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Sunday, November 23, 2008
Sunday snippets...
Wonder if there's a single week when more cooking is done in this country than Thanksgiving week? I spent the day yesterday cleaning my oven and my pantry, and tomorrow morning I will clean out the refrigerators in preparation for the big grocery shop in the afternoon. And then for 72 hours, with short breaks for sleeping, I will be cooking non-stop until our Thursday afternoon meal. Every year on the day after Thanksgiving I think, "I hope it's ten years before I ever have to do that again!" And then eleven months later I can hardly wait to start over. This year is no exception...I'm chomping at the bit!
We've had a sweet reunion today, one that will continue this week, with our friends Lolo and Dina and their four precious kids. God is so good to allow us to cross paths again and enjoy each other's company, catching up on more than a decade of changes in our lives.
It's gotten to be a real riot around here on Sunday nights. Seems as if most college papers must be due on Monday. Enough said.
It's a sad day when a young man can't share his faith on his college campus. But Ryan Dozier can't, at least not on M-W-F. And not without permission.
Can The Papa come home yet? Please?
Okay, I've given in. Usually I say no Christmas music until after Thanksgiving. THAT'S been real effective. (Really effective for you fellow grammar buffs.)
Grandma Barbara's annual homemade Christmas candies have arrived. Hoo boy, we are all OD'ing on chocolate, groaning and reaching for the next kind....
My latest book: Cry the Beloved Country. Halfway through, I describe it as...poignant. Apartheid literature is not easy to read.
Lyrics from this morning's service, my favorite verse from one of my favorite hymns...
Mid toil and tribulation, and tumult of her war,
she waits the consummation of peace forevermore;
till, with the vision glorious, her longing eyes are blest,
and the great church victorious shall be the church at rest.
she waits the consummation of peace forevermore;
till, with the vision glorious, her longing eyes are blest,
and the great church victorious shall be the church at rest.
~~"The Church's One Foundation," lyrics by Samuel J. Stone, 1839-1900
Tonight as I write this, I pray for all who read...that you will experience a week of gratitude for the blessings of our mighty and loving God and a new awareness of His tender care for His children. Happy Thanksgiving week!
Labels: Books, Friendship, Holidays, Music, The Papa, Theater of the Absurd
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