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For all the business of the last few days, this is the day for rest.

We were up somewhat early and headed out into the yard.  The leaves from previous days were still on the ground.  As the morning progressed, we were able to place them in bags, knowing the town would be picking up leaf gatherings the next few days.  Between our neighbour and ourselves around 30 bags are all bagged!!

The afternoon and evening were spent doing nothing.  Or at least, after the busyness of the last few days, this felt like nothing.  Smokies for lunch and lasagna for supper.  A quick watch (1 1/2 hours) of a Rob Bell video, a movie, and an episode of Corner Gas (for which I am truly sorry that the final season is upon us!).

And now, as I write this blog, I’m preparing to rest.  I’ve put off for tomorrow what is best left ’til tomorrow.  A day of rest is as good as a day off!

Well, the potluck topped off the day.

We began with an 11:00 start.  There were greetings, and singing and a talk on the basis for our church.  There was laughter, and brass instruments and an amazing piano solo.

Then the potluck.  More food that stretched over 5 -6 meters of table.  Everything from casseroles to beef. 

And the talking!!  We had pictures of 70 years of church ministry that people didn’t even get to see because they were chatting.

That’s a good sign.  And in the end, we were encouraged by heritage and excited about what God is going to continue to do.

No place I would rather be!

2:30 arrived this afternoon and the festivities began.  The afternoon session was around 86, the evening supper around 120 and more joined us for the evening meeting.  Fun, food and fellowship!

More details tomorrow.   Right now I’d better hit the sack!

I was listening to a radio interview today on CBC .  The interviewer was praising a couple for the stand they took on requiring a housing organization (Pentecostal based) to accept them even though they weren’t married.  Their age was probably beyond my own.  The interviewer took the tack that this action  on the part of the Pentecostals was unconscionable.

On the same day another case of spanking children was considered to be completely heathen (OK, not quite that term, but the idea was there). 

With both of these the sense was one of condemnation.  Of cultural suicide.

If we think we are a tolerant society, think again!