Picnics are process

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family picnic photo by O. Douglas Jennings used by permission.

“The picnic philosophy is one of flexibility, of leisure, of carpe diem.  The sun is shining.  Pack up, head out, give in.  Heed the Slow Food manifesto:  ‘savor suitable doses of guaranteed sensual pleasure.’  And for goodness sake, enjoy.  Picnics are process, or should be.” 

(from Urban Picnic by John Burns & Elisabeth Caton)

What is your faith process?  Do you savor suitable doses of doing good, doing no harm and practicing the spiritual disciplines?

Picnic pests.

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“I do not like to eat al fresco.  No sane person does, I feel.  When it is nice enough for people to eat outside, it is also nice enough for mosquitoes, horse and deer flies, as well as wasps and yellow jackets.  I don’t much like sand in my food and thus while I will endure a beach iconic I never look forward to them.  My idea of bliss is a screened-in porch from which you can watch the sun go down, or come up.  You can sit in temperate shade and not fry your brains while you eat.  You are protected from flying critters, sandstorms and raid and you can still enjoy a nice cool breeze.”

(from Laurie Colwin’s, Home Cooking as quoted in Urban Picnic by  John Burns & Elisabeth Caton p 31)

Many of the folks who attend The Table at Central UMC have been burned or bored by church.   That might describe you too.  Maybe you feel that you “do not like church and that no sane person does either.  ”  But if you could “dream a church”….What would your idea of “bliss” be in regard to church?  Where would you like to sit?  Where would you feel protected?  What would you enjoy?

Picnic

Small bucket with fresh blueberry

What Becomes a Picnic Most

Huckleberries, boysenberries, grapes
Disregard for clocks
Cradle of friends
Cloth napkins
Influence of clouds: arcs, tufts, flocks
Water moving
No money
Lemon,lime,and vinegar (sour notes refresh in heat)
Shade
Atmospheric effects: light pillars, coronas, waves in the sun
Buckeyes sipping nectar
Expectations of night – later, inside

(from picnics by Hilary & Alex Heminway)

What becomes your faith the most?

Weeding or planting?

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” In my world, gardening consists of a desperate scramble to remove marauding foliage before it engulfs the house. PLANT something? When? I suppose It might help if I were diligent. But I’m more of a diva gardener, awaiting the muse’s call. Conditions must be perfect — not too hot or cold or wet or buggy — or I simply cannot set foot on the leafy stage.

But occasionally, the stars do align and I head bravely into the yard, where it’s a more like a mad game of Tetris than the meditative, blissful communion with our plant brethren I see in magazines. The only thing I want is for weeds to disappear. Preferably whole sections at a time with a nice, satisfying poof. In the rare moments I do get ahead of the game, I still can’t plant anything because… HERE THEY COME AGAIN.

If gardening is like Tetris, then July is level 93. Weeds sprout faster than hands can move and if you fumble for even a minute, the yard will COMPLETELY FILL UP TO THE TOP and it will be GAME OVER.

By Eva Moon  

If you imagined that practicing your faith is like tending a garden…do you spend more time weeding or planting?  What is something that threatens to choke your faith?  How much diligence does it really take to keep your faith free from sprouting weeds?