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At the End of the Parade
by Kenneth L. Pierpont
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Some people find it impossible to enjoy the moment because they are obsessed
with the past or preoccupied with the future. That is not true about me. I have
been blessed with the ability to fully live in the moment.
This came into play last year on the final day of the National Baby Food Festival.
It was the day of the Grand Parade. The parade came at the end of a week long
festival in which our oldest daughter Holly was named the festival Queen. I was
given the honor of driving the float bearing the Queen's court. The parade went
right down a major street in the town where we had lived and pastored for the
past six years.
It was a perfect Saturday morning, sunny and cool. Holly sat on the queen's
throne. Her court rode with her. It was a very, very happy day for Holly and
for each of us. I adjusted the rear view mirrors so I could watch my
daughter's face while we drove the parade route. All along the way were
friends and family members each celebrating with us and shouting congratulations
to Holly and taking pictures. "There's Holly. Hi, Holly!" Holly smiled and waved
back, radiant. Her beautiful brown eyes glistened with joy, just like her mother's.
In what seemed like moments we reached the east end of the street and the
parade was over. I wanted to go loop around cover the parade route again.
In front of us was a marching band and two convertibles one bearing the prince
and the other the princess of the festival.
The parade ended on the east end of the street and took a sharp turn to the south.
When we turned the corner the marching band had dissipated. The two
convertibles ahead of us disappeared. I didn't notice where they went. The
parade entries behind kept coming and for the first time all day it occurred to
me that I did not know where to go. I vaguely remembered that they had given
me a sheet of paper the night before with instructions but in the confusion and
celebration I had misplaced it. I had been living in the moment through the
whole parade, but now I had no idea where to go or what to do with the float or
where to deposit my cargo of young beauties. I couldn't stop, the whole parade
was behind me. The street ahead was barricaded. I couldn't turn to the east
because I would have to pull the parade with a load of beauty queens into traffic
on the main highway. It seemed that everyone watched me with amusement but
no one offered any help. I had been living in the moment through the whole
parade without a single thought about what I would do at the end.
Finally I asked the young ladies to get off the float while I pulled out onto the
main road to turn around. They waited in their formal dresses on the street
corner while I got the whole rig safely turned around. Eventually I was able to
return the float to the origin of the parade and the young ladies re-joined
their families.
I am glad that I have the ability to fully enjoy the moment without being
burdened by the past or worried about the future, but I chastised myself for
not planning ahead. The only thing injured was my ego, but it made me think.
Such is life for most people. It is a parade, perhaps pleasant enough, but it is
over much faster than we expect and many have made no concrete plans for the
end. Living in the moment is good but not making concrete plans for
eternity is tragic.
Live while you live and milk all the joy available from every day but take time to
do some quiet thinking about ultimate things. Where do you stand with God?
Where will you spend eternity. Where will you go when life comes to an end?
Carpe Diem. Seize the day, but remember to think eternity. Be sure you know
where you are going when the parade of life comes to an end.
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