The Summer of 2013 lingers in Tidewater Virginia. But, it’s done. Over.
It was an unsettling and unsettled season. An unfulfilling Summer despite its gifts.
My complaint begins with Mother Nature. It was the wettest Summer I’ve ever seen in Virginia. The cedar trees in the back thrived, but no one else rejoiced. Yet, I don’t quarrel with the weather, I simply remark. It was so wet we missed the dog days, especially in August, that make the Yankees here whine so.
I like those days of super heat, humidity like a wet blanket and a cooking sun burning without pity. That oppressive heat is good to ‘set a spell’. It makes sweet iced tea an elixir. Ice cream and fresh fruit taste like heaven. A cold “coke cola” is perfection. The sweat flows freely. Hard labor brings that bone-deep feeling of real work. And, each hour of the day has its own special feeling, insect sounds, lighting and cloud canopy. From the muggy morning that promises a scorcher to the buggy night when its still hot – its Summer in the South. So many summers from boy to man to husband, father and grandfather – they matter to me.
Then, there’s the world, America, Virginia, our closest Clan.
Alas, alack, what small, wrong-minded, and stupid men and women rule with such great power. That’s not a new lament in the march of history, but one best-fitting to these ill-begotten times. So it is and so it goes.
I’m keenly aware that I’ve not sought the stature nor accomplished the seeking of power for my words to matter. Yet, I know what would work well – and far better than those of great gravitas and preening power. I can speak the Truth, as I know it, to power whether I’m heard or not.
Obamacare, IRS abuse of power, promoting perversion in the military, economics, Egypt, Syria, etc. etc. have solutions, for another day, where men and women can wield the sword of power to cut Gordian knots with clean, simple strokes. But, none came to pass this Summer of 2013. The World and America are in unsettling times.
If only the Republicans controlled one House of Congress – especially the House.
Across the Commonwealth of Virginia a carpetbagger New York Yankee of immense wealth and greater low Clintonesque chicanery may win the governorship. Too many Establishment Republicans resent the uppity peasants of the Tea Party so much, they’re working against Ken Cuccinelli. Ken is the best hope for Virginia since Jim Gilmore’s simple, sincere “No Car Tax” of 1997. Ken has national potential if he isn’t sacrificed on the altar of the pride of Republican power.
Ken didn’t articulate a winning message through this Summer. The election won’t be settled until November.
Then, there is “us’n’s”. The blessings in grandbabies – all 4 – abound. They multiply. We had so much time together – especially with the local “Irish triplets.” Nothing unsettling there. Everything is a blessing upon a blessing, except some concerns for the future.
The suffering of a grown child is no less a pain in the heart, a terror in the night, or a burden throughout the day for this Father than it was when they were wee ones. In some respects it is less, when I know they know the Lord Jesus Christ and seek His help. In some respects it’s more, because there are in-laws and grandbabies involved. Or, it’s more for the loneliness of one not married. Regardless, the tears of my grown children sear my heart like acid. This Summer settled no situation and ended no stress. That is unsettling and unsettled.
I’ve got unsettled issues of work and justice – but I fear not. It’ll all get settled sooner or later.
When I wake, I sing. Literally. I breathe the new morning deeply and feel strong. I know I appear old, ancient, to many but could care less. I earned my wrinkles. My laugh lines come naturally. This unsettling and unsettled Summer 2013 makes me feel up for a good fight. Let’s settle something somewhere as finally as well-handled claymore sword might cleave a new peace – through victory. Or, let’s keep babysitting those grandbabies.
Whatever is His Will. “Here I am. Send me.”