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For quite some time I’ve had stomach problems.  The greatest problem is not so much pain but nausea.  I find that my mind becomes clouded and I lose perspective.  I think I’m gaining a sense of the unease of “morning sickness” that pregnant women talk about.

This morning I awoke with nausea.  I took some gravol and by mid-morning I was in fair shape.  An enjoyable lunch at one of our local senior residences was a welcome break in the day.  The afternoon saw a flu shot and N1H1 vaccine.  By later afternoon the nausea was once again present.  A short rest helped but now, later in the evening, there is a hint of queasiness. 

This is when good health is most truly appreciated – just when one’s health is less than sterling.  Well, I expect a good evenings sleep may help and I trust for a better day tomorrow!

Last night 28 people met together. 

This was first intended as a small group of around 10 people.  Then some heard about it — we were looking at 20 people.  Others wanted to know more and we showed a promo video in a church service.  The numbers continued to mushroom until now we have three small groups that first meet and then split!

The first session was Sunday night.  On the concept of truth and the vitality of a sensible, stable understanding of truth.  The next few weeks will cover all sorts of things related to worldviews.  The small group I’m leading caught the import of the video shown and spent good time in discussion and prayer – this small group is designed to see transformation, not just information! 

Want to know more of what we are looking at?  Check out www.thetruthproject.org! 

I check out Keith Drury’s writing every once in a while.  Keith is a prof at Indiana Wesleyan University.  He is known throughout the Free Methodist denomination – both as a writer and a controversialist! 

For those who work with Seniors, here is a good article on the sins of seniors.  Otherwise, just to see what he writes on check out www.drurywriting.com/keith.

Have fun!

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

Great phrase – must have been put out there by an OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) who loved to rearrange things, categorize them, and put things in an “order”. 

I guess I would be guilty of that!!  Four days at the estate house and I loved it!  Picking things up and moving them so they were symmetric.   Finding little pieces of tissues that had been tucked away and gently whisking them into a garbage can.  Making a clutter look like a spacious dwelling by just moving a few things to a new location.

Now that I’m over 50 I’m beginning to recognize that this is not just an old age thing for me.  25 years ago I took a library science degree, in part because libraries are about putting things in place so they are accessible. 

But perhaps the memory that sticks out comes from my grade eight year.  We were living in Toronto and headed down to the Royal Winter Fair.  My father and mother, both with farm roots, loved to see the animals and look at the new farm machinery.  I was caught up with the shiny “toys” and collected as many brochures as possible.

Now, what did I do when I got home?  I put them all into my own classification system (which I still maintain was better than Dewey Decimal or Library of Congress).  With tabs in place and brochures settled into their home, I would extract a brochure and think about what it would be like to be on a farm with the latest and greatest machinery.  Then I started sending for more of the brochures by using the addresses off the brochures. 

That all worked until the day my parents got a call from a salesman who wanted to talk to “Ron Baker” about some farm machinery. 

That was the end.  At that age, I just liked to put things in order and dream of what technology can do – I wasn’t going to buy a farm, run a dairy or seed a field.  So I stopped sending for brochures and a few months later the brochures found the garbage can.

But not the mentality that things should be put neat and tidy so that you can find what you need when you need it.  Avoid the frustration of the futile search.  Join the ranks of those who have “a place for everything and everything in it’s place.”

Now, where are my glasses – I probably should read this before I post it!!