by JAMIE NULL
Bluefield Daily Telegraph
I was on vacation last week. We didn’t have umbrella drinks or set out on a big cruise to a tropical island. Deciding to keep it simple, we headed to the North Carolina mountains. We explored Grandfather Mountain, hiked a few trails and walked on a mile-high bridge. At the end of the day, we ate cheeseburgers and fries. It was a laid-back trip. The husband is slowly converting me to a country way of life. I went fishing for the first time last week. When I caught my first trout, I jumped up and down like a child. One of the lake workers cleaned and wrapped the fish for the drive home. A little olive oil, salt and pepper and a few other spices and dinner was served. It was simple but pretty good.
Last week didn’t start out simple though. On Sunday, we did a little home repair and went to Lowe’s three times in a span of one hour. We are slowly discovering the so-called joys of home ownership. Monday through Wednesday was a combination of taxes, errands, deadlines and meetings. Snow on Tuesday complicated matters, or rather my mood. I felt sorry for those who took advantage of the summer-like weather last weekend and planted their flowers. Too early, I thought. But my daffodils, so simple with their bright yellow faces, still looked good. I am glad we didn’t have a heavy snow or all of spring’s flowers would have been ruined by the weather. It wasn’t a bad start to the week, just complicated after a week of simple joys.
But as I packed my lunch on Thursday morning, I hummed a few stanzas of the old hymn “What a Day That Will Be.” I smiled when I realized the tune. When I was a young child, I sang the hymn in my childhood church, standing beside my Grandma Thelma.
“What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon his face,
The One who saved me by his grace;
When he takes me by the hand,
And leads me through the Promised Land,
What a day, glorious day that will be.”
One of my favorite hymns, I have memorized it in my heart and mind. I am more of hummer than a singer. I opt to hum than sing around the house. It is better for all within hearing distance.
Grandma was a hummer too. She hummed in the car, at church, at the house and everywhere in between. I am not really sure what she was humming back then. Sometimes, I think she made up the tunes.
But that is probably where I get the habit. As I have gotten older, I have caught myself humming around the house, while I am getting ready for work or cleaning the house. I always hum old hymns; never pop culture or country songs. It is a good habit; one I know would please my grandmother. It pleases God too. I like the old songs of yesterday. Those are the ones that warm my soul. The simple combination of a piano and the words about God’s promises are like old friends. Even with new Christian contemporary music, the hymns inside a songbook in the church pew are always there for those in need of reassurance and comfort. It is amazing how only a simple tune can change your morning and impact your day.
Today on Easter Sunday, simple might not be the word of the day. An early morning sunrise service, an 11 a.m. service with the family and Easter lunch will create a full non-stop day.
A lot of families will be busy with their own Easter traditions — egg hunts, Easter baskets and more. It is the same with other holidays. Before you realize it, the day will be over and Easter grass will be all over the house, just like Christmas paper.
If today gets complicated, or just plain busy, let’s not forget the simple truth of the day. That a savior named Jesus died on the cross to save us from our sins and give us eternal hope in heaven. I know I will be humming some of Grandma’s favorite hymns today. It is only fitting,.
Jamie Null is the Lifestyle editor of the Daily Telegraph. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org or on Twitter @BDTParsell.