Summertime Blues

Given the summer we’ve had – or rather, haven’t had – I’d feel pretty justified claiming I had a case of the summertime blues based on the rain and cool weather. But it isn’t the weather that threatens to give me a dose of the summertime blues.

Rather, it is the fact that we are at the end of August, schools are back here in Scotland, this next weekend is Labor Day in the USA which is always the signal that summer is slipping away, and Robbie is packing his bags.

He leaves on Thursday to return to Bethel Church and continue his course at the school of supernatural ministry. He’s excited and I’m excited for him – though his absence will leave a quiet space which nobody else can fill. 

We’ve enjoyed the laughter and the fun; painted some of the house together; talked into the night about ideas and God. 

Only God never changes. Only Jesus is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. The rest of us are in a state of constant flux. That’s good, because I’ve never been someone who enjoys routine for too long a spell. But it’s bad, because once a moment is passed, it’s gone forever.

We enjoyed sharing laughter looking at old photos last weekend. We all looked so young. I don’t like the implication there. 

Well, the good news is that while autumn may follow summer, winter follow autumn, and spring come next, summer will return. It will be different, but it can be fruitful and fun again.

Suddenly my mind’s jukebox is playing the song from Carousel (which Liverpool stole for their own song unfortunately) – walk on, walk on with hope in your heart.

That’s the great thing about being a Christian. There is always hope. There is the expectation that tomorrow will be different – and that’s not a bad thing.