Several Saturdays ago Jaydon and I headed to the closest branch of the local library. I needed to do some research for a paper. I've been in and out of the library in the last few years with him to pick up books, and always look longingly at the adult side of the library knowing that I do not have time to read. But on this trip I rediscovered an old friend, the library.
I've always loved going to the library. I love to read and I love books. When you open the cover of a book there is another world waiting inside the book, and that world will go with you after you close the book. As I did my research I realized how long it had been since I had really been in a library and immersed myself in the contents of the shelves. Ah, old friend how I've missed you!
But I had another experience that morning that jarred my memory. As we started through the library I noticed a man reading a newspaper. Not an odd thing, after all it was Saturday morning at the library. As I tracked down the information I needed I went around a corner of a bookshelf and saw a lady sitting in an easy chair reading a magazine. A magazine. And then I remembered my father...he went to the library to read newspapers and magazines. We never subscribed to magazines (except for the Progressive Farmer and later on Southern Living). We only subscribed to the local newspaper. But my father was well read and went to the library to read magazines and newspapers. He also went to the library to do research on various subjects (usually tax codes and legal issues). I don't really remember him checking out and reading books, but I do remember newspapers and magazines.
As I thought about this (while still in the library) I started remembering all the libraries I've been in in my life. The first library I remember was on Clark AFB, and guess who took me? My father! While I browsed in the children's section he read publications. I know he took me to various libraries over the years. While I checked out books or did research for a paper he would occupy himself reading the current periodicals. I remember in high school that he took me to a local university's library to do research. Thank goodness he didn't realize that I didn't do any research because I was so fascinated with the library that I spent the time just exploring the library. And I thought of the local library across from my parent's subdivision that my father frequented in his final years. He knew the librarian very well, and even when he was very sick asked my sister to take him over to the library because he wanted to check with her about a publication he was watching for.
So on this Father's Day I wish all father's a good day and I remember all the good memories I have of trips to the library with my Father.
I love that phrase, "herding cats". It just says it all! I've been herding cats the last few days but I got them rounded up today! We had a wedding shower for one of the young girls in the office. I wanted the entire staff to be involved, and in the end they were. But I remarked to one cohort who worked closely with the event that I felt like we were "herding cats".
So she went to the internet and started sending me pictures of "herding cats"; too funny! I think I need to order one of the prints that was for sale and put it in my office. But the shower was lovely, and the bride was so happy (I had flashbacks to Erin's wedding shower in the same office and hope this bride will have beautiful memories of today).
Now that this is over I have to start on the Christmas party planning. Herding cats again, but this time it is the managers!
Just realized I haven't posted in 2 weeks. Time flies is all I can say! Jaydon and I took Bentley to his first dog show today. Actually it was a "fun match" which is just a show for fun to let the dogs practice for the real shows. I'll do a post on the dog's blog but had to include this picture here:
As we drove to the match (it was in Austin) I couldn't help but think that Sunday is now just another day in our world. Sadly, I realize that not everybody goes to church. And, yes, many churches now offer worship services on Saturday nights. But it just seems that Sunday has lost its sacredness and its designation as a day of rest.
I had been bummed about the match being on a Sunday morning, but just told myself oh well, deal with it. It seems that more and more events are being held on Sunday now. Last week I noticed a sign for a Farmer's Market at a nearby shopping area and thought "Oh neat, I need to check it out." But it is on Sunday mornings, 8 a.m. to 12 p.m. right during the church hours. I see kids sports teams having games more and more on Sundays, too. And since the Blue Laws were abolished the stores are open pretty much regular hours.
Now, yes, I do occasionally run to the store on Sunday. And, sometimes I don't go to church either. I admit, I made the choice this morning to take my dog to a dog match and not go to church. Realistically I know we can worship God anywhere, anytime (and we should always be in an attitude of worship) but we should put aside the world for a few hours each week and concentrate our thoughts on the living God. Having the world clamoring at us to go about our business as usual on Sunday is not a good distraction. And what about the day of rest commandment? We all need that rest and a time to reconnect with our faith.