Life
is a Picnic
By Elece Hollis
Feeling spooked by the sound of my own footsteps in cavernous room, with it's vacant tables set in evenly-spaced
rows, I made my way around the perimeters, raising the brown canvas shades from the tall windows. Light gradually filled
the cold room's spaces. On the far side of the room, was a door to the hallway.
I went through it continuing with my investigations and light-letting.
Our new house was large and spacious
feeling with plenty of windows and high ceilings—an old house in an established
neighborhood . Though closed in by smaller houses, it reigned— Queen of the
street.
As
I passed back along the hall twenty minutes later, I took another look at the
porch room. I wondered why the previous
owners built it so large, why they added the kitchen area against the inner
wall, why they left all the tables, and what I would use it for. With a prick
of surprise, I noticed a woman and three children seated at one of the tables.
The mother took sandwiches from a cooler while the children sipped at straws
stuck in juice boxes.
The scene was cheerful and peaceful enough to
make me stop myself at asking who they were and how they came to be enjoying
their lunch on my porch. As I stood processing the situation, a hardy rap at
the back door startled me. The door opened and a smiling man entered to place a
brown paper sack on the counter.
"Here you go, Ma'am. Here's your
supplies for the month. The boys down at the fire station will be bringing them
by each month for you. We gotcha two bottles of catsup, mustard, mayo, and a
couple jars of sweet relish. Need anything else, just let us know. Oh, and my
name's Sam Peters. Call me Sam."
"Hello, Sam, but you'll have to
excuse me. I don't understand. See that lady with the children over there? I
don't know her. They're having a picnic."
"Oh, yeah , a cute family. She brings
them here a lot. This is such a great room."
"But, I mean, it's my house! They are
having a picnic here and I don't know them—never even met them!
"Well, I see. Pretty soon you'll know
ever'body. The whole town uses this room; been using it for years. It's like a
park shelter—open to anyone. We love it!"
"But it's my house," I
declared flatly, "I live here now!"
"Well sure, and we're proud to welcome
you. Don't you worry none about things. We supply all this extry stuff folks
might wanna borry," he said, as he
pulled catsup from the brown grocery bag. "That a-way folks can help
theirselves and not bother you a bit. I 'preciate your keeping the porch open.
Folks use it year round, 'specially in bad weather. Gotta get back,” Sam said, letting
the screen door bang behind him.
I
put away the supplies and watched the family at the table. The toddlers climbed
up and down the benches. Their laugher and happy voices warmed the scene. The
sun shone in through the high windows and across my bed to wake me from my
dream.
The porch dream mystified and amused me. I haven't
moved. I still live in my old farmhouse in the country. But, this was one of
those "real" dreams, you know? Thinking about it when I woke, I
remembered a little picnic basket my daughter Rachel bought at a thrift store.
It was probably a Mary Engelbreit basket, with a cluster of cherries on the
front along with the words: "Life is
a Picnic."
Yep,
life is a picnic and it's at my house (and maybe at yours). The Lord tells us
in I Peter 4 to show hospitality without grudging. He says, "Open your homes to one another,
without complaining." He asks us to
open our homes, to share our food, to serve, to provide for the needs of our
fellow Christians, to welcome into our homes and our hearts the traveler, the
unwanted, the poor, even the stranger.
In the dream, the house belonged to
me; yet I wouldn't refuse the town people the room. It was too wonderful. The
firemen provided for my needs just as God does in my real life. Sharing my home
may seem a hardship or an invasion of my privacy, but it isn't. It is a
blessing like a picnic and what picnic is not a good thing? What picnic is an intrusion?
A friend once said to me, "You
sure have a lot of company, Elece. God must be trying to teach you something!"
That's right; He is always trying to teach me something, because I am one of His
and He loves me. I don't see the chance to
show hospitality as a punishment, but as a blessing. God trusted me with plenty
to share and room to share it in.
Life is a picnic and it's at my house. Come on
in!
What's Good About Home© 2010 Elece Hollis
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One? One? Only one? Think just how limiting it would be to be striving to learn one new thing a day. Why I would think that we should be trying to learn much more than one thing a day. If I went by this rule I would only have a possibility of learning 3, 650 things a decade. Sad waste of a my lifetime.
