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Christus
Rex
Time To Eat
Robert Nash
This past Sunday Sarah and I picked up the ‘Four CD Set’ recording of the Cantus Christi (see Canon Press). The Cantus is a wonderful collection of psalms and hymns that we sing during Lord’s Day worship. The songs are beautifully played in four-part piano accompaniment. What a deal for ten bucks!
This evening Sarah put CD number one of the Cantus Christi into the DVD player and Psalm 1, “Bless the Man” began to resound from my 27’ TV speakers. With that, dinner preparation commenced. Sarah had planned for us to have a hamburger casserole ‘thingy’ with all the ‘fixins’. I took the task of frying the beef. After all, real men love to fry beef. Not to mention the fact that with Sarah being pregnant, the smell of cooking beef is likened to sun-rotting carcass as far as her senses are concerned. As I stood over the stove, wielding my spatula with consummate skill, it wasn’t long until I heard the sound of squeals and wheels gliding across the kitchen floor… One more accompanist had joined Psalm 15, “Lord, Who Shall Dwell Within Thy House.”
Apparently Leah had found her way into the baby walker on wheels, also known as “grease lightening.” Back and forth, up and down, round and round she goes, blazing paths from Mommy to Daddy and back again. Somewhere in between grease and “grease lightening” we had made it to Psalm 22, “To All My Brothers I’ll Declare.” I laughed aloud as Leah skated down the hall to take another look at the piano that was seemingly playing itself. As she gazed at the wooden noise maker I imagined her thinking, “I bet Mommy taught that piano to play, and play it better if it knows what’s good for it.”
I sat at the kitchen table sipping my diet Mountain Dew as Psalm 30, “I will Extol Thee, Lord” filled the living room with reverence. CLANK, CLANK, CLANK, RATTLE, CLANK! My ‘8-month old wheeled munchkin’ had once again found the utility drawer - A big ‘no no’ in the Nash household. She must have heard the chair creak as I stood (most chairs associated with my presence do creak). She quickly dropped the cheese grater, which was aptly transforming to a “baby grater”, and gave an “I think I better make a break for it look.” Too late… flick, cry, kiss. The deed is done. Restored and happy she chases her angel back down the hall for one last look at the autonomous piano. Upon her arrival a new tune begins, Psalm 32, “Blest the Man Whose Trespass is Forgiven.”
The repugnant smell of sun burnt beef had evaporated and Sarah made her return to prepare the side dishes. “How long until supper’s ready honey”, I asked. “25 or 30 minutes, it has to bake now”, she replied. Psalm 40, “I Waited and I Waited for the Lord.”
Soon thereafter I decided to go on a ‘midget hunt’ and found her in the hallway “spinning her wheels.” Once again, like time after time after time before, her shoes had come off. This occurrence had rendered her walking motion futile as slick socks created no friction on even slicker floors. Bending over to rectify the situation, “Sarah”, I said. “Where’d we get these daaaa…gurrrrr shoes anyway!” Leah looked at me like I needed to be flicked, her gaze was flick enough. Psalm 42 played on, “As the Hart About to Falter.”
Supper was now on the table. Psalm 62, “In God Alone My Soul Finds Rest.” It was time to give thanks. Leah was asked to be still and pray. She responded perfectly with a smile and watched attentively as I addressed the Father of fathers. Repentance, thanksgiving, blessing… Restored and happy we give a hearty, “Amen”.
Time to eat.
Volume
Two - Issue Two
Theology: Satan Loves Proof Texts - Gregory Soderberg
Science & Culture: The Cyborgs Are Coming! - Maurice Hagar
Family: Time To Eat - Robert Nash
Literature: The Da Vinci Code - Maurice Hagar
Liturgy: Liturgical Thoughts and Musical Musings - Gregory Soderberg
Poetry: Tylwyth Teg (The Fair Folk) - Josh McInnis
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