Tonight I went on vacation.
I went into Minneapolis and spent the evening with my friend KB. I was prepared for the evening by a montage of questions like
KB: “do you play tennis” my thoughts: “umm I know what to do i just doesn’t always happen…it takes a lot of patience due to my lack of coordination”
KB: “do you have roller blades?” my thoughts: “nope, borrowed some once but I had bruises on my calves for a week”
KB: “do you play wiffle ball?” my thoughts: “nope never played…willing to try but again I’m not that coordinated…does that involve running?”
KB: “disc golf?” my thoughts: “always up for a challenge…but me and frisbees…let’s just say we’re not the closest of friends”
SO…I arrived at the house unsure of what exactly we’d be doing for the afternoon but I had a pretty good idea it was going to challenge my un-athletically inclined self to stretch. KB had picked wiffle ball and kite flying. I enjoy a good kite flying (or really I enjoy watching the kites flying…but what is the difference right?) The park he thought would be best was a jaunt away so he chose to roller blade and offered me the use of his bike (he’s over 6 feet tall…I’m 5 foot 4…) it was far too tall for me so we borrowed the neighbor’s bike (still a bit too tall for me) and set off.
Remember here that I am only a week old cyclist and I am now in the quick paced world of Hennepin and Lyndale. So off we went…it was beautiful…we were saving the environment, enjoying the outside, and I was learning hand signals so I didn’t get a bicycling ticket…i’m almost the hippie I’ve always wanted to be (dreadlocks here I come!)
It was KB’s first time at flying this new fangled stunt kite so it was a bit challenging for us to get it to launch. After a few tries we decided it needed a name so we could coax it up into the air. So from that point on we cheered for Elvis to take flight…eventually (after we finished connecting all the pieces) it flew…for about 30 seconds.
We ran out of time for wiffle ball but we did have enough time to head back to KB’s house and make some BLTs (in my case BLs). It was fun working together to prepare a meal. There is an intimacy in preparing food, handing off utensils, swapping places to grab things out of the fridge, asking questions like “do you like mayo on both sides or just one”…it was good.
Then off to Trinity First where KB was leading worship for a conference being held there. He wowed them and I was blessed to sing praise after a beautiful evening of rest/sabbath….remembering that God is great and huge and so amazing to give us grace and mercy in the midst of our lack of faith or lack of awareness…
Tonight was like a vacation…i didn’t think about work…but I was worshiping…i didn’t feel the burden of church stuff in the midst of worship…I was simply living and enjoying the evening but yet God was the center of the time…the point of our fellowship…the thread of our conversation. It was beautiful…Sabbath.