I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation.
I was in the locker-room, post-workout, and the dialogue between a young father and his four-year-old son had a familiar ring to it.
“Okay, buddy. Let’s move it along. Remember, the longer you take, the less likely we are to get pizza when we leave.”
Turns out, the son had become fascinated by the numbered locker keys that only come out when you put your member card in the slot. They just dangle there, baiting and waiting on some four-year-old to walk by and marvel.
Dad: “Seriously big guy. Shake a leg. We gotta scoot!”
Son: “But look Daddy. Ours says two-hundred aaaaaand eightyyyy-eight. It says 288. See?”
Dad: (Not breaking eye-contact with his phone) “Yep. I see it. Okay, let’s hurry. C’mon!”
I silently grimaced a bit.
Everything in me understands right where the father is. I mean, I get it. I really do.
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been there.
Watching that moment play out triggered a memory for me.
We were living in Tennessee. Our son, Jackson, was three-years-old.
We were late.
It was one of those days.
No matter what we did, everything seemed to move in slow motion.
We finally got out of the house and were loading the car when, at the worst possible moment—I mean the worst—I look around and cannot find Jackson anywhere.
We were sooo late.
Laura had already called asking where we were. (In other words, I was already in trouble!)
When I found him, he was in another part of the driveway, squatting down, hands folded, fingers interlocked in front of him between his knees…
Me: “Jackson, come on, son!” (Wish I could tell you I was as patient as the Dad I saw in the
locker room, trying to gently motivate him with promises of pizza. I wasn’t.) “I’m not going to
tell you again. Get in the car. We’re already running la—.”
Jackson: “BUT, DADDY LOOK! Come ‘ere! You gotta see this!”
Turns out, the red sucker he had dropped on the ground the day prior (now glistening in the morning sun) was blanketed with hundreds of tiny ants–all in formation to, on, under, and around it. It was too great a sight to ignore, and fully worthy of a three-year-old’s fullest attention.
In our car now, on to some destination I am quite certain was nowhere near as fascinating, I could already feel the weight of regret. There he is, in the back seat, buckled nice and safe…fully restrained. It occurred to me then (even as it occurs to me now) we are made to marvel. We are designed to notice the peculiar things which are just out of the ordinary enough to mystify us. This is why, I suppose, Jesus was so determined to affirm the role of children in the community of faith. They see things we as adults have conditioned ourselves to ignore. That’s why theirs is the Kingdom.
I share this locker-room moment, and my sticky-sucker memory for a reason.
I share it to encourage our young families to slow down.
Slow way, way down.
I recognize how difficult it must be to fit in all the things that seem necessary. I truly do.
But what if they’re not as necessary as we think.
Dallas Willard said one of the great secrets to the Christian life is this:
“Ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life.”
As I listened to the young dad in the locker room try to speed things up, I marveled a bit, because I find myself these days trying to slow this train down. Jackson doesn’t stop to look at suckers anymore. (And that’s probably a good thing.) But I’m telling you the truth. That morning with the sucker and the ants and the high-blood pressure…feels like it was last Saturday and not twelve years ago.
Slow it down.
“This day is fragile. Soon it will end.
And when it has vanished, it will not come again.
So, let us love, with a love pure and true, until this day is through.
(“This Day,” by Point of Grace)
Have I told you lately how much I love being your pastor?
Well, I do.
Johns Creek Baptist Church
Just love this message – need to save and reread at least monthly. Slow down and enjoy the journey needs to be my motto! Thank you for great reminder!
Awesome read!! Thanks bunches!!! ❤ Ann H
Love the writings of Dallas Willard. Recommend any of his books. A blessing to the soul!
I needed this tonight. Hadn’t heard that saying before, but it rings so true. Thanks for sharing! As W says, the days can be long…. but the years will be short.
Such a true and meaning message.
At my age it has a real true meaning!!
I remember those days of hurrying everywhere!! There are days I would like a “do over”. We don’t get those and yes everyone needs to slow down and learn to enjoy the moments we have!
Thank you for your insightful thoughts!!!!
Terrific message from a parent of young adults now, gulp. I wish I had slowed down when they were little. I would love to go back in time for just one day to remember those little ones when they were little. I love the words from “This Day”!
Great message. We all need to enjoy every day. The little everyday marvels.
I love this message! As an artist and art teacher I have told my adult students may times “slow down, there is a world of wonder right under your nose.” As a preschool teacher of art and creative play at our Methodist church YEARS ago, we marveled at the wonders of God’s creation. It pains me to see parents glued to their phones while their children are staring into space and missing so much. Thank you for sharing this.
Have we told you enough that we “ love having you as our pastor???” Well we do!
Hi Sean, Missed the sermon Sunday when I was in the nursery rocking babies. Just wanted to say, this to me was one of your best sermons yet! The message to parents was fabulous! Loving, thought provoking and oh so important!