Observations from the weekend:
Saturday’s mailbox contained a 5x7 envelope
addressed to me from Bliley’s funeral home. Inside was a picture of my Mom and
Dad. It must have been left behind from the viewing.
I can’t tell what the occasion was, probably a
birthday. The minute I saw it, I felt the sharp pain of loss. It’s so strange
how one can go days without even giving it a thought, but one word, one fleeting
memory, one photograph can bring it all back, fresh and powerful.
Mark Becton preached a whale of a sermon yesterday.
I have often shared my frustrations and criticisms of my church in this space.
What I haven’t been as good at is communicating the blessings I receive there.
Yesterday, he totally nailed his sermon. It was relevant, well-researched, well-illustrated
and challenging.
Pam and I are really getting into this empty nest
thing. After our impromptu trip to Bear Creek Lake on Friday, we cooked pork tenderloin
on the grill Saturday night and binge-watched several episodes of The Boss.
After church Sunday, Pam and I did something we never, ever do together…we
watched sports on television!! That’s right, after a dinner of BLT sandwiches
made with tomatoes from my garden/deck, the PGA tournament was still on because
of a rain delay and Pam showed a genuine interest in the proceedings. To my
amazement, she watched for nearly an hour with me and seemed to enjoy it. It
probably didn’t hurt that Rory McElroy and Ricky Fowler were “cute.” Still, I
can count on one hand the number of sporting events that she has watched with
me for over ten minutes over the entirety of our life together. It was so much
fun.
But, today is Monday and back to work I go. However,
in a mere 108 more hours, I get to spend another weekend alone in this big old
house with Pam Dunnevant.
Can’t wait.
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