Saturday October 21, 2006

 

 

Archery Equipment is Packed in Our Van

as well as luggage for three.

 

 

The Men Are Ready

 

 Our son Jeff, son-in-law Ivan, and Cerwin left the house about 3 AM, and were at their destination in southern Illinois by 4 PM.  They plan to be there until next Saturday morning.

 

Granddaughters Jana and Jenna (daughters of our two sons) were here overnight to celebrate their half-birthdays. 

I stayed up after the men left and prepared a mailing for the post office.  The girls wanted something to do, so I brought 1,000 envelopes and labels to our kitchen.   

 

 

These envelopes need a new return address.  They finished about 800.

 

They wanted a posed photo before we left the house at 9:15 AM – to deliver the mail and have breakfast at a local restaurant. 

Their birthdays are one day apart in spring, so they always choose to celebrate their birthdays and half-birthdays together.

 

After breakfast and a bit of shopping, we surprised their Great Grandma with a short visit.

 

After that we shopped at several other stores, then went bowling.

 

This was probably the girls favorite part of the day.

 

 We went with the plan to play one game, but they eventually talked me into a second one.

From there we went home and prepared to change gears.

Tonight was our church’s Love Feast and Communion Service. 

The girls and I arrived early, and as I watched our deacons and others preparing the sanctuary for the service, I wished I had brought my camera, then noticed a friend with his.  He said I could have a copy of his pictures.

I have participated in a lot of communion services in a variety of settings – mostly due to our travels with TFC – and am always challenged by them, but attending our own church’s service is so meaningful to me. 

An entire Saturday evening is set aside – twice a year – to remind us of Christ’s sacrificial life and death, and our responsibility in life to be His amassadors and servants. 

There is a feet-washing service, simple meal, awesome singing, and The Communion.  A highlight for me tonight was having our seven-year-old granddaughter, Jana, wash my feet, give me a hug, and say, “I love you.”