“May we shout for joy over your victory and lift up our banners in the name of our God.” (Psalm 20:5)
Last Saturday our national rugby team, the Springboks, made it to the finals in the rugby world cup 2019. The following day, I was sent a whats app video of the Ndlovo choir and others celebrating. https://youtu.be/bluI1i4ckTc
There was dancing and confetti and South African flags. Tomorrow we will be playing in the finals. In the unlikely event that we win, you can bet there will be Springbok flags waving, jumping, hugging and riotous celebration.
On the cross Jesus won the victory over death and sin. The kingdom of heaven is like a victory celebration after your team wins the rugby (or any other) world cup!
Every Saturday morning I take my granddaughters to Brownies and Teddies, the junior branches of the Girl Guides. It is in another suburb about fifteen to twenty minutes away. While they are there, I usually take myself out to breakfast at a little bistro not far from the church hall where they meet.
This morning I sat down facing the window instead of the TV and was about to whip out my phone to check my email, or check the news, or play games or something when I caught myself. Why do I feel compelled to always be doing something instead of just being?
Instead, I just looked out the window.
I saw the beautiful Jacaranda trees in full bloom. By and by, a lady came up to the tree directly opposite me. She was wearing an apron and carried a watering can. She carefully poured water around the tree and I noticed there was a little rockery around the tree where some Clivia were growing. I saw a man carry an empty box and carefully deposit it next to a dustbin. I saw a parking guard with a luminous orange vest pick up litter as he strolled backwards and forwards. I saw doves fly past and perch in the trees.
On a whim, I checked my new tracker watch to determine my heart rate. It was lower than it’s been since I got the tracker three days ago.
Shouldn’t we spend more time being rather than doing from wake up to sleep time? Wouldn’t we appreciate more of the abundant life Christ offers us? Shouldn’t we spend more time looking at the lilies in the field?
Isn’t it strange that when we meet strangers, a stock question is “What do you do?” and never “Who are you?” It is true that often we can gauge who a person is by what they do, but not always.
I am determined to spend more of my waste time just being. Time in the car as a passenger, time walking, time eating, time relaxing. My cell phone is merely a tool, not my master. It’s all right to just look around, enjoy the world and thank God.