No post last night because I didn’t get home until 11:30 p.m. We had the latest installment of the Pathway Men’s Poker Night, and the winner wasn’t determined until a little before 11:00. The contest doesn’t involve any money, just a really monstrous trophy that goes home with the winner after each contest. He’s responsible for its protection and must bring it to the next event with some decorative accouterment added to enhance its glory. Twelve men vied for the privilege of claiming the prize while twelve wives prayed it wouldn’t come home with their husband.
We had a lot of fun, and deepest sympathies are extended to Shirley H.
Steve Nash is out with a groin injury. S’pose that came from the soon-to-be-divorced Mrs. Nash?
Their giving us a 50% chance of rain tonight and tomorrow with an overnight low of about 48 degrees. That’s big news ‘round these parts. “The first winter storm.” Batten down the hatches, boys, things could get ornery.”
Ivanhoe is a good story! I recommend it. Read just a bit on Wikipedia about the Normans (boo!) and the Saxons (yay!) to get an understanding of the underlying conflict in the story. Then enjoy a story like they just don’t write anymore.
One of the subplots involves the anti-Semitism that characterized Europe in the Middle Ages. It makes me sad and angry. But Ivanhoe is a classic hero who exhibits character traits absent in most contemporary literature.
I swung the pick-ax and shoveled the ground up into the wheelbarrow for several hours this morning. My pit is a little over half done. Anybody need about two square yards of worthless ground? It’s piling up out in the back “yard” and I have no idea what I’m going to do with it all.
I’m concerned about tomorrow’s message.
In homiletics class we’d cover the various genre of sermons, including the narrative sermon. Tomorrow’s text, the passage that contains the letter to the church at Sardis, does not yield to the classic propositional sermon format, so I’ll be using the narrative format. I’m a very linear thinker and this doesn’t come naturally to me. But the subject matter - true saving faith and eternal security - are critical truths that deserve effective delivery.
Today is National Adoption Day. Very cool!! We have adopted kids at Pathway and we’re all in love with them. I especially enjoy Evan. He has autism, but thanks to his parents’ patient work with him he is very high functioning. He also says whatever is on his mind. No filter. A couple of weeks ago he looked up at me and said, “You have a BIG nose!” How can you not love a kid like that?
I’ve read that our eyes are the same size from birth to death. They don’t grow. Our nose and ears, by contrast, get bigger as we age.
I’m in real trouble.
I’ve also heard recently that we lose 8% of our muscle mass every ten years beginning at age 40. Which means ten years from now I’ll look like a pencil with a Mr. Potato Head nose and ears stuck on the top.
I can hardly wait.
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