This past weekend was the first time my immediate family had been together in one place at one time for a couple of years. I went into the weekend with some fear. As is the case with most families, we have our issues. But I came away from the weekend feeling relaxed and refreshed and generally felling pretty good about where are family is at this point. Here are some general impressions of the weekend.For a family to remain close there has to be a spirit of mercy and forgiveness. If there had been an attempt to enumerate all of the things we had done to each other over the years, it would have taken a week. We all have things that we are not proud of. Especially me. The desire to let things go has overcome the instinct to hold a grudge for community to exist. The weekend was pretty much drama free, it was nice.
There were four ministers there. I am proud to be a part of a family that has that many ministers per capita.
My son Brendan and his cousin Tucker became fast friends. There were adventures and epic light-saber battles that are the stuff of legends. At one point in the weekend my sister found them standing on top of the Explorer. Not on the hood, on the top. When she told them to get down Brendan replied, “It’s my car.” It reminds me of the fun I had with my cousins over the years. I hope they remain friends and both grow up to be youth ministers.
We learned that Krystal is not a good idea when seventeen members of a family have to share a couple of bathrooms.
We also learned that laughter and prayer are the glue that holds families together. And churches for that matter.
