We had one of those weekends you remember for a long time afterward because of sweet sudden glimpses of eternity that make ordinary things more beautiful.
We went swing dancing at a 100-year-old fairground that still looks like it did in the 1930s, with a live band playing Duke Ellington and Ella Fitzgerald songs. We took a walk around the fairground in the warm evening quiet, where we could still hear the live music from inside the ballroom.
I cuddled babies and kissed sweet baby toes, which always leaves me feeling refreshed and content with life. Those hours in the nursery at church reminds me of the reality of life, community, and love, which are more real even than the important work of politics, farming, journalism and business because the first are eternal and the second are passing away. Those babies are human souls who, Lord willing, will grow up to love Jesus and enter into the community of the church as we wait for Jesus to come back.
We had dinner with a friend who is getting married this summer, and as we looked back over a year of marriage and talked about engagement and being newlyweds, I was so very conscious of how lucky I am and how blessed we are. Marriage between two Christians is such a powerful testament to the unselfish love of Christ for his bride.
Speaking of eternity, I was so encouraged recently by what a wiser journalist told me about why our job is important in its way: "The Bible says the darkness cannot stand the light, and that’s why I am a journalist: to shed light on darkness."
That thought helps me invest in my work and see how to work as unto the Lord, and not to men — to see the eternal in what is passing away.
To be happy at home, as Johnson said, is the end of all human endeavor. As long as we are thinking only of natural values we must say the sun looks down on nothing half so good as a household laughing together over a meal, or two friends talking over a pint of beer, or a man alone reading a book that interests him; and that all economics, politics, laws, armies, and institutions, save insofar as they prolong and multiply such scenes, are a mere ploughing the sand and sowing the ocean… the society into which the Christian is called at Baptism is not a collective but a Body. It is in fact that Body of which family is an image on the natural level. — C.S. Lewis, Membership