12.26.04
Posted in Weather at 5:35 pm by Think-Tink
We had 8 inches of snow today. As I was out walking after it had stopped, I saw a parent in a Jeep pulling 2 kids behind it on sleds tied to the vehicle.
Gym Mom and I went shopping during the snow and found it wonderful as it kept alot of people home. There werent alot of lines and we could find most everyting we wanted. It was great. It was also nice to have money to spend and not worry about if i needed it to pay a bill. Didn’t find the sneakers I was looking for, but did find the jeans.
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12.25.04
Posted in Here at 9:21 am by Think-Tink
Why is it when I can sleep in my body doesn’t let me? This is my first morning to sleep in in ages. When was I awake? 6:30.
I guess by the end of the week I should be able to sleep in as I wont have to set an alarm all week!
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12.21.04
Posted in Here at 9:06 pm by Think-Tink
I know I just too a week off at Thanksgiving but.. I sure can use another one. It seems like I have been going non-stop for a month.
I am entertaiing myself tonight by filling out the questionnaire on eharmony.com. My goodness, this thing is worse than a job application. I am surprised it didn’t ask for blood type too. Anyone got a site to recommend?
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12.18.04
Posted in There at 7:30 am by Think-Tink
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early
October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal
to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.
They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc. and on Dec, 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On
Dec, 19th a terrible tempest – a driving rainstorm – hit the area and lasted for two days.
On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about h ead high. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in.
One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.
By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it.
The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.
She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry.
The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.
Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was white like a sheet. “Pastor,” she asked, “where did you get
that tablecloth?” The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there.
They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria.
The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war
she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. She was captured, sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again.
The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her
home that was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.
What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn’t leaving. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike?
He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He n ever saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between.
The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman’s apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
True Story – submitted by Pastor Rob Reid, who says God does work in mysterious ways.
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Posted in Here at 7:25 am by Think-Tink
I thought I was going to just walk away from this blog thing. I found, in some ways, I missed it. So, there will be entries on here, I am just not sure of what or how often.
In some ways, alot has been going on and in others nothing at all. Work is still work. Home is still with PoloRandy and SilverBlue. (Send healing thoughts PoloRandy’s way, he has has pneumonia, pleurisy and now has strep throat)
I am all done with my Christmas shopping! I just need to make some stuff now. I shouldn’t have a problem getting it all done.
Just 2.5 more days of work until Winter Break. We get a week and a half off this year. I really need it.
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