“What’s rule number 1?” I shouted in a mock drill sergeant voice.
I paddled a few more strokes. My muscles were starting to burn with exertion.
“And rule number 2?” I quizzed, also having fun.
“Don’t squiggle in the boat!” She squeaked out while having a mini laughing fit.
The two of us had taken a canoe out onto the marina at the break of dawn. We’d been weaving through the canals for about forty minutes and it was beginning to dawn on me that tomorrow I was going to be really, really sore. I stopped rowing and laid back to relax for a while.
Time passed as time does.
“This is fun daddy,” she said dreamily, lazily.
We sat in the channel for about ten minutes listening to the birds and looking around at the massive houses. Not doing anything, just being.
“Daddy…” Kathryn began as she unfolded what she wanted to do today, what she enjoyed from yesterday, why her sister sometimes irritated her, why she loved her mom, how excited she was about her My Little Pony party coming up on the weekend, why she thought the sea was so big… on and on.
My holiday was fantastic. What made it fantastic was the conversations that I had with people who matter to me. The conversation with my mom the night we arrived, the ongoing chats with my dad, the mental gymnastics with my brother in law the time spent with Liezl and Kaitlyn and Kathryn and all the rest of the family.
Well I’ve been thinking a lot about God, Jesus, Christianity, religion and relationships lately. I read Philippians 3:7 – 10 this morning. In some ways it’s Paul’s argument against religious self righteousness and for divine relationship:
Do you know Christ? Do you know the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings? How’re your relations? Your relationships? The ones that count?