Caught in a Wolf Trap on Father’s Day Weekend

It’s Father’s Day Weekend, 2011. I’m missing and remembering my dad, even after 13 years. I’m loving and celebrating my boys, who are both dads themselves now. And my sweet wife gave me the coolest Father’s Day gift ever.

So, as a shout-out and thanks to her, I offer…

A Short Story

It was Father’s Day week-end and I just wanted to have some Good, Clean Fun. What was I to do? I’m getting up there in years you know… it’s not as easy to have fun as it used to be. I pondered some ideas from the days of my youth but realized, That Was Then, This Is Now.

Yet, I still wanted, with all my Heart And Soul to have some fun… Oh My My

As I sat and contemplated these Words, I heard music echoing through the woods. What is that? An orchestra? No. A solo artist? No. It’s a band! So, I sat a while to Listen To The Band.

I remembered dreaming, as a teen, of playing in a band – Someday Man, I thought back then. But that day never came.

The music called to me. Through the woods I wandered, until without warning my foot was caught in a soft, non-tragic wolf-trap.

Ug. Alone in the woods, music so loud no one could hear me yell. Then I remembered my smarter-than-I-phone. I pulled it from my pocket and called up The Girl I Knew Somewhere – the girl I knew from everywhere in my life, really, my sweetheart.

She could hardly hear me for the music and the weeping (I have a very, very low threshold of pain). “Where are you” she asked, “in Tear Drop City?”

“No,” I cried – “I’m caught in a wolf-trap and it’s Father’s Day Weekend!”

“I know it’s Father’s Day Weekend, but I don’t know anything about wolf-traps. Did you call Valleri, I think she works with traps?”

“No. No. I’m out in the woods and I don’t have her number. My battery is running low. I just need you to come and get me.”

“Me?! I’m busy right now. I’m Not Your Steppin’ Stone.”

“Baby,” I cried. “I’m not taking you for granted, I promise. I need some help.”

“Well, alright. How do I get to you?”

“Just take the Last Train To Clarksville then walk into the woods toward the music.”

Adele offered one more question: What makes you think I can help? I told her I believed in her! She reviewed the situation with me… you’re stuck in a wolf-trap, in the woods, listening to a band and you honestly think I can help because you believe in me?

Exactly, I affirmed, I’m A Believer – I know you can do this.

She reflected aloud, “Hmmm, sounds to me like you’re more of a Daydream Believer.”

Though filled with questions and doubts, she took that train, listened for the band, and headed out into the woods.

When she finally found me, my will was growing weak. I looked up into those sparkling blue eyes and said, “It’s Nice To Be With You.”

She took a look at the wolf-trap and said, “This will not be easy… it’s going to take A Little Bit Me/A Little Bit You.” I told her I’d give it my best shot.

We pulled and pushed and pushed and pulled until that wolf-trap released me. After embracing we walked (okay, she walked and I limped) toward the music.

Although I was hoping for something to drink to quench my thirst, the first refreshment stand we came to only sold pudding… it was a little place called the Tapioca Tundra. I recharged over a bowl of coconut pudding.

Then, relieved and relaxed, we sat down in that valley to listen to the music… it turned into quite the Pleasant Valley Sunday.

The End

PS: Thanks, baby, for the coolest Father’s Day Weekend gift ever! And to everyone else, thanks for your patience… sometimes you just need to Monkee around, you know…


About christmasandicecream

Grace & Peace to you all! I'm Randy. I am a follower of Jesus - sometimes close up and, sadly, sometimes way too far away. My best friend, administrative assistant, partner, and high school sweetheart all live with me and go by the same name: Adele. She and I are part of a relationally-focused, small group based Church family that helps us along spiritual quest. Our boys are both grown now. We have a wonderful daughter-by-marriage and 2 truly GRANDchildren... 1 boy and 1 girl. We are Corgi people and now oversee the care of 1 spoiled Corgi puppy named Elly May. I am a devoted fan of 2 'seasons' in each year: Christmas and baseball!! At my house, a Christmas tree goes up somewhere within days of the close of the Fall Classic (baseball lingo for the World Series) and a Christmas tree stays up all the way through Spring Training. In between it is non-stop celebration of the Incarnation. I live in the Mid-Atlantic part of the U.S.A. and, among other things, work as a coach and consultant with an incredibly diverse network of churches that make up the BCMD. My Church-roots are in the Baptist bucket of the Christian ice cream shop. But, just because I have a favorite flavor, doesn't mean I don’t like them all! I do. I work with things like soul care & leadership development of pastor/pastoral team members; with small, simple, organic models of church life; with relational strategies of spiritual formation; and with the health of the Church. I taught at New Orleans seminary for a decade and have served in local churches for 30 years. I am currently part of the faculty of Rockbridge Seminary – a new kind of seminary for a new kind of Church – where I also play a role on the Academic Council. *I am obliged to note that questions, comments, ideas, views,... just about anything you read here, are mine, and not those of BCMD, RS, any other organization or school I work for, or those of most normal people. Thanks for visiting. Come back again.
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