Apple time

Applesauce bubbling on the stove.

Applesauce bubbling on the stove.

Paulina is home for the weekend and I really need to get her to help me with some of the apples. I have been trying diligently to finish my Sunday morning message early enough to have all of Saturday free to work on baking and canning. We have a wedding to attend in the evening so there won’t be a full day of kitchen work, but there will be enough. I was hoping to have the laundry finished today (Friday) but it rained, well not really rain, it poured, so that was out. I always wait with the laundry until I can hang it out. Perhaps the best thing tonight would be to check what we will wear to the wedding and make sure that is in order.

In the jars. These were not filled properly, thus they must remain in the fridge even though they are sealed.

In the jars. These were not filled properly, thus they must remain in the fridge even though they are sealed.

Anyway, the reason for the post is that last week, James and I took in a few apples to save them from being eaten by the squirrels and birds or knocked to the ground by the wind. James sorted one of the 2 pails we picked and pulled out all of the damaged apples. I peeled them and we cooked them down into a very thick apple sauce. I didn’t have any juice which I normally add to give it a little kick of flavor, but it seemed good. We have it in the fridge waiting to head for Dickinson and award to an outstanding little cross country runner that we know pretty well.

I also took a few of the nicer looking apples to my sister Adie because she likes the tartness of these apples for eating. They are pretty good, and so crisp. I think that bite is what I like best about apples. Now that Paulina is home, I am thinking that a batch of apple pie filling would be a good way to spend tomorrow morning. I looked at the recipe and for that we will need to round up a box of corn starch. Oh well, maybe just a little more apple sauce from the damaged ones for tonight. In the meantime, the pictures are from what we put together last week. Happy fall canning to all of you!!!

First Day of Fall, produce

Basket of apples

Basket of apples

The produce from the garden is beginning to get quite sparse, but the apples are more than plentiful. I took my favorite basket out and picked about 1/3 of the apples on the tree that the minister who was living in the parsonage next door when we moved here planted on the wrong side of the boundary line. Say that all in one breath. Some of them are really big, as in the size of what you might buy at a grocery store. They are a bit tart, but nice and crunchy so actually pretty good eating apples for this area. Now I wish we had been smart enough to plant a few more apple trees instead of putting in the willow tree and the Russian olives, yet I really enjoy both of those species.



The plums this year showed promise that the future means larger plums rather than the little tiny things you normally get with the wild plum trees, but sadly the wind knocked off all but a handful of the fruit when they were ripe. The initial crop was spoiled by a bug that hits when there is an abundance of spring fog. I had no idea that there could be a second blooming and more fruit set after that bug infestation, but it happened. In the future I will know to keep a better watch on those trees. They are in the front yard and often ignored by me after the backyard garden gets going. Not again!

Garden produce first day of fall

Garden produce first day of fall

As for the rest of today, it is cool, actually fairly cold, cloudy to the point of gloomy and the air feels wet. Maybe it should just rain and get it over with. Boy that sounds like some good grammar. I did spend a little time checking on what is still left in the garden, not much. We pulled, well James pulled out all of the cherry and roma tomato plants. I had started pulling the beans, but gave up. The zinnias are drying up and the beets need picking, but with all of the zucchini on the counter and the apples in the pails, I just can’t seem to get to doing much of anything. I am trying to figure out what is causing this –mood.



I hate the word mood and really I can describe how I am feeling only as out of sorts. I have been knitting alternately on a cap with ear flaps and dish cloths, but not really getting anything finished. I tried to sew the skirts from the material that I purchased earlier this summer, but my machine will not stitch that stretchy stuff. Grrrr! I am worried about Sophia and her hyper-thyroidism, but am not sure if I want to take her back to the vet because it is one bit of bad news after another, and I refuse to take the “put her down” option at this time.

And when I take to thinking of something worth doing, my mind keeps taking me back to that weekend in November two years ago when we took that trip to Minneapolis to see the Garth Brooks concert. It wasn’t even the concert that I keep remembering, it was the trip and the supper in that little restaurant on the way to the Target Center, and walking home after in the dark in the middle of that city, just our group, and it was great. With all the rotten stories on the news as of late, both right across the river from us and throughout this country, I guess I keep longing for happier times. Well enough of my gloom today, hope your day is better, and maybe I will get to work on something the question is will it be the message for Sunday or the apples or zucchini on the table.

