Ah, Saturday morning. I just heard a wonderful sermon from my Saturday preacher, A. Johnson. A is for Art but also for his grade in perceiving life.
He made a good point this morning, citing the link to the adult blow-up when a 13-year old umpire made what apparently was a bad call on 7 year olds playing baseball. The parents erupted. Fortunately, the kids and umpire were not hurt.
To this Art says this: “Nothing short of death will keep us from growing old. But, growing up is totally optional. Just because we look grown up doesn’t mean we grow up. Improvement? Yes. Room for more? Yes.”
Oh, my. THIS applies to each one of us.
Then. Art, who’s dealing with retirement offers this with profound wisdom:
“I’ll be in a different place [when I retire].
I will be. Good thing to have you on myside. A man that has experienced turbulence in his career. An experienced guide. So it’s no big deal. Life moves on…faster than ever. Maybe I’ll hike the Appalachian Trail. Pedal across America or maybe Texas on my bike. Or maybe San Marcos. Or drive a gravel truck.
Regardless, hearing stories about left handed pitchers and fly fisherman. Kind enough to release the fish…the umpire… and occasionally intercede for his friends. A blessing and a releasing for sure.
Hope there is a trip planned in the not too distant future where the river runs, the fish feed and multiply, the boat rocks gently, the rod swishes in the damp air, and fisherman enter a different place, a sacred place, a place of peace, gratefulness, and worship.
Then there’s a tug, an explosion, fish on. For a few moments the world is right, worries are distant, life is now. The other stuff is just space between the now’s. Maybe.”
Art? You are SPECIAL. So very special. The bonding of friendship makes it possible for each of us to accept the dawning day and do what we can to improve…for us, and for all those around us. Such a delight you “get fishing” and its value. Deeper I get friendship and know it inspires and sustains. You do that for me. Called a blessing.