happy day
A birthday gift from Kristen to Nana, she stands outside on the porch looking out between layers of scaffolding over the Bay, Shell Island, and the Sea beyond, enjoying 7H, her new home, as much as we are loving being home at last, home at last, thank God Almighty, we're home at last.
Saturday it is, come round again. Tomorrow one of our big biggie days of the year, Rally Day & Backpack Sunday at church, with a heavily laden table of Sunday Dinner, and the displays are up showing the dozens of ministries we are involved in. Mine is about Adult Sunday School, which I thoroughly enjoy, the 9:15 to 10:15 hour when, with whoever wants to come, we explore Whatever. Might be anything, something a class member brings on the spur of the moment, though most often about the Propers: the collect and lectionary Bible readings.
A theological mouthful, tomorrow's collect for Proper 15 Year C (Sunday closest to August 17) is this:
Almighty God, you have given your only Son to be for us a sacrifice for sin, and also an example of godly life: Give us grace to receive thankfully the fruits of his redeeming work, and to follow daily in the blessed steps of his most holy life; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen
well worth discussion in Sunday School but that we don't have SS on Rally Day. After partaking of the incomparable pork butt and baked beans, I just wander over to the Parish Library, newly reclaimed after HMichael, and muse in case anyone wants to come over and chat, and I'll have something in mind for the Time to be about.
Son Joe just called as he generally does on Saturday morning, this time packing his blue motorcycle for his buddy group of three or four motorcycle riders, leaving W-S to ride over into Tennessee to enjoy the terrain, meet with an older motorcycle buddy who lives over there, and spend a couple days riding around the area and enjoying local BBQ. For all that, traveling mercies, Lord.
Weigh in: down three pounds from yesterday, most likely due to the FuroForty and loss of water.
RSF&PTL
T
Saturday it is, come round again. Tomorrow one of our big biggie days of the year, Rally Day & Backpack Sunday at church, with a heavily laden table of Sunday Dinner, and the displays are up showing the dozens of ministries we are involved in. Mine is about Adult Sunday School, which I thoroughly enjoy, the 9:15 to 10:15 hour when, with whoever wants to come, we explore Whatever. Might be anything, something a class member brings on the spur of the moment, though most often about the Propers: the collect and lectionary Bible readings.
A theological mouthful, tomorrow's collect for Proper 15 Year C (Sunday closest to August 17) is this:
Almighty God, you have given your only Son to be for us a sacrifice for sin, and also an example of godly life: Give us grace to receive thankfully the fruits of his redeeming work, and to follow daily in the blessed steps of his most holy life; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen
well worth discussion in Sunday School but that we don't have SS on Rally Day. After partaking of the incomparable pork butt and baked beans, I just wander over to the Parish Library, newly reclaimed after HMichael, and muse in case anyone wants to come over and chat, and I'll have something in mind for the Time to be about.
Son Joe just called as he generally does on Saturday morning, this time packing his blue motorcycle for his buddy group of three or four motorcycle riders, leaving W-S to ride over into Tennessee to enjoy the terrain, meet with an older motorcycle buddy who lives over there, and spend a couple days riding around the area and enjoying local BBQ. For all that, traveling mercies, Lord.
Weigh in: down three pounds from yesterday, most likely due to the FuroForty and loss of water.
RSF&PTL
T