Eric's Sunday Sermon; On Timing and Our Well-being

Wellbeing is such a great term. Perhaps some would say they are not being so well. Of course that is understood to mean many things. Probably it would depend on the context. “How is your health friend?” Maybe; “How is your job going”.

Here we are blessed as many ask, because of my known spiritual priorities, “How are you doing?” and we know it means my relationship with God who we call love.

Maybe they are asking me about my children. Maybe they asking me about my garden. Sometimes they mean my battle with cancer in which case the answer is almost always “kicking some butt and I don’t feel a thing about that”. For there is only a tiny battle. No big deal. Having a love sickness is a big deal.

It could be they are talking about my relationship with my wife. And then the response is; “What do you think about an Irish Italian 1^st gen American and an Immigrant fiery Vietnamese gal?” And then 18 years and our son. Go ahead and guess. It is so passionate that screaming and yelling leads to rib breaking hugs.

And then they may mean finances and the answer is always the same. “I do not know, ask my tax and accountant expert, I eat well and have a home”. (Of course the expert is my wife).

The counting of money is not something I want to spend my time on. Maybe make a buck and turn it over to folks who like doing that stuff with their time, maybe even they like to spend their time worrying. Our boy and I love math. We could give proper change without a second thought without some computer type deal. We count leaves and pedals and Murders of birds. Seconds for things to happen. Math is cool, counting money is someone else’s deal.

We count it a blessing that some like to do it. I have no time for it. Smelling my garden soil I gots time for.

We only have so much time as a Christian. I just do not have the time for most of the Old Testament. The “new” takes all my time. Prophecy I just do not have time for. I read scripture for at least 15 minutes a day, should I read Genesis or Luke chapter 5. Should I read of the slaughter of Jericho or Paul’s letter to the Ephesians? Yes I read and memorized Psalm 23 or at least the 4 verse or near. Enough about that kind of time.

I got no idea of my timing in this body. And I have to garden, work and raise a boy and be a dad to 4 more elder. And my calling is here to write. And out there to love. Time?

“Dierker your timing was right on cue today”. But yesterday it sucked my second chair told me. Now here is the funny part I had heard it before. Because our lead Clarinetist left town. Dad in Military, I became first chair in our school Orchestra. (Isn’t it sad they do not have those anymore especially sense it was all volunteer?) And so it was June, the second chair clarinetist who told me that. About 25 years later there was another 2^nd chair. Chet. He said the same thing. That second chair was in a defense of a capital murder charge. You know the attorney who keeps whispering in your ear and leaving you notes. As “first chair” I wonder back if I slept during that “time” of trial. Manslaughter was a good result. Timing is everything. Follow the judge and follow the conductor – There is only one, God as Love.

The conductor will tell you that there is a time for every season under heaven. I don’t really think under heaven is right as I do heaven here and now and not under, but with. My timing stinks but love’s timing rocks. Or is that makes motions (sometimes legal ones) or is that orchestration (a synthesis of love). As always I have questions and maybe the questions are answers.

Check out this conductor; Ennio Morricone. I like to be conductor, producer, director, actor and supporting actor. I have issues. My “home” made movies are the best (read that, in my head). We just do love around here and the soundtrack and theme come out just fine.

So what of this timing stuff? I tell my boy that it is time to…. Kind of a little BS. When is it time to cook or eat? Nowadays we say breakfast, lunch and dinner. That makes no sense at all. It is time to eat when you feel a bit puckish and are hungry. Or better yet when you are hungry and want to cook. That is the best time. Hmm time to eat? We skipped lunch yesterday. Just a bunch of watermelon, black and blue berries.

Time to sleep or get up. That is funny. But if you have a job maybe it is time to go to work but you did not get your proper sleep time. But maybe that edge is what you need this time at work.

I love time. I have got real close to ‘no time left’. What a wonderful place to be. We should all live there without angst. Today may be the first day of the rest of our lives. But in time it may be the last time of your lives. You may think that bad. I do not. I think it is a day to live and love like no yesterday and not as good as tomorrow if it comes, which is not my concern.

Family group Hugs today were not the best. And that is awesome because tomorrow’s will be better and you can bet on that. Love takes and it gives on it’s time and not ours. For the next hour (measure of time) let us live it is our last measure of time. Now don’t tear up you mortgage or get rid of your savings. I love folks who tell us that that we will destroy our planet in ??? years but have an IRA. OK but kind of strange. Hedging bets on time. Well I cannot so my wife handles all that. Good job lover. OTOH I figure I am not going until about 2050 so I should care more but it don’t take much to live in a tent in Coconino Natural forest.

Proverbs 22:6 “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it”. I must spend the time to set up his time until he is 99 years young.

A last thing here is bad timing. Some things in my life have been horrible timing. My youngest son was not supposed to be. A huge amount of chemo therapy left me sterile. I was too old also. And what? My timing was bad and yet a miracle. (No joke he really is mine and not a chipmunk’s) Funny thing. I was thinking on my time and not love’s time. Sometimes I am just all silly time think. Love of God is the timing. I plan my times and love laughs at me.

Time to get up? Time to dance in the rain? But I do not make it rain. Timing is above my pay grade. I will just go back in time.

Love you all the time.