Tonight at the Court of Honor, the boy who gave the closing prayer took a moment before he prayed to remind the scouts to be thoughtful about leaving enough refreshments for others. Then he prayed, “Bless the refreshments, that they will be delicious.”
Eleven-year-old scouts, Boy Scouts, varsity and venture scouts, and their younger siblings SWARMED the refreshment table, where my pal Shirley P. poured tall cups of chocolate milk that disappeared as fast as the cookies and doughnut holes.
Swarming and inhaling.
In other news, I finished the Old Testament today. I jumped straight into the Gospel according to Matthew, which reminded me that:
1. Wow, the Old Testament can be obtuse. Lovely and symbolic, revelatory and instructive, but still. Obtuse. The clarity of the New Testament provides a striking contrast. And…
2. Jesus healed the sick, literally.
“Jesus went about all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, and preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing all manner of sickness and all manner of disease among the people. And his fame went throughout all Syria: and they brought unto him all sick people that were taken with divers diseases and torments; and those which were possessed with devils, and those which were lunatic, and those that had palsy; and he healed them.” Matthew 4: 23-24.
When I listened to these verses while making the bed, longing pricked me. I wanted to grab Jack and leap into my phone and dive through the scriptures and through time to when Jesus lived on the earth and healed people stricken, tormented, with illness.
It’s my old pal Longing. She goes away, but she always comes back.
Longing for my son to be whole.
Longing for a break from the special needs storm surge.
Longing to have a conversation with Jack, where he can talk to me.
Longing for a little less complexity.
And for the beach. And for Jesus.
This sounds more despondent than I intended. Today was good. Tomorrow isn’t here yet. Yesterday—done.
We’re gonna make it.