Honestly, I felt pretty ridiculous standing there, singing to my wood stove.
But it had to be done.
Apparently a bird had managed to squeeze in under the chimney cap. And so, in one of the first signs of spring, he had flown down and was stuck in the stove which, thankfully, was not being used. The bird would be calm for awhile, then start fluttering and pecking, trying to get out.
I heard about Team Hoyt through Max Lucado’s book, “3:16: The Numbers of Hope,” a study of John 3:16 that our small group has been using. In it, Lucado writes about the father-and-son racing team. Here is their story.
The idea of taking second-long videos daily and then editing them together isn’t new. This one is a little different, though. It shows a tragic year in a young girl’s life.
This has been a busy week for me, what with one thing and another. I was at home a lot, as I work from home; fortunately, I have my cats to keep me company. Also fortunately, neither of my cats is a Wolverine-in-training.
Speaking of cats, if you wanted to advertise to their owners, how would you do it? Direct mail is still an option–and not just for people, apparently. This agency isn’t just targeting cat owners; it’s targeting cats.
Two potential problems: How much innocent mail was shredded as cats tried to get to the ‘nip? And what about cats like my son’s? She’s a feline abstainer because she is, to quote my son, a “mean drunk.” Wouldn’t want to come home to a trashed house and an agitated kitty! On the other hand, my cats would love this.
And finally, for those more partial to dogs …
May your day be blessed. See you tomorrow!
You groped your way through that murk once, but no longer. You’re out in the open now. The bright light of Christ makes your way plain. So no more stumbling around. Get on with it! The good, the right, the true—these are the actions appropriate for daylight hours. Figure out what will please Christ, and then do it.
–Ephesians 5:8-10, The Message
During a conversation with one of my son’s friends, she gave her opinion that Christianity is nothing more than a list of dos and don’ts—especially don’ts. When she considered her relatives who were professing Christians, she saw no joy, but only judgment. (No, I didn’t comment on that bit of irony.)
Instead, I talked to her about my marriage. Roger and I had been married for about 20 years at that point—long enough that it seemed more than a passing fancy. But here’s the thing. I’ve never come home and said to him, “Honey, I met this great guy today. I love you … But do you mind if I go out on a date or two with him? You do? Oh. Well, would it be all right if we just hold hands, then? No? How unreasonable can you be!”
Apparently this week I’m the one who’s in need of a break! My apologies for the late posting.
I don’t know about you, but I could use a smile right about now. So how about this mouse? He’s narrating his exploratory mission, so we can watch along.
I don’t tend to think of museum tours as boring, necessarily, although a lot depends on the docent giving the tour. However, as someone who has gone on field trips with middle schoolers (younger than this group, of course), I understand that some people may not share my feelings. (Yes, it’s an ad; no, I’ve never tried and do not promote the product. But I do promote the humor!)
So, until tomorrow …
Frustration edged her voice. “I get that God loves me. But what am I supposed to do when work is giving me fits?”
The difficult thing about Christianity is that it isn’t accomplished with 10 simple steps. There’s no autopilot, no “easy” mode.
An understanding that God loves us is crucial; but also crucial is the question of what we do with that love.
What happens when you hear the words, “I love you”? It’s quite a statement to make to someone, isn’t it? The thing is, it’s a sentence that requires a response. Our whole culture knows this; everything from romantic comedies to dramas, from songs to commercials have hinged on one person’s response to another’s profession of love.
How much more does the love of God require a response?