By Stacey - Tuesday, October 12, 2010 - 09:06
Remember at school, on the first day back, when you had to write a story that began like that? That’s a bit how I feel today. When one of my sons was in kindergarten he got into trouble because he wrote “In the holidays I played red-butt”. He had been given a soccer goal for his birthday shortly before the holidays, and that was pretty much what they and all the neighbours had done for two weeks. But his teacher objected to his use of the word ‘butt’.
In the holidays, I went to Queensland with my family. For us, this is the only holiday period with no soccer training, and this is the last one before the dreaded HSC; so we took the opportunity to go away all together, maybe for the last time. Such a strange thought. The weather wasn’t quite like the slogan promises, but that gave us time to relax and get unburnt. And it gave me time to catch up on all my reading, which had fallen behind in a busy term.
So in the holidays, I learnt (with the help of my son) the marvels of using the Maccas wireless internet to contribute to online forums . I was reminded of how flexible online learning is, and amazed at how cool technology can be. As I looked at the ocean and saw whales for the first time (live ones), I marvelled at the wonder of God’s creation, and his care for us. And as I read the gospels, I was encouraged anew at what it means that God calls us, lost sinners, into his kingdom; and the amazingness of his grace to us in Jesus.
And in the holidays, late one night while walking on the beach, I met a young woman who reminded me of the utmost joy that comes from walking with the Lord in all circumstances, and whose life and story were a testimony to God’s grace and sovereignty and faithfulness. And I was very thankful.