Yeah, it's quiet.
I'm finding myself at awkward places these days that cause me to be exhausted at the end of the days. It's like being in a new world. In the old world you would just know what to do and how to behave in most any given circumstances, knowing people and places and traditions and processes. In the new world you have to think carefully through each new situation.
I mean, that surely isn't the case for everything. "Trust your strengths and gifts and calling. Trust who you are and who the people are and what you do, you're not a newbie at this stuff Friesen." But then there are times like this Easter Season when there are public opportunities to screw up, to misjudge and misinterpret, and I go into cautious review mode to make sure the work I'm doing is helpful to the Kingdom and not a distraction. That kind of constant awareness of what I am doing is exhausting.
There are also some things here at the Church in The Field that we are attempting and we just need to do them well because doing them well will lay the foundation for much good ministry down the road. So I'm working hard on those things, to see them succeed. It's important and though it's not work like moving this pile of lumber from this pile to that pile, it sure gets to be hard work.
That's me this Easter season. At least with my work.
With my family, well that's kind of a different matter.
The problem with good traditions seems to be that when you can't experience them, you get lost a bit and loose your way for a time. Until new ones can take their place. Our Easter traditions are being laid down this year because they don't fit the shrunken family, or the wide open expanses out here in The Field. The kids won't be home, well certainly except for Micah, and that will be a big shift, really our first Easter without the bulk of them being here. Extended family won't be nearby to hang with and I'll be working at the community Good Friday service as opposed to attending as a family. Yeah, just normal changes of traditions that come with life.
But the ground is warming up and you can begin to smell the birch trees as they come back to life again. The snow is going and spring is on its way, and tonight we will gather to remember Christ's last night. It's all about perspective isn't it?
So just in case I don't get back on here much this weekend, I hope your Easter is about life and hope and a future and if Jesus is in that mix someplace than I think it will be about all those things as well.
Blessings on each of you who drop by this place.