"Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing." - Redd Foxx

Notice anything amiss here?

Have you seen the video game commercial featuring Mr. T? You gotta admit he's looking pretty good for an old man. Hasn't changed much at all.

Can't make this stuff up:
One of the guys who wears the mascot costume for the New England Patriots was arrested as part of a prostitution sting. Apparently he was a regular the ladies nicknamed "The Minuteman" for reasons that would not be considered complimentary.

I gave in and turned on the heat. I have the thermostat set for 66 degrees which means it only runs a time or two in the early morning hours until the sun comes up. Getting out from under the electric blanket to a 62 degree house was just too tough.
Yesterday morning, as the heat came blasting out of the vents, I was reminded how much we liked the radiators at our last house. Hot water heat from 100-year old cast iron radiators is very even. Unless you're sitting near one you don't realize they're putting off heat. The blower of a furnace (or heat pump) hits you with hot air like standing in front of a hair dryer. You feel hot, too hot for the setting on the thermostat. As soon as the blower shuts off it suddenly feels cooler, and it's quieter. An hour later you're feeling cold again...until the noisy blower kicks on again. Repeat.
But the radiators just do their work, noiselessly, evenly, and without the drying effects of a furnace.
They got some stuff right back then. Not everything modern is better.

Lenore has come down with a nasty cold, so only Duane was at Pathway this morning. Then we went out for lunch together afterward.
I introduced Duane at the beginning of the service and explained to the good people of Pathway Bible Church who Duane and Lenore (Len) Olberg are to me. She was a children's church worker when I was a boy growing up at Berean Bible Church. Every Sunday, there was Mrs. Olberg guiding us in our worship time and our activity. Duane was my camp counselor. He was great, and we'd have done anything for him.
The Olbergs were then what the majority of Pathway is now - parents with preschoolers in a brand new church. Duane and Len had a commitment to something bigger than themselves and a long range view that saw what Berean could be five years out, ten years out, and most importantly a generation out.
I am who I am, and do what I do because of a group of people like Duane and Len Olberg had a ministry to a kid named Craig MacDonald. I am one of a sizable group of men and women who grew up at Berean and now serve in ministry positions thanks to people like the Olbergs. I told them this morning that Duane and Len are my heroes, my rock stars. I understand that attending Pathway can seem like a week-at-a-time activity that gets difficult because, at our size, we can't do some of the things we'd like to. And the work load can't be spread very wide. But we are building something much bigger and more significant than what happens on a particular Sunday. And all those preschoolers in the room will look back thirty years from now at their heroes.

A man walking down a city street saw three men digging in a trench. He asked the first man what he was doing.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm digging a trench."
A little further along he asked the second man the same question.
"I'm digging a foundation."
Still further he asked the third man what he was doing.
"I'm building a cathedral."

How we see our work has everything to do with how we do it.

Thank you, Father, for blessing me with the Olbergs and many more like them who served sacrificially, creating by your grace a church and the next generation of servants. Help me to be as faithful.