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| Posted by: Teri Thomas |
3/20/2007 |
It seems to me that we are too often in a hurry to get things over and go back to normal. We celebrate Christmas for two days and then pack it all away and get back to normal. Easter will be a day and then back to normal.
I am voting for seasons instead of days. I went to a birthday lunch for Ruth today- for the BIG 50. This is the month long festival of Ruth. Jack's birthday lasted an entire week. I had to sing Happy Birthday for seven days. We will both remember this season forever I am sure.
Seasons are fun. If you celebrate for a season it is more likely to stay with you than if you celebrate only for a day. Seasons change us more than days do. I had a season of cancer seven years ago and it changed my life forever. I had a day of stomach flu and it is now forgotten.
Sometimes I think we avoid things that might change us. Maybe that is why Lent lasts for 40 days? |
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Re: A Day or a Season |
By Loui Lord Nelson on
3/27/2007 |
Since weather is always an easy topic of conversation at cocktail parties and in cramped elevators, I typically use it to uncover consensus with fellow midwesterners on one topic: seasons. Though we might complain about the cold, heat, rain, or drought, when we are within its midst of that season, we know change is around the corner. More importantly, though, we know that each season invigorates our senses and pushes us to celebrate the constant and persistent renewal of life God has given to us.
Seasons of all types beg the soul to explore and learn what each has to offer. You can let a season make you weightless or dreadfully heavy, both, or you can straddle those extreams. When we miss a change of season, be it related to weather, church, or personal celebration, we often feel off-kilter for a few days. Like we never rounded a corner that's always been a part of our life's journey. Seasons give us structure.
As for personal seasons, each year my sister and I call each other on the first day of the other's birthday month. We sing some non-sense, tuneless, direct proclamation of, "It's your birthday month, it's your birthday month," which is always followed by well wishes for the day and the certain celebrations ahead. Both of our husbands unknowingly married into this situation, though they took to this seasonal celebration easily. Everyone loves a party - especially when they know it's going to last a whole season! |
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