Brunch

I always take a seat on the patio when I have the option — and when it isn’t too hot or wet.  The other day it was a little bit of both — not too much, though, to discourage an avid fan of sightseeing, people-watching and atmosphere-drinking.

A sparrow, desirous of a bit of my brunch (good luck with that, little birdie), kept me company.  The dampened landscaping glistened in the early morning sun.  Jazz music filled the air — loud enough to be clear, not so loud as to be obnoxious.  I would have gotten some of that inside, and had air-conditioned comfort to boot.  Still, I considered myself to have the best seat in the house.

I was told I could stay as long as I liked — and having, as I did, my Bible with me, I was tempted.  But I had several bits of business that required my attention, and so I cut the morning short.  Another time, hopefully.

Life is like that — bits of business, bits of joy.  They all have their place.  “A time to mourn and a time to dance,” as Solomon would have put it (and did, in Ecclesiastes 3:4).  The needful bits without the joy cause despair; the joyful bits without the work causes sloth; just ask Solomon’s sluggard (Proverbs 24:30-34).  May God give us plenty of both — and a proper appreciation for all of it.