So here's some of the things we saw this weekend...
The fountains of Bellagio, alongside a visitor from Israel named Asher. When he asked what our son's name was, we were excited to tell him "Josiah". Asher paused, and asked if it was two words or one. He then asked if it was a religious name. We reminded him of the story in the Old Testament, and he remembered the name, but insisted that Josiah was not a king, but a foreteller, or prophet. It saddened us that someone with so rich a religious heritage, someone whose ethnic heritage is so strong that he would risk terrorist attacks to live in the land of his forefathers, would not be more knowledgable about why his heritage is such a treasure. We pray that he would re-read the story of Josiah, and that he would be similarly inspired to rediscover the law of our God.
On the way home from the strip we saw a circle of about six or seven people dressed in black gowns with faces painted white, standing around a collection of candles. Are they called a coven?
Driving home from Arizona, I could see the blue Colorado river as it cuts a path through brown, dry, hot mountains, while the snow-capped Mt. Charleston graced the distant horizon. It is always odd to be able to see snow when it is 85 degrees outside.
Played with Josiah in the pool. Shared Sonic burgers with my grandma and her friend. Caught up with some friends at church. Read part of a Henri Nouwen book while balled up in a broken-in Barnes and Noble chair.
The only bad thing was having 3 out of 4 hubcap covers stolen off the car. I just hope they don't get the last one!
We printed the application for ACU summer missions seminar. I will fill it our tomorrow during my lunch hour.
The weekend was enjoyable, peaceful, warm. We live in a unique place; we were reminded this weekend of how much fun we have here. As God takes us on this journey, we will miss this place. But we can not miss the journey.
Please pray...
The fountains of Bellagio, alongside a visitor from Israel named Asher. When he asked what our son's name was, we were excited to tell him "Josiah". Asher paused, and asked if it was two words or one. He then asked if it was a religious name. We reminded him of the story in the Old Testament, and he remembered the name, but insisted that Josiah was not a king, but a foreteller, or prophet. It saddened us that someone with so rich a religious heritage, someone whose ethnic heritage is so strong that he would risk terrorist attacks to live in the land of his forefathers, would not be more knowledgable about why his heritage is such a treasure. We pray that he would re-read the story of Josiah, and that he would be similarly inspired to rediscover the law of our God.
On the way home from the strip we saw a circle of about six or seven people dressed in black gowns with faces painted white, standing around a collection of candles. Are they called a coven?
Driving home from Arizona, I could see the blue Colorado river as it cuts a path through brown, dry, hot mountains, while the snow-capped Mt. Charleston graced the distant horizon. It is always odd to be able to see snow when it is 85 degrees outside.
Played with Josiah in the pool. Shared Sonic burgers with my grandma and her friend. Caught up with some friends at church. Read part of a Henri Nouwen book while balled up in a broken-in Barnes and Noble chair.
The only bad thing was having 3 out of 4 hubcap covers stolen off the car. I just hope they don't get the last one!
We printed the application for ACU summer missions seminar. I will fill it our tomorrow during my lunch hour.
The weekend was enjoyable, peaceful, warm. We live in a unique place; we were reminded this weekend of how much fun we have here. As God takes us on this journey, we will miss this place. But we can not miss the journey.
Please pray...
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