This week I’m thinking about the Philadelphia Inquirer…

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Some of you know that my extended family meets up every summer in Ocean City, New Jersey. This is a tradition that goes all the way back to my childhood — albeit with a few summers off here and there at other places.

I don’t have bunches of memories from childhood at the beach, but I remember the cars that my grandfather made for me carved out of the sand; I remember gigantic drip sand castles that my dad would make; and I remember the young boy yelling out as he rode down the middle of the street on his bicycle “Get your Philadelphia Inquirer — Inquirer — Get your Philadelphia Inquirer!” It was this sing-songy thing… Well… it sounded like this… 

Anyway…

I have been thinking a lot about the memories that this time is making for our young families. Our tendency is to think that this is all bad — that there are families out there struggling to make ends meet: and there are. That we are frustrated at our limits: and we are. That we are constantly trying to figure out new ways of doing things: and that is true.

We know that all things work together for good for those who love God,
who are called according to his purpose.

Romans 8:28

On the flip side, there are some families out there who have been craving time together and now they are getting it. There are some people out there who were in desperate need of a sabbatical from life. There are retirees that are learning again what a gift family is and that there are different ways to “be with” family.

Yes, there are some memories being made during this time. I don’t know if there are any sing-songy memories, but there are memories. 

In this week after Easter, when we faithful people proclaim an empty tomb it is our calling to pull our heads out of the dank dark tomb and run to tell good news. And the good news is that God doesn’t leave things the way they are. God is always making new memories where things seem glum, breathing lightness into frustration, and adding a song to even the most mundane of tasks.

I hope that this week you are able to look around at your family and remember that God works through all things for good for those who love him. That the empty tomb promises that — and our lives proclaim it.


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