Monday Musings for 3.8.21


Dear Friends,

A father was walking on the beach with his adult son.

This son lived some distance from his parents.  They hadn’t heard from him in a long time, but lately they had heard from him a lot.  He was going through a difficult time.  The frequent phone calls helped, but they weren’t enough.  So he bought a plane ticket and flew home.

“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”  Robert Frost said that.  But it wasn’t a “have to” for these parents.  They were worried about their son and only too happy to have him back under their roof.

Along with his complicated array of personal problems, a stubborn fog of depression had settled in.  Some days he didn’t want to get out of bed.  He felt lost.  His parents didn’t know how to help.

Gradually things started to improve.  The problems were still there, but they no longer seemed so hopeless.  He was beginning to see what he needed to do and feel a tiny bit of motivation to get to it.  He was ready to go home.  But first that walk on the beach.

It was sunset.  Father and son stood still and watched in silence.  The son spoke first.  He said, “If we could take all the great moments that we experience in a lifetime and put them back to back, they wouldn’t last twenty minutes.”

The father, absorbed in the beauty of the sunset, didn’t speak for a while.  Then he said, “You may be right.”  Then he added, “Precious, aren’t they?”

In Christ,