I am pale.
And because I was born and raised in Southern California, I want to get a tan. Yes, I know that it’s an oxymoron to say "healthy tan" – but my 1960's/1970's mindset dies hard - and I just think I look healthier with a little *color* on me.
So, the other day a friend and I headed off to a nearby lake to soak in the sun (I got burned to a crisp, by the way…)
Yes, the lake is manmade (it's Southern California, folks), but it's still really pretty. And it's legit – about a mile in length, with an average depth of 30 feet (70 feet at its deepest) – it's stocked with many species of fish. It's really a fun place to sail, kayak, fish, paddleboat, barbeque, play volleyball…and yes, get a tan.
So, we're sitting on the shore – there are two "beaches" at this lake – when a small family arrives. There’s a mother, a grandmother, a young boy of about 7, and a cute little girl about 3 or 4. She's jabbering away as she walks…
Then, all of sudden, she comes to a dead stop, right at the edge of the sidewalk. Her eyes get as big as saucers, she does a very enthusiastic arm pump, and she squeals…
Then she jumps into the sand with all her might – and giggles. She runs around laughing and dancing – the absolute picture of unvarnished and untarnished delight.
My friend and I look at each other with tears in our eyes, and the biggest grins on our faces.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I ask her.
"Yeah," I say, "we should be like that."
You know, in spite of the darkness and the turmoil and the struggles of this life, it's still a beautiful world. It still bears the handprint of our Lord. It’s still a masterpiece of color, and texture, and smell…
It still belongs to the King.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of that fact.
I was reminded by a young girl who took delight in the smallest things. Who took nothing for granted. Who celebrated the wonder of it all – who literally jumped for joy.
And with a very enthusiastic arm pump, with unvarnished and untarnished delight, I'm squealing…
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