"Serenity Now"
Saturday is my day of rest. After working my sizable butt off all week long, I deserve it. We all do.
The last three weeks or so I've been working in Phoenix. Normally I would be home on weekends and fly out on Sunday evenings from Dallas to hit it hard early Monday morning. This trip has been a little different. We're going on vacation next week and I needed to stay here to make sure I meet a deadline. So I've been spending the last couple of weekends here in Scottsdale.
What could be more gloriously rejuvenative than a late afternoon stint, poolside, to soak up the positive rays and reflect on God's wondrous creation on this restful day? I had the pool all to myself. The sun was getting low in the sky, silouetting the poolside palm trees. The temperature was an autumnal 90 degrees and a slight breeze was kicking up. It was pretty much perfect, as most days are, here in paradise.
And just as I was getting settled, peaceably, in my chase lounge, about to thank God for all He does, at least four, extremely boisterous "little ones" emerged to enthusiastically play the dreaded "Marco Polo" game.
While I gathered my things to head inside, the "Serenity Now" Seinfeld episode came to mind, where George's dad desperately hollers "SERENITY NOW" as if to immediately invoke peace and quiet. It never worked! It didn't work telepathically, either.
But then I remembered that there was a time in the New Testament when Peter rebuked some little rug rats only to be chided by Jesus Christ, himself. Turned out that Jesus held those kids in pretty high esteem and warned that we, too, need to be more like little children, at least when it comes to being pure and innocent.
I wonder if kids played "Marco Polo" back then.
The last three weeks or so I've been working in Phoenix. Normally I would be home on weekends and fly out on Sunday evenings from Dallas to hit it hard early Monday morning. This trip has been a little different. We're going on vacation next week and I needed to stay here to make sure I meet a deadline. So I've been spending the last couple of weekends here in Scottsdale.
What could be more gloriously rejuvenative than a late afternoon stint, poolside, to soak up the positive rays and reflect on God's wondrous creation on this restful day? I had the pool all to myself. The sun was getting low in the sky, silouetting the poolside palm trees. The temperature was an autumnal 90 degrees and a slight breeze was kicking up. It was pretty much perfect, as most days are, here in paradise.
And just as I was getting settled, peaceably, in my chase lounge, about to thank God for all He does, at least four, extremely boisterous "little ones" emerged to enthusiastically play the dreaded "Marco Polo" game.
While I gathered my things to head inside, the "Serenity Now" Seinfeld episode came to mind, where George's dad desperately hollers "SERENITY NOW" as if to immediately invoke peace and quiet. It never worked! It didn't work telepathically, either.
But then I remembered that there was a time in the New Testament when Peter rebuked some little rug rats only to be chided by Jesus Christ, himself. Turned out that Jesus held those kids in pretty high esteem and warned that we, too, need to be more like little children, at least when it comes to being pure and innocent.
I wonder if kids played "Marco Polo" back then.
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