Sunday Funday December 15
Prayers and Praises
Praises for getting my computer back in one piece—not losing any of my files (except for my video editing program…but still)
Praises for an amazing Joseph musical extravaganza! The video is coming soon-ish.
Praises that Christa, our dear intern, made it home to the USA safely—we will miss her!
Praises for leadership training—thank you Pastor Rameiro (from Mexico) and Pastor Wes (from the USA)
Prayers and Praises for some really great marriage counseling, growth, and just in general better loving and communication for Caid and I.
Praises for amazing teachers and great school year at the International school.
Interweb Reads:
On Family Albums and what I didn’t know: “At two and a bit, he understood neither distance nor time. What he understood was that we were there, but he was not. For the first time in his short life, he learnt how to say goodbye.” Danau Tanu author of Growing up in Transit (A Life Overseas)
Jesus came to proclaim good news to the poor, But now they are leaving the church: Some good statistics and understanding (Christianity Today)
Mary Did you weep? “She’s been a “good girl.” She’s done everything she was supposed to do and she hasn’t done anything she wasn’t supposed to do. Then it happens. She gets a divine message that, in spite of the fact that she has never had sex, she’s going to get pregnant, have a son who will be the Son of God and a great king. To top it off, Mary is supposed to be happy about this. That’s what we’ve been taught. That’s what the text suggests. Of all the women in the world, God chose Mary. She’s blessed and highly favored. She should be over-the-moon happy.” (Faithfully Magazine)
Seasonal Disorientation: “I’ve left that climate now, and although I’m not standing upside down, certain things do seem topsy-turvy in the Land Down Under. All around me, people are gearing up for Christmas: flashing lights, gaudy Christmas trees strangled in tinsel, and shop shelves bursting with toys and chocolate. But my senses can’t fully process what time of year it is. I’m getting out swimsuits and water toys as the kids are begging for relief from the heat, and last week we were grateful for the shade and cool breeze at our church BBQ. My garden is planted, despite the toddler’s determined efforts to uproot my seedlings, and our apricot tree is nearing harvest time. “ (Velvet Ashes)