Projects on the needles

T-shirt rug

T-shirt rug

Since we finally installed the new television in my bedroom/sitting room/craft room I have been unable to stand being in almost any other room of the house. I have been glued to the TV because I have been watching the Cedar Cove series that I was so excited about it when it was on, but now it has stopped and so at least I can watch the old stuff. Anyway, as I am sitting, I don’t just sit, I have been knitting or crocheting as the whim hits me. I now have a stack of the cotton knit dish cloths (love them because they don’t get that ugly sour smell so fast), and have gotten a bit further on the crocheted t-shit rug.

The rug that is shown to the left so far has been made entirely from the cut off sleeves of Paulina’s sports t-shirts. When she was in volleyball, she always ripped the sleeves off the shirts she wore to practice because they bothered her. I never let her throw them away, and now I have gotten a good start on this rug. I have a bit more to go in the ball of t-shirt yarn that I made, but when that is gone, we will decide together if she wants me to make it any larger. I have just been going around in an oval (well as best I can) using a single crochet stitch. The dark grey middle section was a bit tentative and I put it under the sewing machine needle and reinforced it a bit with a wide zigzag stitch and that seems to be good. I am thinking that I will put some sort of backing on the rug when it is finished to prevent it from slipping, but something cloth so that it is washable. I will keep the updates coming as I am able to work on this. Somehow the bulk of some of this yarn is hard on my wrists, so I don’t do this very often.

Cotton knit dishcloths

Cotton knit dish cloths

The dish clothes are a much easier project for me and I find myself working on these much more often. I am able to use shorter needles and by making them a tish smaller than most, I can finish them up in one sitting (three shows) if I stay at it. The pattern I use is pretty simple. With a size 9 needle I cast on three. Row 1 is knit one (garter stitch all the way) then yarn over for an increase and knit the next two. The whole first part of the pattern is knit 1, YO, knit to the end of the row. Do this until you have 40 stitches. Now the decrease starts. Knit 2 together, YO, Knit 2 together, knit to the end of the row. Do this until you get to 3 stitches then cast off. I have found because of the way I pull and such this can turn out to be a rhombus instead of a neat square. I have compensated on a few by doing an extra knit 2 together once or twice near the end of the decreasing work, and I put that decrease in at the 4th and 3rd stitches from the end of the row and never two rows in a row. Hope this makes sense. If anyone has any better ideas for me about why my pattern isn’t coming out to the perfect square as I see in the pattern books and on the websites, give me a hint. I could use all of the hints you have. Ha!

So happy knitting and crocheting to all of you!!

My new friend

Broad tailed hawk???

Broad tailed hawk???

Technically the title should say, My new bird friend, but that doesn’t sound as appealing to me. So here is the thing. We have been seeing these huge shadows on the grass and when we look up there is a giant bird in the air. Well, I am not sure if this is the same one that was around earlier this spring because at that time there were two and now there is only one. I finally had the chance to meet up with this one with a camera. I have not caught it with the zoom lens while in flight, but I have been amazed at how it sits and listens as I talk to it, hence the term friend.

img_8624I put my pictures on the computer and enlarged them, then pulled up pictures of birds of prey until I came upon what appears to me to be a match. My next step was to search for the sounds made by the match and sure sounds like what we have been hearing in the neighborhood for the past few days, weeks actually. I did suggest to Mr. Spots as I have named him that he is welcome to all the mice in the area. In fact I even suggested that he disposed of a few of the squirrels as well.

Bird on the peak

Bird on the peak

I especially encouraged it when he was sitting on the peak of my mother’s house as you see in the picture to the right. It is not a very good photo since it was taken with my phone on zoom and I tend to shake when snapping those, but it is the best I have for now. I plan to continue hunting Mr. Spots with the CAMERA. I want some shots from the back so that I can verify his species more accurately. For now I believe he is a young broad tailed hawk, but I could be wrong, I am open to anyone giving me a better answer. So much for now, have a great day!!

