That’s what the boy said. He was about nine or ten, I guess. He and his bud, who looked a bit older, had been “chillin’ ” on the back bumper of a car in a driveway. As I walked toward them, the older one whispered to the younger, and then the younger one grinned and said, “Hi!” I think they must have really been bored.
“Hi there,” I replied. They looked at each other and giggled. Maybe they had a bet as to whether I would answer, or maybe the older had dared the younger to speak. I don’t know what goes through the heads of boys, regardless of their age.
At any rate, I had just been thinking what a pity it was that Eve probably never witnessed that fruit tree with its fall foliage. Part of her punishment, I suppose. The sun, despite being partially obscured by a thin cloud, was spotlighting the red, yellow, and orange trees on my street, and what a show it was today! Bravo, God!
Prior to taking my walk, I had brought a sweater to the laundry room and was preparing to find all its colored cohorts in order to “do a load.” I guess it had slipped my mind that this is the “day off” God gave us. However, I looked at the clock and discovered it was later than I thought it was. Our return to “regular time” had shortened my afternoon. I decided to walk before the evening slipped up on me.
As I returned to my musings about poor Eve, the two friends decided to cross the street. That’s when I heard the voice behind me saying, “Let’s lay down and look at the sun.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I thought, smiling at the kid’s faulty grammar in spite of myself. Ahhh . . . the simple joys of the carefree. I remember those days . . . looking for shapes in the clouds, stringing clover necklaces, and “pumping” in a swing until I went so high I almost scared myself.
Drinking in the loveliness of this Sabbath Day, I decided to postpone the laundry, grab my camera and capture some of the color of the season. And now, with the last vestiges of the day fast approaching, I am about to make myself a cup of tea and go sit on the patio for a while. Mr. Sun is showing Mother Nature in her best light.
Can I remember how to feel carefree? Can I lay my burdens down? Just for a day? I’m going to give it my best shot. Maybe my week — maybe everyone’s week — would go a little bit better if we all took a day to “lay down” and look at the Son.
Sounds like a plan.
“The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath” (Mark 2:27).