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Here in Kindersley we have a School of Wellness taking place over the next few months.  The weekly sessions on Wednesday nights give instruction on having good physical health - which includes what to eat, attitudes and spiritual direction (an interesting area which our ministerial will help out with in the School!) - will be in competition with a nearby town, Rosetown.  The final winners will be judged on loss of weight - which will be one sign of good health. At the same time, CBC radio is trying to bring forward the plague of obesity in our country.  From that I bring forward a short phrase that distinguishes what some people think are restaurants to avoid. The King, The Clown and the Colonel I can see them in my mind right away.  We quit the Colonel a few years ago - great taste but stomach problems always followed.  The Clown has not been on our radar for a while either.  And the King has no presence in Kindersley - so I don't even think of attending. Hopefully we will all consider our own health.

Listening to our denomination's video communication the following line just popped out at me.  This is a statement from those who have been around the world "doing missions".  They know land that is shaped differently than my back yard.  They relate to people in different languages than I hear daily.  They understand cultures so different than the blocks on which I live. So, they could be said to be missions hearted people.  All the way. There life has shifted.  They now live immersed in missions - in Canada.  Here is what they say: Missions is no longer geography, its people. No matter where we are, missions is now home!

They arrived on Sunday and are gone today.  A quick but enjoyable visit.  We played Skip Bo, made up a game with the kids called around the world, and ate well.  Thanks Alli, Scott, Christopher and Hannah!

A year ago Laura Kornelson gave me a book to read, Paul E. Miller's, A praying life.  I imagine she thought this would be a short term lend.  She was off to Calgary and would venture back every once in a while.  So I began chapter by chapter. Somewhere along the line other books and projects and events filled the year.  This last week I returned to the chapter where I had left off.  Two chapters have filled my mind over these past days.  Both of them have to do with one of the author's children - in reality they hit me particularly with one of my own children.  Most parents can pinpoint one child who is gifted and yet a handful. Our hopes for our children are enormous.  And too often we figure our hopes should be the reality.  If they were - then hope would no longer be hope. But we plow on figuring we can change things so that reality matches what we have in mind.  And God sits close by hoping for us to change and let him do the changing in our children.  So starts my Christmas morning!