My oldest son, Foster loves fishing. Regularly, he’ll say,
“is everyone else thinking about fishing right now?”
“No buddy. Nobody is thinking about that. Just you.”
He loves it. He loves the calm and quiet. He loves the excitement when you get a nibble. He loves being in nature. It is his passion right now. He’s new on the journey, but he is jumping in, head first trying to learn everything about fishing that he can.
I was really more of a music, theatre, and dance kid. I went fishing with my dad a few times growing up. I love people. I like nature. I don’t love extended periods of quiet waiting…so fishing is not really my thing.
So, I’m not a great leader when it comes to guiding my son in his fishing pursuits.
This past week we went to Disney World. Sarah and I both hadn’t been in about 25 years or more. I remember the wonder and magic, the rides and more.
It’s grown, it’s changed, and you no longer stand in incredibly long lines.
Don’t worry, there are still lots of strollers, lots of Mickey ears, lots of tears and exhaustion…and some kids are crying and exhausted too, lots of hopes and expectations, and lots of credit card debt.
But now there are also virtual lines, and lighting lanes, and queue groups, and magic genie plus on a Disney World app that tells you wait times if you do stand in line, and gives you directions to where you want to go, and ability to make reservations, and mobile order food and it was my room key and more.
In some ways, this feels almost nothing like the park I went to 25 plus years ago…and yet in other ways it is oddly familiar. It’s just grown up.
Sarah and I used to work with college students. One day Sarah was talking to one of the students and they said they had never made macaroni and cheese. Sarah asked, “how was that even possible?”
This student said, “I’ve always had someone do it for me, so I’ve never learned.”
We went home and taught our 4 and 5 year olds to make Mac and Cheese.
If you were with us on Sunday, it was hot…like really hot. Not only that, but we had 425 people at worship at 10am. The Chapel only fits 175 people…which means we had about 250 people sitting outside.
Right before worship started, I said to some of our volunteers,
“maybe we should do the whole ‘first shall be last and last shall be first’ and move people who are inside out and people who are outside in?”