Sunday, March 8, 2009

I just spilled some red wine

So I was siting with my dear friend Susan today and has some good thoughts and conversation (Thanks Susan, and I am so glad that you are back home). I told here about my hunting trip with my dad, and it got me thinking.

The trip was great. We went for ten days out in the Frank Church Wilderness. This particular wilderness is in Idaho near the Montana border. We went out with horses during that day and would ride for a few hours, then tie them up and walk for most of the day. we didn't talk much because we wanted to be as quiet as possible. This was good to just be with someone all day but never say a word to them for the most part. Needless to say I had a lot of time to think.

I had never done anything like that with my father. When I was a kid his alcoholism got in the way of us ever spending time with each other. So it was great to spend "Sunrise... Sunset..." with him. Sleeping, waking and eating with him. There was something so redemptive in just spending time together. There may have been things that we needed to say to each other, but there were things that didn't need any words at all. We may never have conversations about the past, but I am not sure that we need to. This is drastically abridged, but the story is as simple as this: Father and son hunting trip, all things will be redeemed in Christ.

Listening to ~
Maylene & the Sons of Disaster - Just Wanted to Make Mother Proud
Tim Fite - Away from the Snakes
The Dear Hunter - Red Hands
Forgive Durden - Life is Looking Up