When I think of the term "salt of the earth", these are the faces that come to mind. Between them they have lived through wars, fled certain murder at the hands of armies, watched as those they left behind fell in droves to famine, lost loved ones, and faced the daily toil of life. Their worship is quiet, reflective.....faithful.
On a few occasion however, by general consensus, quiet steadiness is put away for some good old fashioned fun.
Our church does Father's Day, and we do it well. Mountains of homemade goodies, games and music. The whole afternoon dedicated to celebrating our earthly father's. It's the official kick off to summer.
Father's Day 2010
So it was with great consternation that Brad realized that the road shutdown dates he had finally wrangled between three different users (and already advertised) were for that particular weekend.
"Well, no wonder the loggers agreed." He said, sounding a bit bewildered.
A three day bridge repair, starting on Saturday, 4.5 hours from home.
He said he'd make it.
Somehow, Brad insisted, he would be at that picnic on Sunday afternoon.
?????
umm..okay Dear?
I don't know if it was the thought of all those baked goodies or picturing Caley trying to do the wheelbarrow race without him as the legs of the barrow, but I had a really hard time convincing him that we would much, much rather he not kill himself on some Northern stretch of highway rushing home, or push himself so hard on the job that he fall right off the bridge deck. (He has come close to that one before)
It's just a day after all.
Just one day.
The kids and I would be okay if he was away for this one day.
We had 364 other days to make up for it.
(It's late, this thought will have to wait till tomorrow)
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