Cel­e­bra­tion has be­come a way of life for me

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I have just cel­e­brated my birth­day, my wife’s birth­day and our wed­ding an­niver­sary. I am not sure how old I am or how long we have been mar­ried and I won’t even go to my wife’s age. I’m old enough to know bet­ter.

I have long past the idea of can­dles on my birth­day cake rep­re­sent­ing one can­dle per year. The fire de­part­ment will not give us a per­mit to do that.

Some­one asked me how long we have been mar­ried and with­out even think­ing, I said, “For­ever.” Once that word danced out of my lips I knew I was in trou­ble with the Gra­cious Mis­tress of the Par­son­age. One look from her, and I knew that my for­ever had ended.

All se­ri­ous­ness aside, cel­e­bra­tions are won­der­ful op­por­tu­ni­ties, at least from my point of view, to gorge my­self with cake. Af­ter all, if it is my birth­day or an­niver­sary or my wife’s birth­day, I should be re­spect­ful enough to eat the cake pre­sented.

At my age, I’m not too con­cerned about eat­ing healthy. That’s why I love the hol­i­days.

Be­tween hol­i­days, my wife in­sists on eat­ing healthy. I can­not even name all of the veg­eta­bles that ap­pear on our ta­ble at sup­per­time. I think they are veg­eta­bles, my wife says they are veg­eta­bles, but I am not so sure about it. My wife be­lieves that if it is green and leafy it must be a veg­etable.

I, on the other hand, with a fork in each hand, have had enough veg­eta­bles I want to get to the cel­e­bra­tory cake. Af­ter all, what is the sense in cel­e­brat­ing a birth­day or an an­niver­sary if you can­not eat the cake pre­sented? Es­pe­cially if it is my birth­day.

I will give my wife the lat­i­tude to put veg­eta­bles, so-called, on our din­ner ta­ble be­tween our cel­e­bra­tions. The prob­lem is, my birth­day, her birth­day and our an­niver­sary are within three weeks of each other. That means, there are 49 weeks that I have to put up with veg­eta­bles.

There­fore, I am a great one when it comes to cel­e­brat­ing some­thing. Any­thing. I am so glad that our cul­ture is as­sist­ing me in this. It has come to the point where there is a cel­e­bra­tion for ev­ery day of the year. I do not care what I’m cel­e­brat­ing, as long as cake is in­volved, I’m right there. Af­ter all, I cer­tainly don’t want to of­fend any­body.

In my care­ful­ness to not of­fend any­body in this re­gard, I have on oc­ca­sion of­fended my wife. She is a veg­etablea­holic if ever there was one. She even eats veg­eta­bles as a snack. Once at a church fel­low­ship, she brought in a huge plate of raw veg­eta­bles, in­sin­u­at­ing it was a snack tray.

Re­cently, I was sit­ting in my lazy-boy chair, drink­ing a nice hot cup of cof­fee and re­flect­ing on the im­por­tant is­sues of life. I can­not tell you how many prob­lems in this world I have solved if only some­body would lis­ten to me.

How­ever, in my muse a won­der­ful thought em­braced sev­eral grey cells. What if, and I don’t have any le­git­i­mate doc­u­men­ta­tion on this, when we get to heaven, it is a cel­e­bra­tion ev­ery day with cake only an an­gel could bake? And what if, ever y day it was some­body’s birth­day and we needed to cel­e­brate it? That cer­tainly would make heaven for me.

Fur­ther, in my muse, what if there were no veg­eta­bles what­so­ever to be found at the Mar­riage Sup­per of the Lamb? That too would make heaven, heaven for me. What if all we had at that ta­ble was cake, pie, ice cream and soda pop? Wouldn’t that just be divine?

I think most peo­ple, par­tic­u­larly my wife, take this mat­ter of eat­ing healthy too se­ri­ously. I think when a per­son eats it should be an en­joy­able ex­pe­ri­ence and not a ragged old duty.

I won­der what kind of soda pop they will have in heaven? I’m sure it will not be a diet soda. Why would we be di­et­ing in heaven?

What if, and again, I am spec­u­lat­ing, ev­ery­one in heaven is fat? Ever yone is fat, eat­ing, laugh­ing and en­joy­ing them­selves. Wouldn’t that be a shock to some peo­ple? I’m not say­ing it is, but who’s to say it isn’t? A per­son can dream, can’t they?

That cer­tainly would be some­thing worth cel­e­brat­ing.

In the midst of all this mus­ing, my wife hap­pened to walk in and said, “What in the world are you smil­ing at?”

I con­fess it caught me a lit­tle off guard. I looked at her, still smil­ing and said, “I was think­ing about heaven and the great time we are go­ing to have cel­e­brat­ing up there.”

I did not give her any par­tic­u­lars, be­cause it was my dream. All she said was, “I think it’ll be a won­der­ful time up there cel­e­brat­ing.”

Her idea of cel­e­brat­ing may not be ex­actly my idea of cel­e­brat­ing, but then why get caught up in par­tic­u­lars. Her cel­e­bra­tion may be dif­fer­ent from my cel­e­bra­tion, but if both of us are happy in that cel­e­brat­ing at­mos­phere, what’s the harm?

I couldn’t help but think of what Je­sus once said to his dis­ci­ples. “I am the liv­ing bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world” (John 6:51).

The best cel­e­bra­tion that I know of is feast­ing upon that “liv­ing bread” which is none other than Je­sus Christ.

Dr. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Sil­ver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or email jamess­ny­der2@att.net. The church web­site is www.whatafel­low­ship.com.

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