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Something to Think about is a daily (more or less) commentary on life. The Author, Howard Merrell's, goal is to help us think Biblically and Christianly about the issues of life, from the mundane to the sublime. Readers can subscribe to Something to Think About, STTA, by clicking on the subscribe button at the bottom of the column to the right.
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SOMETHING
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Though it has been a long time since I graduated from high school, the new pencil toting crowd and I have something in common--vacation is over.
The last STTA I sent out was kind of an anniversary announcement, our fortieth. This milestone was particularly significant to me because it was the last one my parents reached. My dad died in the year of life I'm in right now. In celebration of forty years together Kathy and I took a lovely vacation. But it's over, and like the young scholars, it's time to get back to work. No complaint, here, that's as it should be. From the book of Genesis, where we read that God gave the first couple a job (Genesis 2:15), to the book of Ecclesiastes where meaningful work is clearly held up as a gift from God (Here, for instance), to the New Testament, where work, even manual labor, is held up as a good thing, the Bible makes clear that it is not God's intention that we live on perpetual vacation. Lots of folk have a very bad attitude about their work--and, students, right now your job is your school-work. Here are a couple of thoughts to help us adjust our attitude about work:
Vacation is over, and that's OK.
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that I realized it was hard lumber covered with the thin cloth that was the white aisle runner. Even then, I had bad knees, so as Kathy's dad's prayer went on, and, it seemed, on, my knee began to ache. I knew that when he said "Amen." I was supposed to stand and gracefully help my bride to her feet. Oh, the new shoes. The bottoms were still slick. I could see myself falling over in a gimpy-kneed, slipped-on-the-white-runner heap. Not the image we were after.
I often think of our wedding when I am involved in matrimonial events that cost more than we paid for our first several cars. Our wedding cost well less than $500, and that included the tux rentals and cost of the brides maid's dresses (Our friends were poor like us and we didn't want to ask them to bear the expense.) Kathy and her mom made her dress mostly from the abundant material that had come from a cast-off gown of a rather large bride. A friend of the family made the cake. (Part of which chocolate. One of only two "opinions that I had about the wedding. The other was that Kathy wear her hair long & down. I was abundantly right about both.) The best man and I nearly moved it from the back of Kathy's family's station wagon to the front seat when we were bringing it to the church. My childhood and teen friend, now a professional photographer, took our pictures and only billed us the costs for developing and printing the pictures. Kathy, as she has, now, for four decades, cut my hair. (The cuts my dad gave me, were too near the military style.)
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