Just home from a Sunday afternoon concert of the Endless Moutains Music Festival. The airport hanger. Breezy cold and rainy – not just raining – thunderstorm rainy. But the orchestra was wonderful in spite of it all.
Rain, and a bit of thunder now at home, preparing supper. And it is a peaceful time. The windows are still open, I can hear the patter, and yet all seems – well, peaceful. (Though my 2-acres of lawn don’t need more rain! Thank you, God.)
But for me Sunday evenings are a blessing. Whether the sun is shining and I light a campfire in my “Cowboy Grill.” Our new home doesn’t have a real fireplace. I took our electric logs and bought a fireplace surround from Wayfair – “Sue, we can’t just put the logs on the carpet floor!” I said, when we bought the house.) I need to find a Yankee Candle that actually smells like a campfire. Some are close, but.
The quietude that Jesus walked out in the middle of the night several times in the Gospels, if only he had a campfire to draw him in – but I doubt that Jesus really needed a campfire. But I like to think that He would sit around, even with his 12 camping buddies, and just sit, roasting marshmallows and dreaming.
I can see Jesus doing that. I think I have seen Jesus doing that. Right beside friends and family who have gathered with me around the campfire.
But for me today, it is sitting, hearing the rain – and the thunder – and hearing echoes of orchestral music, and the ponderings of this mornings’ worship services – I hear the Choir singing my favorite tune to “For the Beauty of the Earth.”
Peacefulness and Sabbath Rest be with you, when and wherever you may find it.