An upside down situation. Two bullying situations in our local high school have dealt with kids I know. They have been related to youth that attend local church youth programs. You might be able to see some things coming, but you still hope for the best and cry over the worst.
For all the factors that relate to someone being a bully, there is still a choice that is made. And until the heart is changed, there will always be the fast run to ruin. My prayer is that we see the initiators turn to God. Pray with my for this!
If Thursday was a touch of winter, today had temperatures that are a touch of summer – about 20 degrees Celcius.
Along with summer has come wind. Howling, pushy, disruptive wind. Our self-pruning tree in the backyard is doing it’s thing. The branches are falling to the ground – I’ll have my work cut out over the next few days.
And so, the wide range of temperature has good and bad. Those in Bahamas wonder how we can live here! Some days, we wonder too!
Tonight three of us pastors and our wives were honoured by our friends, those who congregate with us. The setting was simple. As three couples we sat around a table, joked, told stories and then prayed together. Our hosts served us exquisite food and we were honoured.
I’m not sure I have words to describe the experience. In some ways it was another night out. In other ways I have had no other night out that was quite the same.
Thank you to all who contributed – those who were present to serve and those who served by praying for us, showering us with gifts and just thinking of us!
May God bless.
I’m always amazed how quickly we adapt. And how quickly we forget.
The last few days have been cold. Prior to that we were overwhelmed with warmth in a month that normally is chilly.
How can a few days of warmth cause us to immediately dislike cold – cold which a few months previously would have been considered comfortably warm?
So, today our noon hour was warming as we stepped from our lunch hour respite. And yet, things still felt cool.
To assert that warmth is on the way, I place my parka into “winter storage.”
A great symbolic gesture that may need to be rescinded. I was reminded of the July long weekend a decade or more ago. We had traveled through the States. There we were warned to “cover our tomatoes”. Of course, we were mobile in a car and had no tomatoes to cover. But we did stop at a motel where all sorts of reservations had been cancelled – maybe they were all covering their tomatoes at home.
I think there was only one other room rented out that evening. We headed to the pool – which was outdoors. Steam rose from the pool as we tried to remain warm underwater. We rushed from the pool to our room for warm hot chocolate. In the morning windshields needed to be scraped.
So, maybe March has been warm but we should be ready for cold – even into July!
Our local Drug and Alcohol Awareness Wellness Network is looking for a logo. I’ve encouraged a number of people to get something in.
So far I’ve gotten two people to submit an entry. They both look good.
Talking with the coordinator of the contest, these are the first entries.
Deadline is this Friday at 5:00. The logo needs to contain the acronym, KDAWN, and the long form of the name – Kindersley Drug and Alcohol Awareness Wellness Network.
Why am I mentioning this?
Well, if you have a great idea, leave a comment and I’ll get in touch with you and let you know what it would take to get another entry in.
I’m not much changed.
I’ve learned a lot today.
My sight has been tested.
All of the above statements are true.
As the day began we slipped over to our optometrist in Oyen, Alberta. There my eyes were tested for glaucoma, cataracts and other names I didn’t understand or know.
Finally, drops were placed in my eyes to dilate them. I could still read, but the real test was light. Even the smallest amount seemed to magnify. Finally, after the testing was done we headed home.
I was told to wear sunglasses, but thought I would be alright. I stepped out of the office door and realized the white building I was looking at probably had boards on the walls (or vinyl siding), but I could not distinguish them. My eyes hurt with the light. Hours later the eyes have returned to normal, and am I thankful that there is a normal.
If I needed further proof of an intelligent design, my eyes were opened to that today – quite literally. God really is amazing!
OK, not quite the park. But, the day was beautiful for the first day of spring. Especially when Saskatchewan still tends to be in the grip of winter this time of year.
Out for a walk was good therapy for my knee. Yesterday I decided I could play with our youth – or at least keep up with them. The game should have been slightly less that injurious but I tend to go for broke.
And onto the floor I fell. Almost broke my head, my knee and my little finger. But today stretching the muscles brings some relief.
We walked to a funeral – more rightly a “celebration of life.” Tim Crump was the same age as my brother – born in 1954. My brother died of cancer 5 years ago. Tim Crump died of cancer this past week. Both were friendly, smart and good with kids. Both gathered friends who were more than just conversationalists.
Tim and Gary both garnered work friendships. And work was more than moments of monetary opportunity. Each had some eccentric qualities – I love that Tim love bowties, and Winston Churchill and kids. He lived in life instead outside of life. Hitherto a legacy he passes on!
I’ve often appreciated leather – the smell, the tooling, the flexibility.
So, today I was in a basement workshop of a leather craftsman. His tools are fairly simple – even down to an antique seat where you can stitch leather.
As I listened to explanations and saw the artistic work, I was impressed. This is not an easy skill – I’m sure my expertise would not suffice. Beautiful tooling, supple leather and intricate sewing. All combine to make for the excellent examples I saw today.
Perhaps I need a new hobby. But, after seeing the patience required and the excellence that results – I’m not volunteering. Maybe I can take up chewing gum and walking at the same time!
Tim Crump, former editor at our local newspaper [The Kindersley Clarion] passed away today. I became friends with him over these past few months. He was witty, engaging and winsome. At 55, his cancer finally overtook him. Family members will gather today and mourn the loss.
As I stood with his lifeless body today, I groaned. Tim had made no overt commitment to God through Jesus Christ. He certainly had the background heritage and a number of concerned friends and family. Only God knows his own decisions in this regard. My groans were as much for his future as for the loss of a newfound friend.
May God comfort the family and friends in this time of loss.
I was culling my files and came across some of the following sage advice on writing good! (Attributed to Sally Bulford – maybe?)
- Avoid alliteration. Always
- Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
- Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are unnecessary.
- Contradictions aren’t necessary
- One should never generalize.
- Don’t be redundant; don’t use more words than necessary; it’s highly superfluous.
- Be more or less specific.
- Understatement is always best.
- Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.
- Who needs rhetorical questions?