As expected; I mustered, got up, got dressed, and walked out the door. Down the street and to the church. The sermon started out with a congratulations that we had come to church on such a beautiful day. A recognition that we could all be home reading the Sunday paper, getting ahead of the neighbors with yard work or taking the day to be outside, but we didn’t. We came to church. Which according to the priest, was the correct decision. Why? Because God graces us with the holy spirit when we worship Him.
Now theologically I am not so sure I stand on the same page, however the priest’s next few lines addressed that too. Roughly paraphrasing he said, “Now people who are intellectual, well read, analytical have a difficult time with this.” He nailed it. ” People like me who need the grace will take it.” Boom, shut it down.
I over think, almost everything, I am pretty sure. Wait, let me think about that. Yup, I think I over think. I am such an alcoholic. My silly little dyslexic, addicted brain likes to go to the default of over thinking almost everything. However I am learning how to let that all go.
Best thing to do on a hugely nice day is to kayak. Get outside and out of my head. Phone rings and it is a peep from the program. “What are you doing today?” they asked.
“Going kayaking” I say.
” I wanna go too” ……well now I am in a jam, I have two boats, two paddles and two life jackets.
“Ok, well have you ever kayaked? ” Total stall.
“No, but I have canoed” I am thinking, not the same thing. This is the Charles river, dirty and spring level high, someone new in a boat could get into trouble. Plus I am still grumpy and not wanting to give a lesson.
“Well the river is high and I haven’t checked it out yet” truth ” So not today but maybe later in the spring when the water warms up.
“OK… well, have a good time. ”
So I got one of the boats ready and not having roof racks that fit my leased car and not wanting to scratch the top of the car trying to get the boat on top, I decide to put the boat in the car and tie it down. It almost fits the full way in, then I give it another slight push and crack the inside of the windshield. It splinters out like a spiderweb the size of a dinner plate.
I call my peep back and offer to meet up and go over to the different spots on the river to see how it is flowing. We meet up and drive along to where the put in sites are. A few trees down, one by the Bridge Street bridge which would cause trouble if you don’t know how to read the river. The current is fast and the tree is pushed up against the bridge right where one would paddle. I am thinking I made a good decision on not bringing a new-bee out on a first run.
Then around the bend comes a group of paddlers, all having a blast. Another put in point and more paddlers. And my peep really wants to go. Starts pleading. Says we can scratch up the top of their car to go. Deep breath. Ok, let’s do it.
30 minutes later both boats are strapped down and we roll to the put in point. Quick lesson on dry land on getting in and out of the boat, and we shove off. It is the inaugural outing of the River Rat Gang. They get the hang of it and we travel for about an hour up-stream and then back. The water is dark and swift in some areas, but no white water to get nervous about. They have a great time and it is a new world to them. Service 101.
To get out of your head, do something nice for someone else. Be a friend. It took a busted windshield to get my head out of my ass and do the next right thing. God works like that. I sometimes need a sermon launched in my general direction. I need the confession and absolution and sometimes, when that doesn’t get me all the way, I need to be stopped in my tracks and redirected.
Thanks be to God.