So the highlight of this Lenten Sabbath was the end of birthing classes. On Saturday, we gathered and met other expectant couples, one of whom are our friends. We watched some births, which I hadn’t seen since 9th grade. I know they are on TV all the time, but being without cable for over a year, it’s not like I’m flipping channels and catching a birth in between hockey time-outs.
What amazes me is that all of us get here the same way. We all leave, too. On Sunday, we dealt with the what-ifs of labor and birth. There were a lot more details, but the teacher was thorough. It being after worship, I was wiped out for most of it. There was a medical emergency with one of our classmates, that thankfully turned out to be quite minor. But it was right next to me and the wife’s exclamation really shook me up. Things can be so fragile: our lives, our health, our well-being, our peace, you name it. And things will be extraordinarily fragile for our bundle-of-joy-to-be. Am I up to it? I worry about being a bad dad: about having a temper or being too impatient or too lenient or too weak or too ______. I now realize just how much I have underestimated my dad.
1a) Driving the speed limit–It was Sunday. I did well…for a Sunday. 2:4
1b) Foul Language–I threw a few barbs at other drivers. 1:4
2) Fasting Lunch–Technically, yes, since I had to rush from church to baby class. But no, because I snuck in a pepperoni roll. 2:4
3) Giving up Facebook–Money. 4:4
4) Reading–None. 1:4
5) Something strictly between God and me. 4:4
6) Visitation–No. 1:4
7) Guitar–I thought this one would give me more points, but I just don’t do it. 1:4
What about the other days? There just lost unfortunately.