I can look out my window and see green grass, brown dirt and beautiful sky.
Meanwhile the farmers want the rain to stop so they can harvest. Oil workers trucks are coated with mud. Mosquitos continue to appear.
Some would say that is an interruption of beauty.
Depends on your perspective. Farmers are still farming, oil workers have a job and the mosquitos are doing their job.
All on this beautiful earth.
Today we begin, in earnest – or is that surely, or perhaps . . . (just being gender inclusive!)
Our town gave us permission to build decks onto our house. In a desire to do this right, we asked my brother to give us a hand – or more rightly, two hands, strong shoulders, able feet, etc. . . .
The lumber arrived yesterday. We built flooring for under the front deck with pallets – not of the artistic painter type or the culinary taste type – but actually from the wood type: pine, oak, cedar . . .
And enough of the . . . Onward to the rest of the day. Let’s see what it holds . . .
Well, we moved across the street.
We are living in a newly renovated 1939 “farm house”. The trim is not all done, there are decks to put on, but overall, the structure is sound and up-to-date.
I woke up on Saturday morning, staring at a ceiling with crown moulding. Except I thought I was hovering in the room looking down at baseboards on a white floor.
That’s perspective for you. Sometimes upside down is the right side up.
Meanwhile, some left over projects are awaiting my attention. Sermons, books, lectures and much more.
Off I go, into the upside down world around me . . .
You know you are known when you can rhyme off connections with those in front of you.
I was leading a hymn sing at our local senior’s home yesterday, and mentioned that my mother had turned 87 a few weeks ago.
There in front of me was a friend of hers from the early 1950’s, who had worked with her at the hospital. To one side was another friend whose son was there with her.
As I continued throughout the room, there was a lady whom I had met over 40 years ago, whose husband’s and son’s funerals I had officiated. My pianist has been someone I have know for over 40 years.
Each time I mentioned a name, the activities director shook her head. Somehow I had just taken these things for granted – she hadn’t known!
You know you are known . . .
I’m in the midst of rebuilding some cabinets for the library in our house.
Saying library doesn’t really explain the area!
Our library is the size of a small bedroom, to be used as a study, reading area and work surface. The cabinets are salvaged from ReStore.
Unfortunately in the move, the inevitable happened when working with article board. The staples failed, the corners fell apart and the generally the whole thing needed rebuilt.
Taking apart the structure was no problem. Then came the measuring to be sure the foundation of the project would remain the same. I exchanged our as much of the particle board trusses for wood as was feasible. I added some more backing and front image pieces. In the end – the product will not be bad!
And now for the bad news. No pictures today – a final day is approaching when all will be revealed!
I like to try new things. That doesn’t mean that change is easy!
So, off to a dirt drag and power pulling day at the races. I invited my daughter and her family.
Read about the day in my article for our local social media – Kindersley Social.
I was an early adopter of the internet – back when it wasn’t even called the internet. Staying abreast of all that is happening . . . that’s another question. I am not a Luddite (check that out on Google). I am also not a naive fan.
As with any new technology, there is the good and the bad.
Most often we want to hear the bad first.
Like, being charged three times on a credit card for what should have been one transaction. For all the fixes that you can get from customer service and other service providers, the hacker is more than likely still loose.
Or, the blog posting software is being hacked across a number of platforms – yours is potentially one. So, a fix for the many interrupts the programming you had in place. Now you have to reprogram – after a bit of frustration trying to figure out the problem.
Or, the foreign gift offerings of millions of dollars if you will only give them access to your bank account.
Or, searching for an item on-line, and finding when you turn to your facebook account, an advertizement appears which would fulfil your previous search.
The good news?
While I struggle to discern when fake news arises, I now use Google to solve many immediate problems, or YouTube to give me directions. I can quickly contact someone. I can even send pictures of a recent event to interested parties.
What God has created, we get to manage and have dominion over.
My sister was in town – with her husband.
Saturday night we joined with the “crazy aunties”, another sister and a cousin for an uproarious time. The talking filled all the space in the room for all the time we had together.
Then Sunday we had three sets of pastors, their spouses and some of their families for dinner. We talked about knowing yourself, church and God. As though they were not work related but rather life related!
And that was the weekend that was.
I’d do it over again in a heartbeat.
And yes, that type of weekend does make my heart beat!
I’m working on two sermons right now.
Being retired, I get to do many things which I love – or am coming to love!
Such diverse things as renovations, cooking meals, washing clothes, organizing things (OK, that’s been just plain fun since I was in grade school), and write. My sermons are just my way of writing what I’m thinking – except organized!
The first sermon stretches me – the topic is “What should I boast about?”. From Jeremiah 9:23-24.
Boast in knowing God and obeying God – not power, riches or wisdom. The last one is the hard one – I’ve always liked the thought, now that my hair is gone up top, that I still have something else up there that is worth it (whatever “it” is)!
The other comes from the narrative of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego found in the Old Testament Book of Daniel. When I read a story, I get all sorts of ideas.
Off the top, there are such topics as: Names they kept, food they ate, loyalty they demonstrated, friends they chose, God who rescues, place for everyone. Not a bad set of thoughts when you consider they were the oppressed/conquered ones.
Any other thoughts – feel free to comment!
Well, today, a friend and I started working on putting together a podcast.
Actually, it’s just us two talking about being pastors. And about being in a small town. And about being human beings!
Lots of fun. We’ll keep you posted.