Well you might notice the new look here. Or you might not. I thought this might be a little easier on the eyes and Daughter helped me with it last night. Not sure this is the finished product but I thought the old format was looking a bit tired.
It was the writer of the Book of Ecceslesiastes who said, "To everything there is a season" or, in another translation, "There is a time for everything." Great words, and so true.
As I have written numerous times recently, we've been in a season of cold weather here in Middle Tennessee, unusually so for us, and even though cool is normally my preference, it has been a joy to see the sun these past few days and to awake early this Saturday morning and walk with my dog, with the sun shining brightly (even though it's still nippy), gave an oh-so-delightful start to this day.
Christians who observe the liturgical calendar are in the season of Lent, the 40-day period that precedes Easter, a period of introspection that is supposed to help us focus on the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross, culminating in Easter Sunday when the resurrection is celebrated.
I am in a non-denominational church now but have the good fortune of sometimes working near a beautiful old Episcopal church that has noon services every weekday during Lent. I try to make it to a few of them during the season when I can and enjoy the few minutes of solitude and reflection in the middle of a busy day. I am always refreshed.
At work I feel as if I have been in a season of learning patience for quite some time now. As you all know, things are trying in the world of banking right now.
As a lawyer, I grew accustomed a long time ago to the disdain many have for that profession. There are not many lawyer jokes I have not heard.
I've been in banking a number of years now and bankers are held in about the same regard now as lawyers. When I tell someone what I do, the typical response is, "A lawyer and a banker?!" -- then uproarious laughter.
But believe me, I am extremely thankful to have a job. I can put up with stupid jokes. And inside the banking world right now I am dealing with the minutia of regulation that is sometimes equivalent to watching paint dry. And convincing others that yes, we must comply with these regulations and how we feel about them really doesn't matter, is often daunting. So I don't see that season of learning patience letting up anytime soon.
On the home front, I believe Wife and I are in a several-year-long season of transition. Older Son lives away from home. Daughter is a junior in college. Younger son is a junior in high school.
Yesterday I took Younger Son for his first college visit. He's the one to whom I have held tightly these past couple of years and I could almost physically feel him pulling away, oh so gently, yesterday, and I already felt myself not liking it.
And as much as I might resist the changing seasons, the changes and transitions will continue. And nobody could say it better than the aforementioed writer:
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uprooot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.