A DARK AND MYSTERIOUS HALLOWEEN NIGHT
That's me riding high over the river on my broom! Actually, I spent a lot of time with a broom today, doing some clean-up at my business on Breton (Carlton Gardens), hoping to get it opened up again for the holiday season. We actually did have a mysterious Halloween night---no trick-or-treaters at our house on the Trail this year, so at 7:45, after the drizzle had ended, we took our (appropriately colored) orange kayaks out on the very dark star-lit, still water. What fun, especially after a long day of writing. And writing can be very draining. I told John list night as I climbed into bed that I felt more exhausted than I did two weeks ago after we returned from a 45-mile bike ride.
Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
COLOR TOUR
Today we took a 45 mile bike trip on the White Pine Trail. What an incredible bike trail that is---and only a couple of blocks from where we live. We went up beyond Sand Lake--newly paved all the way, except for the last couple of miles. It was a beautiful sunny day; the only "cloud" was a desk piled high with unfinished work. Due before the end of the year: a speaking engagement; a research trip to San Francisco; a bi-monthly column, 2 major articles, and a book. I get dizzy when I think about it.
Today we took a 45 mile bike trip on the White Pine Trail. What an incredible bike trail that is---and only a couple of blocks from where we live. We went up beyond Sand Lake--newly paved all the way, except for the last couple of miles. It was a beautiful sunny day; the only "cloud" was a desk piled high with unfinished work. Due before the end of the year: a speaking engagement; a research trip to San Francisco; a bi-monthly column, 2 major articles, and a book. I get dizzy when I think about it.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
ORDINATION FOR JENNIFER
Last Sunday offered me the wonderful privilege of preaching for the ordination service of Jennifer Dockum, a former student of mine at Trinity Evangelical Divinity school. She has been involved in ministry for several years, but had waited until now for her ordination. She's now officially a Southern Baptist minister. The service was at her home church, Concord Baptist some twenty miles north of Richmond, Virginia. It was witnessed by her husband and four children, her parents and brother, her mother-in-law, and many friends and fellow ministers. Jennifer's husband J.R. is also ordained, though at the present time his full-time job is that of a school teacher. Here we are together, friends on the journey of life.
Last Sunday offered me the wonderful privilege of preaching for the ordination service of Jennifer Dockum, a former student of mine at Trinity Evangelical Divinity school. She has been involved in ministry for several years, but had waited until now for her ordination. She's now officially a Southern Baptist minister. The service was at her home church, Concord Baptist some twenty miles north of Richmond, Virginia. It was witnessed by her husband and four children, her parents and brother, her mother-in-law, and many friends and fellow ministers. Jennifer's husband J.R. is also ordained, though at the present time his full-time job is that of a school teacher. Here we are together, friends on the journey of life.
Monday, October 01, 2007
GOING HOME
This past week we made our annual fall pilgrimage to northern Wisconsin where I grew up so many years ago. I was scheduled to speak at the Minnesota Ministry Expo in Minneapolis, so the visit home worked out well.
The farm is overgrown and the house burned down several years ago, but there's a rustic beauty that always warms my heart. My brother who lives in the Twin Cities owns the farm, and he and his wife met us there on Sunday morning, where we had a wonderful cookout brunch along the banks of the Yellow River that runs through the farm.
This past week we made our annual fall pilgrimage to northern Wisconsin where I grew up so many years ago. I was scheduled to speak at the Minnesota Ministry Expo in Minneapolis, so the visit home worked out well.
The farm is overgrown and the house burned down several years ago, but there's a rustic beauty that always warms my heart. My brother who lives in the Twin Cities owns the farm, and he and his wife met us there on Sunday morning, where we had a wonderful cookout brunch along the banks of the Yellow River that runs through the farm.
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