So, we had run around downtown Jackson almost all day long. We capped off the evening with the annual Starlight Symphony. I had leaned over to say something to DaLee and felt my chair lean. We were on an incline anyway. I righted myself but held on to the arm of DaLee’s chair. A few moments later I felt myself start to tilt again. I gripped her chair as mine slowly twisted and collapsed underneath me. I came to a rest flat on my back with my feet in the air! All I could do was laugh! I was somewhat stuck, not sure how to get up without doing a backward flip. DaLee and Bretney came over to help me up.
I suppose it was plastic fatigue. All those criss-crossed pipes were held together with plastic joints. I guess after a few years of wear and tear they finally gave way. All the pipes were intact but now lying in a jumbled heap on the ground. Of course, the metal could have done the same, or the fabric, as DaLee suspected. Fatigue can get the best of us. I learned a long time ago that I shouldn’t make any decisions – especially important ones – when I was tired. My brain just doesn’t function as well. I don’t follow my own advice like I should.
We as Christians can suffer from spiritual fatigue, too. We keep on doing what we feel that we should be doing and if we have little success, we can tire out. Paul told the Galatians not to “grow weary in well doing” or “not to lose heart in doing good.” Why? In the right season, at the right time, we will reap a harvest. We have a glorious future ahead of us so we can’t give up the good work. We mustn’t give up the work. A lost and dying world is counting on us.
Until our next togethering,
love ya,
Bret
