I've just finished a crazy golf game with the whole family at Lyme Regis in Dorset. Lyme holds a special place in my heart as it was the venue for many holidays in my childhood, from 5 to 15 we would alternate between staying in one of the hotels and hiring a flat or a cottage. The journey south back then conistsed of a litany of towns that we would tick off as we drove through - always early in the morning as my father insisted that we start before dawn and arrive at 8am having missed most of the traffic.
Familiar things, places revisited, can often be helpful for us. By them, we can see in what ways we have remained the same and in what ways we have changed. Lyme has for us, as a family, some interesting markers on our christian journey. Well before we started going to church , my mother had a deep spiritual experience waking one morning in a flat above the Cobb. It was in Lyne that I first read any of the bible - the gospel of Matthew - and was struck how the story of Jesus' crucifixion and resurrection was so similar to the end of the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe that I knew very well. It was at Lyme too that we had our last family holiday with my father who had been given three months to live with lung cancer - both sad and joyful, as my eldest two siblings were not often in the UK, let alone at home.
Do enjoy your holidays, but do look out too for the liminal, the spiritual - let God, however you understand him, surprise you with the gift of grace and draw you onward in your own journey. Holidays are a time of refreshment and (perhaps active) rest, but do remember that they can be holy-days too.
Yours as ever