I’ve never wanted shade so desperately…and found it in such short supply. I’ve been to dozens of these Scottish games in my life, but never one so hot.
But even with the heat…there is still a magic – still a wonder. All is familiar: the pipes, the hum of “Loch Lomond” somewhere in the distance, clan names spread wide across tents, the sheep dogs, the smell of haggis.
All of it – the events, places and people, the stories – they give a sense of belonging. Spotting our clan’s name, their plaid, the tune of the pipes: there is a pride in it, a pride in remembering that you came from somewhere. It also conjures up the memory of someone special – an incredible grandfather that took great pride in all of this, that educated us so well in all things Scottish, and that would always slap his knee and be all aglow at the sound of pipes. Happy warm tears come when I remember him, when I recall the love that came in his teaching of this heritage.
It’s not something I think of every day, but this place, a small piece of land carved out with all things scottish, it reminds me. There is a beauty here that is easily forgotten when all of life has been rearranged. I didn’t grow up across the atlantic. Decades and centuries have piled high over this heritage, and yet it is still somewhere under there, a rearranged bit of beauty to be recaptured.
I need reminding. I need to know that I belong. A refreshing sense of joy and belonging…how much more of this should we have in God’s presence? There is an incredible heritage there – one that I have no right to, and yet that He hands over to me. It should not be, and yet is. This is something to smile about, something to remember.
(I keep reading these verses in Galations…and pondering them – pondering this business of being an heir.)
But when the set time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, 5 to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship.[c] 6 Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “Abba,[d] Father.” 7 So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir. Galations 4