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After a morning and mid-afternoon of church work, I came home to a yard full of leaves.  The beauty of the season, suspended from trees, becomes the scourge of the homeowner bowed over in collection.

I’ve figured the way to best vacuum up the spent foliage is to use a lawnmower.  And so the process began.  I quickly found that a few passes filled up a leaf bag.  By the time the lawn was done I had around 5 or 6 bags full.  Then the back alley easement needed cleaned.  Again, another half dozen or so bags.  And the afternoon was spent.

At which point we headed off to a free BBQ put on by our town.  After a disastrous rink fire in the winter, an adjoining rink was repaired and we celebrated that fact today.

I had a weiner – one of those hot dog moments for me.  My wife attempts to keep me from these offensive refreshments.  With only one under my belt, I shouldn’t be seeing myself hanging over my belt.

And then home for an evening of rest and relaxation.

To leave or not to leave, that is the question!  The answer today was “to leave”.

We are sitting at an Annette Campagne concert.  With around 60 others from our town of Kindersley.

Annette sings our style of music.  Great jazz bass player with her.  Her own voice is strong and her personality enjoyable.

The song “Woodstock” is sung.  In a folksy style, but well done.  Jill and I quietly sing along.  Feels like the old days!!

Then refreshments happen.  One of our friends, 10 years our senior, wonders what that “stardust” song was – she hadn’t heard it before.  Another friend, 20 years our junior, also relates that he has never heard the song.

Here we are, stuck in the middle (sounds like a great chorus for a song!).

Today I sat down with our new staff sergeant at our local Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) detachment.  Our discussions ranged from drug and alcohol use and abuse in town to the local church.

In this case, the head of our local police was also once a pastor.  He also attended an Alliance church previously.  There is a possibility that he will attend our church.

As I look over the town, I have had a number of opportunities to sit with our social services people over the last while (believe it or not, police do factor into that whole segment of the professional population).  I am enjoying encouraging them in their work and pointing them to God.  Perhaps, for such a time as this, I have been called. 

Always nice to feel called and to enjoy the call at the same time!

This morning my wife is serving as secretary at the church while our regular secretary is on holidays.

The task for the morning was to type in some words to a song – Amazing Grace (My Chains are Gone) by Chris Tomlin. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. And us older age people are inspired as she wrote:

Amazing Grace, my chins are gone!!