Reflections from the Back Seat

RIGGS MINISTRY MINUTE            Rev. Ross Riggs, D. Min.     www.docriggs.com  True North Ministries

Once again it has happened. Since it isn’t the first time, I suppose it should not come as a surprise but still the feelings, the emotions that strike at odd times, like now 3:00 in the early morning hours along a highway in North Carolina. I once wrote a post from 30 plus thousand feet over the Atlantic, now from about 3 feet above the pavement cruising at about 70 miles per hour in the back seat. That is how our lives go, I suppose. At one point in our lives we are jetting across the world, the go-to guy who has people waiting on word from him as how to proceed and then the next, we are in the back seat; not being chauffeured but rather, not being needed to do the driving. No one is particularly waiting on our phone call. Wait; now before you think this is some melancholy, oh woe is me kind of blog… there is praise here!

Are we not given the responsibility as parents to raise His children, equipping them to step out into the world to follow the path He has for them? Absolutely, we are! When we have gotten to the time in our life when we are able to take the back seat in our children’s lives; we have succeeded. Praise the Lord and pass the Aspercreme! So, I suppose in some ways, we are being chauffeured.

This is my fourth, or as I always include our Filipino daughter, Cyd, my fifth time to take the back seat and watch as they prepare to step out on their own. On this trip, I am with Daniel, my youngest and his young lady, Sarah (not his sister).  We are traveling to North Carolina to spend time with Sarah’s mother and celebrate Sarah’s birthday. In a dozen weeks, Daniel will be at Fort Benning, Ga. with the U.S. Army. So, his time has come to set out on the path that God has for him and I pray that his path will be brightly lit, maybe with a little bit of warm, glowing light that comes from the back seat.

Thanksgiving Parade

It is Thanksgiving Day morning and the aroma of a cooking turkey fills the house. The traditions of Thanksgiving Day are many but one of the very best is the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. It is one of those traditions that make Thanksgiving what it ought to be. The television will play the commentary of the parade while we go on about getting everything ready for the real Thanksgiving Day parade. Do you know the one I am talking about?

Like any parade, it starts off with some loud fanfare and then falls  into a rhythm. It kicks off with a bang, louts of shouts and talking; lots of noise and then everyone settles in for those who are later in the parade. I’m talking about the arrival of family to the side door (family comes in through the garage, the front door is for visitors!) There will be plenty of time to catch up. The ladies invariably go to the apron drawer, select and don an apron as they smoothly slide into a helping role in the kitchen. At the same time, the men slide into a La-Z-Boy and await the ‘Rockettes’ arrival in the Macy’s Parade. Of course, no parade would be complete without the children. You have the one’s who arrive, just barely awakened from a nap in the car alongside those with enough energy to push a car (in ‘park’)! There are the children that have a tear in their eye and a sniffle in their nose from a very clear behavior modification that has just recently  taken place and we must not forget the handlers! A very important part of the family parade it is the person, usuallly a husband, who is handling, in the most precarious way, a dessert or two, a wrapped gift that wife loving hollers to remind hi is very breakable and a diaper bag, car seat, and camera! Then comes, of course, the loud, back-slapper uncle with the quiet dimure wife at his side, she anxious to get to the kitche and finally the family that, even if you told them 11am tor a 1pm dinner, they would still be late!

Macy's Thanksgiving Parade

Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade – Rockettes

The parade has all passed under your door frame, some through the front door, but most through the garage. After the ceremonial placing of the card table where the children, who have not yet graduated  to the main table, will  sit and eat. Finally, the parade has come to an end and the participants all gather around and hold hands where the Guest of Honor will be humbly thanked for all His provision across the year. Ah, the Thanksgiving Day Parade, even Mr. Macy could not have envisioned a scene so grand!