There are very few summer activities that are better than picnicking on the beach. When I was a kid, whenever relatives came to visit, we would fill brown paper grocery bags and head down to the beach for the afternoon.
They say that anticipation is half the fun. I’m thinking that it might also be half the torture. Not that I’ve been tortured recently, but I did have a root canal yesterday (Wednesday). And truth be told, my anticipation of the event was far worse than the actual event.
I’ve been thinking about prayer lately. Praying out loud. Praying silently. Praying officially. Praying personally. Praying to thank and praying to request.
I wrote last week about fulfilling a promise I made to myself in ninth grade French class that someday I would visit Paris. Now let me tell you, as radio personality Paul Harvey used to say, “The rest of the story.”
Last week at work — I work at Love In the Name of Christ — we had a visit from several people from other Love INC affiliates in the area. It was a great time to get together to discuss our jobs — how we handle similar situations, how we set policies, etc.
I recently bought a new scarf. This isn’t unusual for me. Not that I’m buying scarves all the time, but I do wear scarves virtually all the time. Except when I’m doing the dishes or gardening or going to yoga class. So like once or twice I week I don’t wear them. For like an hour at a time.
You’ve probably heard people say, “I couldn’t have done it without you!”
In 10th grade I took a “Careers” class. This class was fairly forgettable, but I do remember taking tests. Not the type of test one could study for, but rather the type of test that, apparently, my entire life had been preparing me for. The type of test in which they asked you your interests and goals and the things that you were good at, and then pigeon-hole you into a future deemed best for you according to the results of your tests. The career they said I’d be successful at was radio work.
Watching the waves on the lake these days makes me remember the ocean. When I was a kid growing up on Orcas Island, Wash., we used to access our beach from a place called Onion Point, a small, grass-covered promontory which jutted out from our neighbor’s land, just a quarter mile down the dirt road from our house. There were wild onions there (surprise!), but not much else.
A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I spoke on the topic of the senses in scripture. I also mentioned last week that ancient Israel wanted a king so they could be “like the other nations.” Today, let’s combine those two topics! King Saul had gotten out of control. He had been chosen by God to lead his people after they demanded a human king. He was tall, handsome, and admired. But he failed the Lord one too many times. And God had had enough.