Sunflowers and reflections

Sunflower in the flower garden

Sunflower in the flower garden

Though my hands have been busy the past few days, the mind has been in reflection mode. I took a little time yesterday to sit and absorb the flowers in the yard. This sunflower in particular has me enamored. It is just so pretty.

The vegetable garden is really near the end of producing and with the cool weather we have been having, not too much is going to grow anymore anyway. We are about to pull the tomato plants which is earlier than usual, but fine with me. We have plenty of canned goods, and frankly, I am getting tired of doing the work of preserving this year. I think it is because I have done so much of it alone the past two years. It was different when I had help. Maybe if James retires, we can do more because we will be doing it together.

Cosmos and zinnias and weeds

Cosmos and zinnias and weeds

The part of the garden that is really pretty now is the fall flowers. The cosmos are starting to fill in to the point that I could hide in them if I needed to. In fact the cats of the neighborhood have figured out they can do just that. I don’t appreciate that they have laid down a few plants with their antics, but if it saves them from becoming prey for the large predatory birds in the area, I am ok with it. The picture to the right gives you an idea of what I see from my kitchen window. It almost makes doing dishes a peaceful experience. I should have had someone stand in it for me, so you would get a better idea of the height.

Vegetable soup made last night.

Vegetable soup made last night.

I was thinking of adding a few more flower pictures to this post, but I think that I will save them for down the road. Enough of this for now. In the title it also said reflections, and I have been working on some thoughts this morning. It is all part of the canning I did yesterday. I thought it would be one canner kettle full. Ha Ha! I ended up with 7 quarts (4 juice and 3 whole) and 3 1/2 more pints of whole tomatoes. I ended up running two canner kettles to process them, but now it is over. Whatever we have on the table will just have to be put on salads or in BLT’s. I had one of those for lunch today with the leftover vegetable soup that I made last night. Oh yes, and some banana bread with cream cheese frosting… I should walk to the mail to get rid of some of these calories, but I am thinking I will go with the thing I pinned recently that says something about knitting off the calories. I think I will go work on the next beanie with flaps as my way of working off all that I just ate, that and pondering the message for Sunday. I keep hoping that is another way to feel the burn of using calories. Ha!!

Anyway, I am currently working on a log of what is left to finish off this fall. I started with an inventory of the cellar and a list of what is left in the kitchen to preserve. Yikes, I think there is plenty already. Perhaps it is time to evacuate rather than preserve in whatever the manner, though I could use more apple items. With frost predicted for Tuesday, I could be working on that soon. What have you been up to recently???


Track meet to Memorial Day in the Sunday message

This was the message on the Sunday after the State Track Meet and prior to Memorial Day. This has been a long week. Apparently it was longer than I thought. I forgot to post this message, and today as I was cleaning up some of my posts, I found it in the drafts. After looking through it, I decided to share it with you even if the timing is a little off. Maybe it is ok to bring up the end of last school year now as the new one is beginning. Sort of lets us know that all things work in a cycle. Here is that message from months ago. The scriptures used were: Luke 7:1-19 and I Kings 18:20-39. The title in the bulletin was, “The Lord Indeed is King.”

Last week I promised you that today would be the last of my goofy little track stories, and I am pretty sure this will be, but I won’t promise that I will quit complaining about the attitude of entitlement that surrounds us. I won’t guarantee that I have or don’t have a story about that today. I haven’t gotten started enough to know if I will sneak one in, and believe me I could tell you several, but we don’t have the time today. Maybe I will hang on to a few and share them randomly throughout the summer. For now I want to start with a simple story about how Paulina and I finished off the day after the meet.

Though the team went out to eat after it was all over, Paulina and I did a very little bit of shopping then grabbed a quick sandwich before heading out. One of the things we had to do was stop at Wal-Mart to pick up two items that had been left behind the last time we were there. It wasn’t really a big thing, and I decided before we even walked into the store if there was a line or a hassle, I wasn’t even going to worry about it. As it turned out, there was no one in line at customer service, and even though the lady who waited on us couldn’t find anything about our items in their little book of “paid but left behind,” she believed me and gave me a refund. I was amazed and impressed. She had faith that I was telling the truth without any proof.

