For the better part of my growing up years I heard, “hurry up!”
Hurry up to…
pick up toys
set the table
help with the dishes
practice the piano
get to school on time
finish my homework
get to bed
and so on.
It doesn’t take much imagination to realize I could be easily distracted.
Still can get lured into another world through a line or two in a book, a scene out my window, an old photo or song.
Hurry and I don’t get along very well.
Age doesn’t help.
The Grand girls, Maggie and Kate, joined me for two days of camp. In the past we called it Camp MoPo. Since Jud (Popo) is no longer co-camp director and Momo is not all she used to be, the girls renamed it Camp Slo-Mo.
Right.
Slow
Momo.
Last Sunday, Mother Susan preached on David and Absalom. Not a new story to me but twice God spoke through Susan. When one looks at David’s life, it’s a holy and unholy mess with a family as riddled with conflicts as most of ours. Then Susan reminded us, “Jesus is called the Son of David.” How’s that for perspective and hope for our most impossible relationships, rifts, family tree?( Matthew 1)
Then there was the benediction, not her usual, but this,
“Life is short. Make haste to be kind.”
“Make haste” sounds like a line from Shakespeare.
In our culture, kindness seems even more out of fashion.
Maybe, for those of us who call ourselves Christ followers, the best sermon we can preach is kindness.
Life is short.
“Make haste to be kind.”
You,too, Slo-Mo.
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Grazie, Slo-Mo. You arrest our attention and help us to pause and think about those things that matter and do so with such wisdom and humor.
Love your grands and Camp Slo-Mo 🙂
Climbing back from wee knee surgery and TOTALLY get the new pace. Speed like lava, living An Unhurried Life (Alan Fadling)
But there is a this carrying of a distinct hitch in my ‘ giddy-up’ . Oh you remember those not too distant days…
Hurry slowly, except in grace and kindness:-)