“May I have the pleasure?” Such formality is a remnant of our past; let’s dance took its place and we barely noticed. Good manners were as common as the box step; gentlemen felt it an honor to escort a partner to the dance floor and requested permission, sometimes even with a bow. The belle of the ball rose to her feet, took him by the hand and entrusted herself to his care.
Where do I find true pleasure? I waste time and energy looking for it in recreation, entertainment or material baubles. It is all around me, I alone delay the joy of the treasures. Relationships are the storehouses of pleasure and fulfillment. Pleasure is in the smile of the infant and elderly, firm handshake of a new acquaintance or embrace when reunited with a lifelong friend. We can know personally the greatest pleasure; it is the presence of our heavenly Papa.
“You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand (Psalm 16:11 NIV).” I agree with King David. He desired to be God’s right hand man. “Lord, I know there is room for me too. May I have the pleasure?”