One On One Again

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Seasons… there’s a rhythm when we are young.

A rhythm of the school year: fall leads to school starting, Christmas break in December, Spring Break in March, summer holidays for July and August, then it’s one on one again!

But is One on One again about seasons? I wonder. He’s going for a ride, one bear one wheel… but very soon other bears come along…

It’s a silly story – I get that – but it’s on my mind.

The winter storms, snow fall, blizzards… if you grew up on the prairies you’d be prepared for them. One writer tells of the farmer, at the first sign of a winter storm, will tie a rope between the house and the barn, so that in the white out, he’ll be able to get to and from feeding his cattle, by following the rope… there has been those who have become lost in their own backyard.

I remember those storms. I recall feeling cozy and warm in my house, looking out the window at the snow piling up. It’s a lazy feeling, too! No school tomorrow! Nothing can be done but stay warm by the fire, sipping hot chocolate. When the storm is over, it’s outside to dig out, with my brothers, and the snow is now our snow-fort, candles and cozy retreats to another world within the icy walls.

Soon it all melts away, and it’s One on One again.

This morning as I sit just near where my day begins, it all feels familiar, and I miss my brother John, my son Nicholas, my daughter Cherish… each are far from me, they’re missing from my life. There is no rhythm there. No past that will assure me of their return, no assurance of One on One again.

I’m ok, God is good, but I miss these ones and more. For my father and mother are gone, beneath the ground, it’ll be a whole new context when I see them again, on the other side of the Bridge.

I recall something I read about the past and the future,

Also we must realize that only the future is in principle unknown and unknowable, which means that all habits, defenses and coping mechanisms are doubtful and ambiguous since they are based on past experience. Only the flexibly creative person can really manage future, only the one who can face novelty with confidence and without fear. I am convinced that much of what we now call psychology is the study of the tricks we use to avoid the anxiety of absolute novelty by making believe the future will be like the past.

“Towards a Psychology of Being” Abraham Maslow

Remember always, as the centre of everything, Jesus Christ, a man of human ancestry, yet raised by God from the dead according to my Gospel. For preaching this I am having to endure being chained in prison as if I were some sort of a criminal. But they cannot chain the Word of God, and I can endure all these things for the sake of I those whom God is calling, so that they too may receive the salvation of Jesus Christ, and its complement of glory after the world of time. I rely on this saying: If we died with him we shall also live with him: if we suffer with him we shall also reign with him. If we deny him he will also deny us: yet if we are faithless he always remains faithful. He cannot deny his own nature

2 Timothy 2:8-13 J B Phillips

So I’m thinking, it’s me on that bike… that unicycle… is that my paradigm? Alone again… after the storm… if it is I need a different paradigm maybe… I don’t know… but maybe it’s me and Jesus… who will never leave nor forsake me.