REMINISCING IN REST
In my youth I used to paint in a tension-filled expression of emotion.
The clock would ‘disappear’ into the early hours of the morning, as I couldn’t let the painting go, until the home straight was reached.
Likewise starting tasks of whatever kind and staying with them until they were completed, with no rest until finished.
So tasks may be important – but in what inner condition of heart and mind – do we carry them out?
In the Christian context – with years, comes maturity, and an entering into greater spiritual rest.
Christ offers, the child of God, rest from our turmoil.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
10 For he who has entered His rest has himself also ceased from his works as God did from His.
And so, as the material ‘clean-up – clear-out’ I have engaged in, continues – I do it at a leisurely pace, stopping to reflect as prompted by the writings of differing kinds, that I had filed away.
Writings I haven’t looked at for quite some time.
Reflecting on the past, sometimes fondly, and at other times with a sense of disappointment.
One of the things I came across was an article I wrote for the local newspaper. A report of my visit to the training centre in Germany, mentioned in my last post.
Also I came across an old ticket for a Bob Dylan/Van Morrison concert, where I had my one and only foray into photographic journalism, representing the same newspaper.
I almost got my camera confiscated, because the word from the platform was that – no photographs were to be taken.
Van Morrison allowed a ten minute ‘snap’-time, when all photographers came forward to take shots.
But Dylan (or his people), prohibited the taking of any photos.
Whilst taking a photo from a distance, even though he hadn’t appeared, I was affronted by a certain lady accusing me of being deceitful, and that I should not have taken any photos.
Suggesting that I hand over the camera. I wasn’t going to do so as it didn’t belong to me, it belonged to the photographer for whom I was the stand-in.
So representing the newspaper for the first time, and unable to take photos?
I have the ticket memento, but won’t tell you how long ago it was 😎.
Next I came across old email addresses of old friends or acquaintances – and wondered ‘where are they now?”
Looking back – I reflect.
Looking forward – I anticipate.
Here is marching orders from Paul the Apostle:
12 Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me. 13 Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, 14 I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.