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Often a visit to the hospital is in the midst of pain and real suffering.  These visits are as much about calm and prayer as they are about alleviating pain (which is more properly placed in the hands of the physicians).

Today, I had the opportunity to visit with two people.  Both are in varying physical stages of life — neither situation is comfortable but certainly not debilitating.

So the discussion was more an opportunity to explore thoughts.  The one discussion I left saying I would like to continue at another point when they arrive back home.  The other was more a wide ranging discussion on life issues.  I left encouraging journalling, Bible study and prayer.

These visits I enjoy.  There is a promise of further interaction, plus a sense that God can continue to transform lives.  And so, “May God work his will, doing that which is good and right for those involved!”

When I awoke this morning the temperature was around the freezing mark.  The skies poured forth ice crystals and some soft snowflakes.

Now, the evening is fast approaching.  The sky is not divesting itself of snow or ice.  The air has changed drastically — almost 20 degrees Centigrade!

And I thought things always warmed up as the day went by!

With a morning of words related to the place of the church, we completed a great weekend!  Encouraging is one word of description.  Probably the bets description.  We completed with a prayer for us as a church — that God would bless.

And so begins a new journey.   Not divorced from our previous journey – in fact, tied closely to the life of this church.  But at the same time, a renewed sense of hope and direction.  Into a life where our community is reached for Jesus, our lives are affected to be conformed to Jesus, and our love and care is an example of Jesus in action in this world.

Oh, and the soup and sandwiches were also good!

This morning was a men’s breakfast, prepared by men, served by men, eaten by men.

I was helping to set this whole thing up.  As I did, I came to realize that preparing ham, pancakes, fruit, eggs and muffins means the complete breakfast menu is now in my/our hands.

So, don’t tell our wives.  I still enjoy her cooking.  But I guess, every once in a while I could be found behind the stove.  Of course, she’ll wonder why the meal took twice as long to prepare, and why the counter is littered with dishes, and the floor is a bit sticky.  But at least the food will be on the table!