I love this time of year. Warmth, sunshine and the slow transition from light into darkness at the end of the day. I am aware that summertime in different parts of the country is hot and humid with unpleasant heat and dangerous storms. Last year I was in New York City in July and no matter what preparations I would take, after walking two blocks from my hotel, I would be crumpled and deflated. I have lived in parts of California with endless foggy days–horrible summers where it was necessary to put on a jacket before going outside and resisting the urge to activate the electric heat when indoors . . .in August! However the place I now inhabit is enjoying an idyllic summer. We have been waking up to foggy mornings cooling the remainder of the day and mid-morning sunshine breaking through the mist revealing bright days designed for wearing shorts and sandals.
One afternoon last week I sat on the steps where I live reading a novel and enjoying the sun on my legs. It was one of those perfect moments when one is sitting outdoors and neither too hot nor too cold. I suppose this time of year reminds me of my childhood summers when my only responsibility was mowing the lawn, emptying the garbage or setting the table for supper. And although now my life continues to be filled with the usual tasks of preaching, planning, anointing and administrating there is still that summertime fragrance of ease and languor. At times like this I hope the Kingdom of Heaven is one long eternal summer afternoon.