Awwww!It's coming up on 2 p.m. Christmas Day. The family is coming over at 4:00 for supper, gifts for the grandkids and maybe a little basketball on TV. Josh & Aubri and their kids have been over at her family's place, so by the time they arrive here Megan and Caedon be on a sugar high and totally wired with Christmas adrenalin. Good times! Pam's wrapping presents, my chores are done, so I'll take time now for a brief post.
It doesn't feel like a Saturday or Christmas. The first because Pam's home and she almost always works on Saturdays. The second because the doors and windows are open to get the warm, fresh air moving through the house. Outside it's sunny and in the low 70's. I've got Christmas music playing on our stereo system through Pandora on my laptop in an effort to infuse at least a little Ho, Ho, Ho into the day.
We had our Christmas Eve service last night but I don't know how to evaluate it. I was feeling horrible; had been all day. I wasn't at all happy with my devotional but there's nothing I can do about it at this point. It was a case of there being no connection between what I had in my head and what came out my mouth. Preachers experience that sometimes. It seemed so effective when I put it together and sounded so empty during delivery. And the sound system setup we thought would be adequate wasn't.
We had 43 adults and 20 kids - all eight years old or younger. That's an indication of Pathway's demographic. Love it!
I called my mom yesterday to wish her a happy 88th birthday. Dad had been to his dr. earlier in the day and was told there's no need to come in weekly anymore. The congestive heart failure and fluid in his lungs is much better. But the dr. told him not to gain any more weight.
OK, you have to understand, my dad weighs 145 pounds. Granted, he's now only about 5'6" tall, but he looks like a waif. Mom said, about his weight, "But it's all around his middle, and that's not healthy." OK, the man is 88. So he pigs out on my mother's homemade cinnamon rolls, cookies and mystery pudding, so what? At some point in life anything which poses long term health problems is irrelevant. Take up smoking cigars if you want, Dad.
How 'bout some extreme sledding?
Swedish Air Force Sledding
Here is an article on The Grio discussing whether or not Jesus was Black. It goes through several pieces of evidence for/against and other options for his race. Amazing. Nowhere in the entire article is his Jewish ancestry even mentioned. I suppose that's because the biblical data is presumed to be unreliable and therefore irrelevant.
Tomorrow at Pathway we'll only have a worship service; no Foundations. We figured with last night's service and hectic holiday schedules we'd take one week off. I'll feel like a slacker. Josh and Aubri are leaving early in the morning for a week at Disneyland. The clinic closes for the week between Christmas and New Year's so it's a good time for them to get away.
Steve just called; he's on his way over. Michelle is back in MI with her family so he's on his own. He may as well come over so the two of us can get a good start on the rest of the day's b'ball games.
Merry Christmas!
It doesn't feel like a Saturday or Christmas. The first because Pam's home and she almost always works on Saturdays. The second because the doors and windows are open to get the warm, fresh air moving through the house. Outside it's sunny and in the low 70's. I've got Christmas music playing on our stereo system through Pandora on my laptop in an effort to infuse at least a little Ho, Ho, Ho into the day.
We had our Christmas Eve service last night but I don't know how to evaluate it. I was feeling horrible; had been all day. I wasn't at all happy with my devotional but there's nothing I can do about it at this point. It was a case of there being no connection between what I had in my head and what came out my mouth. Preachers experience that sometimes. It seemed so effective when I put it together and sounded so empty during delivery. And the sound system setup we thought would be adequate wasn't.
We had 43 adults and 20 kids - all eight years old or younger. That's an indication of Pathway's demographic. Love it!
I called my mom yesterday to wish her a happy 88th birthday. Dad had been to his dr. earlier in the day and was told there's no need to come in weekly anymore. The congestive heart failure and fluid in his lungs is much better. But the dr. told him not to gain any more weight.
OK, you have to understand, my dad weighs 145 pounds. Granted, he's now only about 5'6" tall, but he looks like a waif. Mom said, about his weight, "But it's all around his middle, and that's not healthy." OK, the man is 88. So he pigs out on my mother's homemade cinnamon rolls, cookies and mystery pudding, so what? At some point in life anything which poses long term health problems is irrelevant. Take up smoking cigars if you want, Dad.
How 'bout some extreme sledding?
Swedish Air Force Sledding
Here is an article on The Grio discussing whether or not Jesus was Black. It goes through several pieces of evidence for/against and other options for his race. Amazing. Nowhere in the entire article is his Jewish ancestry even mentioned. I suppose that's because the biblical data is presumed to be unreliable and therefore irrelevant.
Tomorrow at Pathway we'll only have a worship service; no Foundations. We figured with last night's service and hectic holiday schedules we'd take one week off. I'll feel like a slacker. Josh and Aubri are leaving early in the morning for a week at Disneyland. The clinic closes for the week between Christmas and New Year's so it's a good time for them to get away.
Steve just called; he's on his way over. Michelle is back in MI with her family so he's on his own. He may as well come over so the two of us can get a good start on the rest of the day's b'ball games.
Merry Christmas!
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