This past weekend, my wife & I played hooky from our church to hear Ravi Zacharias speak on life’s questions. After hearing him, two things are clear:
He’s brilliant; and,
It’s no wonder he’s known as one of the preeminent apologists of our day. You should check him out.
With Saturday being my “cheat day,” I purposefully pigged out on donuts in the morning, and skipped lunch–because I knew we were meeting for dinner prior to the Ravi Zacharias event. Which meant, with the doors opening at six, we had reservations for four-thirty. Yes, it felt a bit like taking a walk on the senior side (eating so early)–only without the blue hair.
As good as, as enlightening as, Dr. Zacharias (who doesn’t have blue hair, but stately, gentlemanly, white hair) was, the real highlight of the evening was fellowshipping with our friends over sushi prior to the event. And when I say “fellowshipping,” I mean a meal sans children, full of actual adult conversation. Imagine that? Much laughter ensued. And my wife even got me to try the Rainbow Roll–though Sashimi is not how I usually, you know, “roll.” Who knew that raw Salmon could be so tasty? (Seriously, you should try it).
Can you tell me how a great evening like this is supposed to end? How does one follow great fellowship, and then hearing one of the most brilliant minds of the church address crucial topics? If you guessed having the children spend at your in-law’s place, you’d be right.
Our post-Zacharias evening was to include an uninterrupted viewing of Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. (Because that’s how I roll).
That’s not quite exactly how it played out. And honestly what follows is, like Tobey McGuire’s Spider-Man, “not for the faint of heart.”
My wife and I, somewhere south of ten o’clock, got a phone call. From the sound of it, you would think our five year-old daughter was the one who noshed on the raw fish. And then couldn’t stomach it.
Yes, friends and neighbors, she yarked all over grandma’s comforter.
And grandma was none too happy about that.
At this point, I imagine you know where this is going. Who had the extreme privilege, nay, the honor, of picking up his children at eleven o’clock at night? This dad. That is how, unfortunately, parenting seems to roll.
So it goes.
My wife finished virtually all of P, T, & A without me. And it being very late, and all, by the time I got home, my night–like the old ABC Wide World of Sports–quickly went from “the thrill of victory” to “the agony of defeat.”
So it goes. I’m still tired.
How about you? How was your weekend?