Candlelight Dinner

gingerbread architecture

This is my sister Margo who made this lovely log cabin and also featuring my good friend Christina who teamed up with me to make what is supposed to be the Taj Mahal but has ended up looking like the poverty of India. Well anyway, if we can't go to India this Christmas then darnit India is coming to us.

A lot of nothing

OK, I'm going to try really hard to say something important. It's going to be tough because I'm used to filling lines with distracting intelligent sounding side issues that will bide me some time or if I'm really lucky a passing grade. I'm not at all saying that I have been trained to do this, school didn't train me that B.S.ing essay questions is the preferred alternative to spending too much time studying and not enough time doing other things. But it's sort of like gun laws or marijuana, legal, illegal, desperation finds a way. Really its only like that last part, desperation finds a way. So having been accustomed to saying a lot of nothing, you can already see tha I've become a disciple. Maybe what I really want is for you to meet me today before I tell you what it is I really want you to know. If I just said it with nothing else you wouldn't listen. Is this because you are accustomed to sifting through nothing like I am accustomed to writing nothing? That is beside the point and the point, I'm afriad, is the same every time with me and I'm beginning to suspect that the point is always the same with most people. Odd that I spend my life trying to say it differently each time. Profane it would be to strip it down and reduce it to a single liturgy written on stone. We would read it and we could turn the light off and go home but the problem is we can't go home. All we can do is go and search for Someone who has hid Himself like a treasure miles underground.

Christmas break is here!!! 

Alex is putting on a few Holiday pounds 

Happy Birthday to You!!!

Maranatha, of course for me to say happy birthday and have chocolate cake is really just a big excuse for me to celebrate God's most lavish favor in letting me take part in the life of Magical Maranatha, the shiniest bike in the lineup, the flute that sounds like a crystal fountain, sold out, standing room only, encore!!! I'm just glad there is a day that is devoted to you, a day to use metaphorical language and to ponder pyrate's treasure, to laugh heartily and play a tune on the most obscure musical instrument available. Maranatha Hay, you are pure magic!! I'd jump at the chance to tell you you're special any day, thankyou for being you, I appreciate it, I am very frumpy here without you but I know that I've already gotten more Maranatha than I deserve. 21 years ago God's love took on a new form, I've seen it and those who get to see are truly blessed by God. I love you!