Spirit of Play
My sister and I spilled off of the toboggan at the bottom of Chamber’s Hill. The wipeouts were arguably the best part of sledding.
Just as we were figuring out which way was up, an avalanche of dog bounded down on us out of the powder and glare. We barely had time to wonder whether he was attacking or romping.
But despite his wolf-like physique, his body-language gestured an invitation to play. He was a beautiful, pure white Malamute with ice-blue eyes and a melodious croon. He was as gregarious as he was mysterious. We became fast friends.
"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly." Matthew 11:28
God intersected humankind in a very Christmas sort of way, invading our wreckage with a spirit of play.
Scott Burnett
Just as we were figuring out which way was up, an avalanche of dog bounded down on us out of the powder and glare. We barely had time to wonder whether he was attacking or romping.
But despite his wolf-like physique, his body-language gestured an invitation to play. He was a beautiful, pure white Malamute with ice-blue eyes and a melodious croon. He was as gregarious as he was mysterious. We became fast friends.
"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly." Matthew 11:28
God intersected humankind in a very Christmas sort of way, invading our wreckage with a spirit of play.
Scott Burnett
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