Tuesday, January 12, 2016

rock star fuddy duddies

John Harrigan in his natural habitat and his beautiful wife Lydia

A friend who knows us really really well (as pictured above- go buy his new book and be blessed by it!) said on his recent 3 day, 2 night visit to our house, "You know... the Chaneys give off this rock star front, but really, they are just a couple of fuddy duddies."

We laughed and laughed because the fuddy duddy part is so so very very true.  It still makes me giggle.

Take this, for example.  My other friends, the Bethards, are rock-star fun fuddy duddies, too.  And we had a BLAST taking this picture for an upcoming fundraising event (PROM for grown-ups, y'all!), but just before this picture, we were eating lentil soup and trying to visit while I was at the same time trying to help my daughter write a report about Grover Cleveland while Asher was frustrating his sweet little friend Gray by putting pizza sauce in her hair.  And after this picture, we got frozen yogurt and rushed home so that we could stay near our all-family-member bedtime of 8:30 pm.  We love early mornings and early bedtimes (because we hope and pray we all get some sleep- it eludes us so often) and fuddy duddy is right!

Because life is hard and it makes us tired.  We have so much joy and love and great moments, but as we all know, the second law of thermodynamics of our fallen world has us on an entropy-induced road of messes, messes, and more messes.

And then I came across this yesterday (thanks, NTG):

"The settled happiness and security which we all desire, God withholds from us by the very nature of the world:  but joy, pleasure, and merriment he has scattered broadcast.   We are never safe, but we have plenty of fun, and some ecstasy.  It is not hard to see why.  The security we crave would teach us to rest our hearts in this world and oppose an obstacle to our return to God*:  a few moments of happy love, a landscape, a symphony, a merry meeting with our friends, a bathe or a football match, have no such tendency.  Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home."  CS Lewis, The Problem of Pain

So yes, we are definitely rock star fuddy duddies with enough joy to catch glimpses of the goodness of our Creator and enough pain to ache for His return.

Thanks, John, for yet another truth bomb my friend.  Rock on!

*I would add here, an obstacle of our hope of His return to make all things new

1 comment:

lifeinthevillage said...

This makes me laugh. And grateful. Love to you my friend-