Life Is Too Short

Grandma Danny writes in her bible, “Life is too short to be little.”

Often we get upset by the littlest of thing — Things we should shrug of and forget immediately. We live for so short of a time, but how much of it is spent on petty grievances and hurts which will be forgotten sooner or later.
With so little time, let us devote all our days to great thoughts, real affections, and enduring undertakings.
For ‘life is too short to be little.”

Peace Of God

The Peace of God, which passeth all understanding shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.  — Philippines 4:7

 
Episcopalians hear a version of Paul’s love letter almost every Sunday. He wrote this as an old man, penniless, a prisoner awaiting death, and yet he is as happy as a lark. He unlocks the gate to inner peace when times are tough — Live close to God, pray and serve others, and never feel sorry for yourself.
I read recently a similar secret to life — Live without worry, work without hurry, and look forward without fear.
Go into this weekend looking up not down, forward not backward, and always in faith and hope. Have a great weekend. W.

Game Socks

A long time ago and far away, I learned to appreciate game socks. We would practice football in old stiff socks that had been washed in strong detergent and bleach at least a hundred times, but come game day our equipment manager would bring out the “game socks.” They were soft and flexible and when you would put them on you felt like you could conquer the world.

I bet each of you have an item of clothing in your closet that gives you a special feeling. It might be a lucky golf shirt, an old jersey, or that perfect black dress that fits just right.
Laugh at this you may, but when you put on the “armor of light” or wrap yourself in God’s comfort by doing exactly like you know God wants you to be doing and acting, you are overcome with a special feeling — just like putting on game socks.
As you meditate today bring to mind those moments when you wore God’s armor and played the game of life the way he wants you to play. What’s keeping you from putting on your “game socks” again?

Bible

Suzy’s grandmother lived to be over one hundred years old. Many years ago, we attended her funeral and it stuck with me when the Lutheran minister gave the eulogy that he said he had gone through her Bible and rather than being pure and pristine it was full of notes and prayers. Maybe it struck me because I lived in an era when I was told it was a sin to write anything in the Bible, and to drop it in the dirt was an affront to God. Then again, I was probably being told that because I was young man who tended to dirty any clean clothes I owned and a crayon or pencil in my hands was a destructive weapon on walls and books. Before we moved to Charlotte, Suzy got her grandmother’s Bible along with the Bible’s of her other Aunts and Uncle. And the minister was absolutely correct. It is a treasure trove of prayers, sayings, marking of passages, and provides a window into who the owner was. For example Grandma Danny used to say “Patience is a Virtue,” and sure enough pasted to a page is a cartoon from a 1930’s Look Magazine that depicts a Monk on a donkey cart with a bumper sticker saying “Patience is a virtue.”

 
I bother you with all this background to give you an opportunity to meditate on your own heritage and family. Most of us are not so lucky as Suzy. We don’t have a Bible full of quotes and notes that can trigger memories and provide insight into a woman who lived in an earthen hut on the prairie at the turn of nineteenth century. But we all have memories and it is worthwhile in these days of going faster and faster to spend a few good quiet moments reflecting on those who shaped us into who we are today. I’ll leave you with the first piece of paper that fell out of Danny’s Bible when I took off the rubber bands that hold it together.
 
“To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.”  — Amiel.