I’m get­ting back in the sad­dle again

Record Observer - - Religion - Dr. James L. Sny­der

Dur­ing va­ca­tion time, I have some anx­i­ety points that be­comes a lit­tle more se­ri­ous each year. It is not that I do not like va­ca­tion, I just don’t like go­ing on va­ca­tion. It’s the “go­ing” as­pect that frus­trates me. I just hate stop­ping what I’m do­ing and chang­ing gears. I usu­ally end up in neu­tral.

I’m not quite sure who in­vented this va­ca­tion idea, but I wished he would have been on va­ca­tion that week. I do not mind get­ting away for a lit­tle break now and then, but a whole week’s va­ca­tion! Do you know what a whole week’s va­ca­tion cost? Don’t ask me what I could do with that kind of money!

Once again this year the Gra­cious Mistress of the Par­son­age and I took a va­ca­tion.

I was re­minded of my first day of first grade school. The bus came to pick me up and I fought like a crazy per­son and re­fused to get on that bus. No way was I go­ing to go to school and no­body was go­ing to make me.

My mother had to drive me to school and to put it mildly, she was not very happy. When she got me to the school, she said, “You will take the bus home tonight!” Then she added those in­fa­mous words, “… or else!”

I found my way, some­how, to my class and to my great sur­prise, I had a won­der­ful day. I did not know school was so fun. Then the time came for me to go home. And then, I wasn’t happy.

I did not want to go home. I did not want to leave school. I re­fused to get on the bus and my mother had to come pick me up.

When I got home I was in­tro­duced to the “or else” as­pect of my mother’s dis­plea­sure with my ac­tions for the day. Isn’t that just the way life is? I had the same feel­ing when it came to va­ca­tion time this year. To avoid the is­sue I leave all the prepa­ra­tion to my wife who be­gins six months be­fore the ac­tual time. She is anx­ious for va­ca­tion time to come and can hardly wait for it to ar­rive. All she talks about is what we’re go­ing to do on “our va­ca­tion.”

It was this year I fi­nally re­al­ized what was go­ing on. While my wife was mak­ing all the prepa­ra­tions and plans for our va­ca­tion, I ended up foot­ing the bill. And then, I wasn’t happy.

She usu­ally does a great job in the plan­ning of these things, es­pe­cially the flights where she knows where to get the cheap­est ones.

This year on our plane flight, we did not sit to­gether. I do not know if it was cheaper or how it ac­tu­ally worked out. On ev­ery plane, there are three seats on the right and three seats on the left. I hap­pened to get the mid­dle seat on the right.

I cer­tainly am not a small per­son. I stand 6’ 3” tall and al­most as wide. I carry my weight with the most dig­nity I can. When I ap­proached my seat, I no­ticed that on ei­ther side of my seat were men who made me look like a midget. I could barely sit down in my seat and for two hours I was crunched be­tween these two sumo wrestlers.

I was afraid that some­where along the flight I would have to sneeze and that would de­stroy ev­ery­thing. For­tu­nately, I did not sneeze and more for­tu­nately, dur­ing those two hours I did not have to go to the bath­room. I am not sure what I would have done had I had to go.

When we fi­nally got to our des­ti­na­tion, it turned out to be won­der­ful. We were stay­ing at my son’s home in Ohio with his wife and four chil­dren. I only get to see these four grand­chil­dren once a year and it is al­ways a great time to­gether.

When the time came for us to leave and fly back home, I wasn’t very happy. I just didn’t want to go home. I could have spent the rest of the sum­mer there with the grand­chil­dren.

The flight back home was not quite as stress­ful as the other flight. Sit­ting next to me was a two-year-old who hardly took up his own seat. I could stretch out, re­lax and en­joy the flight and I even en­joyed the non­stop chat­ter of this two-year-old.

Dur­ing the flight, I had some re­flec­tive thoughts. I came to what I will re­fer to as the grand­fa­ther’s dilemma. As a grand­fa­ther; do I have the best grand­chil­dren or, do my grand­chil­dren have the best grand­fa­ther?

All the way home, I thought about that and con­cluded that my grand­chil­dren are the best grand­chil­dren in the world who hap­pen to have the best grand­fa­ther in the world. I think that solves both sec­tions.

I sup­pose fly­ing high in the air makes the air so thin that a per­son can­not think straight. That be­ing so, it was won­der­ful to land and then fi­nally get back home and back into the sad­dle again.

Flights of fancy have their place, but so does get­ting back to work and do­ing the things you love.

I love what Solomon writes in Ec­cle­si­astes 3:1, “To ev­ery thing there is a sea­son, and a time to ev­ery pur­pose un­der the heaven.”

For me, the best time is com­ing home and get­ting back in the sad­dle again.

Rev. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship Ocala, FL 34483 where he lives with the Gra­cious Mistress of the Par­son­age. Call him at 1-866-5522543 or e-mail jamess­ny­der2@att.net. His web site is www.jamess­ny­der­min­istries.com.

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