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Yesterday our youth group played a game.  Nine questions were asked, then the answer sheets were mixed up and we had to guess who answered what.  Things like, “If you were from Ethiopia, what would your name be?”

Lots of fun until they came to the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”  They turned towards me and laughed.  I think they figure when you are older you are all grown up.  So you don’t have any thing to write.

Little do they know.  Right away one thing came to mind, and a few others flitted across my memory.  Perhaps the question should have read, “What do you want to be when you retire?”  or some aberration of that thought.

You never grow up.  Just overload your memory banks and expose yourself to different life experiences. 

And personally I hope I never grow up!

Noon lunch today completed a 24 whirlwind of activity. 

Our regional Alliance church pastors gathered together (seven altogether).  In that time we walked together, talked together, ate ice cream together, and even slept together (separate beds but same house!). 

There are some divine appointments that happen.  The co-leaders had left open a very simple agenda.  Care and share with each other, laugh and play, and look at ministry.  Well, the crokinole tournament highlighted Keith and Rob completely cleaning up on the rest of us.  The ice cream was from “Cold Stone” at Tim Horton’s – first time for me.  We prayed for each other.

A few days ago I heard that a special speaker was coming in to address one of the other churches in town.  Robert Henderson is from Colorado Springs and is part of the “Apostolic Movement.”  Some of us had heard of the movement but weren’t sure what was meant.  I phoned over to the church and they graciously opened up an hour in his schedule to come address us.

As we completed out time together we prayed for him and he prayed for us.  We saw his heart to have this world changed for the good of God.  We may wonder about what the structures that will look like in this new venture, but the heart is for Christ.  And in that we rejoiced.

And after lunch we parted.  My wife to rest, myself to separate tasks and the others on the road home.

A good time had by all!

I guess I sometimes get so busy I forget.

This weekend I’m on my own.  Jill is off to a retreat at Lumsden, Saskatchewan.  Four hours away – just far enough that she’s not rushing home.  Close enough that you don’t feel like you have to phone constantly to see what is happening.

And so, as I sat working at the office this morning, a friend phoned.  Wayne wanted to see if I had plans for supper.  Well, I know there are plenty of leftovers in the fridge, so my planning is quite sparse – examine the containers, pick a few, place the contents on a plate and use the microwave.  I start the planning process about 10 minutes before I want to eat.

Having a full five hours of warning is almost too much!!  But not so much that I couldn’t say “yes” to supper out.  So, off to the Coliseum at 5:00 – good food, good conversation, good time!!

I’m listening to an evangelist on DVD.  Sermons that inspire!

John Bevere is not necessarily my style of speaker.  And sometimes his big swathes of ideas are crowned by illustrations that push towards the unbelievable.  But, I think my downfall in life may be belittling instead of accepting the improbable.

Perhaps that is where repentance comes in some days.  Someone figured repentance (see a previous post) is being able to take a hold of a new possibility because the one holding forth the possibility is credible.  To take a hold of that possibility is to leave behind that which shackles us to the lesser things of life.

And so, I want to be open to new things!  Not to presume on God to do what I want but to look for what God wants.  I guess that’s why I pray for wisdom.  To know and to hold onto that which God wants for me.