Now here is the goofy track story. Of the 13 athletes that we had along with us this year, only 4 boys and 1 girl had been there before, do the math and you find 8 had not had that experience in the past. So, basically we had a majority of newbies, and I mean new: inexperienced, confused, no knowledge of the rules, but not quite able to keep their questions to a question. I did suggest a few times that closing the mouth and observing might be another way to learn, but that idea fell on completely deaf years. See instead of asking what was going on, mostly they rendered opinions on what they felt would not be the reason things were happening, but how things should be done. Mostly they knew way better how it should be than just enjoying the moment of how it was. But I might be getting off on the entitlement track and that is not where I want to be today.

One question in particular that hit me was when the freshman boy asked me why there were so many heats of the mile relay and why they didn’t run those extra heats sooner. See in our state [North Dakota] those are a timed final at the end of the meet rather than running them in prelims. Years ago it was decided that was the way they wanted to do those things and so that is how we do it. It is one of the few rules that is older than I am, and I really didn’t have a good answer for the boy, and he had a hard time accepting my answer that it was just the way we do things. He didn’t have any faith in my words, and it was tough to swallow. I should have had the Wal-Mart lady tell him about accepting someone at their word. Of course he was the same athlete who asked about the number of steps between hurdles in the 110 Highs and when we said 3, he asked if anyone had ever accomplished that, because it seemed like a really tough thing to do. Ok, I promise enough of the goofy stories. I could go on and on. (James later told me he asked why no one just did two steps and got it over with.)

The idea of having faith in what someone says is a key to the story in I Kings. Elijah had faith in God. He had faith that God was indeed God, and he decided to let it be known to the people once and for all. The people of Israel at the time had fallen away from their exclusive worship of Yahweh the one true God. They fell in with the idol worshipers of the area and many worshiped the idol Baal. In fact, we read that while Elijah was the only prophet of God left in the area, there were 450 prophets for Baal.

This story that we have for today is the final in a series of stories of miracles that Elijah was involved with. If we go back a chapter we read about a time of great drought and how he went to a far away area and came upon a poor widow woman and when she agreed to share the last of her food with him, her meal and oil never ran out and they were able to survive because of it. Then when her son dies, Elijah prays over him and the son is brought back to life and restored to the mother.

Now in what we read for today there is a challenge between Elijah and the prophets of Baal. They both take a bull and prepare it for sacrifice, but they are not allowed to put the fire to the sacrifice. Adding the fire is what the God is to do. So, they (as in the prophets) set up their altars doing whatever is going to get the attention of their God, and then whichever God starts the fire for the sacrifice, they have proof that is the real God. As you heard, Elijah doesn’t pull any tricks, in fact he deliberately uses water as his accelerant, and though the prophets of Baal carry on for hours, they cannot get their God to do anything, but Elijah after he finishes praying, God strikes the altar and the sacrifice is consumed in flames. Elijah had faith in God, and God shows the people that he is God.

In the New Testament, Luke tells us of a time when the person who has a great faith is someone outside of the Jewish community. This time the person with faith is what would be considered a foreigner. This story is fairly early in the ministry of Jesus, but his reputation has spread enough that a Centurion from Capernaum has heard of him. So now I have to ask some questions like those new, young athletes we had with us this weekend. What is a centurion? It is a person working for the Roman army (not necessarily Roman) who is in charge of 100 soldiers. They have full control of these soldiers from teaching them maneuvers to providing them clothing and shelter and give orders of what to do and when. They were the basic unit of the military. They were also men prone to codes of honor and well studied.

This particular Centurion, though non Jewish had a deep faith and respected and was very good to the Jewish people in the area. Although he did not convert to Judaism, according to the leaders that came to speak to Jesus on his behalf, he built their synagogue. He also understood and respected the Jewish laws about associating with Gentiles, and though he could command it, he wasn’t going to force Jesus to break laws or traditions to come to his house. Yet, he believed that Jesus had the power to heal his slave, and so this Centurion sent others to talk to Jesus to ask him for help.

By not coming personally, the Centurion was not being superior or a commander, instead, it was an indication that he felt inadequate to be in Jesus’ presence. He understood the difference in their spiritual status far better than the religious leaders of the time. Although the Centurion was an important man in the Roman army and in that particular area, he realized, that in matters of faith, in matters that involve the soul and the life beyond this life, Jesus was the superior, and he-the Centurion was not worthy to be in the presence of Jesus, the Lord, and the King of all. Here we learn that a foreigner could see clearly, what the Jewish leaders could not or would not accept about Jesus. Even the followers of Jesus don’t seem to have the faith that this foreigner has. We see that in one of the final verses of this passage: 9: “I tell you not even in Israel have I found such faith.” They had no faith in the Son that God sent to save them.

