.

A lifetime.  Grief, anger, pain, despair, loneliness, victory, joy, pressure, new seasons, new vistas, new dreams...death of unfulfilled goals, white flags of surrender, reality of defeat...these months have not been boring.

Fourteen months without even one day away that was not filled with ministry responsibilities.

14. Fourteen. Ten + Four.  14 x 31 = 434 days.

Even God rested for a Day after he had worked 6.

So.  The Parson and I decided about 3 weeks ago to call a Halt to the Madness.  All the flying and the running to and fro has netted us quite a goodly sum of Award Miles for airline travel and we could actually take off for Nepal with free tickets if we had a hankering to spend the night in Nepal.

So, we wiped the calendar clean.  With bleach.  And told everybody, "Don't call us, We'll call you."  And secured the tickets and reserved the 4-Wheel Drive and found the perfect Hideaway House in a cool place far, far away from the Swamp.

We leave Monday morning!  At 8:30 a.m.!  Whoop!  Don't call us, We'll call you.

Even Jesus rowed to the other side of the lake to get away from the press--the crowds--the noise that was bombarding His's Biblical, these days away.  Yes, indeed.

The Phone Call came this morning.  A Dear Friend of over 40 years passed away during the night.  A gathering of friends and acquaintances who are not church-goers (and most of whom we have not seen for over 20 years) but have been Dear Friends for a lifetime will be gathering to celebrate her life and bid her farewell.

On Monday.  At 11:00 a.m.

And they have given The Parson the Honor of Preaching her funeral.

On Monday.  At 11:00 a.m.

And THAT, my dear readers, is a perfect example of this Life we Lead...