What does this tell us today? Perhaps instead of an answer, this should give us a question to ponder. What sort of faith do we have? Is ours the sort of faith that Elijah or the Centurion had? Do we believe enough in Jesus to take our problems to him knowing that we will be given what we need? Notice that I said what we need, not what we want. God knows our needs before we ask. God is willing to grant us the peace beyond all peace, if we just seek and accept it. God does not give us our every whim, we all know that, and sometimes it is hard to hear that certain things will not turn out the way we had hoped or desired, but God still loves us.

This weekend/tomorrow we honor and celebrate the many soldiers who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our country in oh, so many different wars and conflicts. We might want to wonder why some were spared and others were taken. How can we trust in a God that allows war and death in battle? How could Jesus have compassion enough to heal a man who would remain a slave yet not free him from the bondage of slavery? We don’t know those answers, just like I couldn’t tell my young athlete why some races run prelims and others don’t. God asks us to have faith in his word and his time. Not all things will be fixed or healed or corrected instantly when we ask, but we know that God loves us and wants what is best for us.

Oh that trusting faith is such an elusive, tough thing to grasp on to. Or is it? Faith is one of those abstract nouns, but NOT really an abstract or difficult concept for someone who keeps a close, personal relationship with Jesus through prayers and devotions and just be living a Christ centered life. Faith is possible, if we trust in Jesus even just a little like that Centurion did. God Indeed is the King and God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit are there for us through all things at all times, and when we trust in that, when we have faith that God cares for us, then we will be able to be there and care for others. Let’s remember that this weekend as we honor our soldiers who cared enough to sacrifice for us. Amen!

Seating Arrangements in God’s order

img_8439img_8438This was our message at St. Paul’s in Eureka on Aug. 28, 2016. I am a bit behind on posting. As part of my contribution to the service, I brought a vase of zinnias for on the piano. Here are some pictures of that vase of flowers after I brought it home. Those are the perfect cut flowers  because they seem to last forever. I may need to go and cut a few more for the Empty Nesters meeting tomorrow night. The vase was completely reversed if you might think it is the same picture, it is a little different.

The scriptures we had were: Luke 14 1, 7-14, Jeremiah 2:4-13 and Hebrews 13:1-8 as mentioned above the title was “Seating Arrangements.”

Today is one of those days when you can hear a story and say it is interesting the way things work sometimes. Today, I am going to tell you one of the things that began the ball rolling so to speak that ended in me being here with you. And this is not the story of me going to a volleyball match and visiting with Toni. No, this story is much older and more far removed, and though I have thought of that moment a few times over the years, it is something I try to shove to the back of my mind, and in fact it isn’t even a story I have shared with James or any of the others in my family. And the only reason I bring it up today, is because of how well it fits in with the lesson from the gospel. See once upon a time, I was that person who sat in the wrong chair and was forever embarrassed and forever marked for it.

If I have done my backwards counting correctly, this event happened in the fall of 1987. I had taught for two years in Jud, ND, and was just beginning my job as the physical education teacher at the Children and Adolescent Unit School of the State Hospital, which was technically a part of the Jamestown School system. I was sure this would be a way for me to get that proverbial “foot in the door” and help me eventually to get an English teaching job at the high school. Well, as things go, I believe my little blunder on that fateful day in August probably put a swift end to any hopes that I might have had.

See, all new teachers were required to attend a special meeting with the Superintendent and the new Assistant Superintendent during the course of the in-service workshops. Our meeting was scheduled promptly at 1 p.m. in the board room of the administration offices which was downtown. For some reason James and I decided that day we needed to take Jessica and Victoria to McDonald’s for a back to school lunch. We were running late getting out of our morning in-service and had to go pickup the girls from the sitter then back to the area of McDonald’s and on and on, and soon it was getting really close to the time of my meeting, and as traffic and all turned out, I entered the building after the door closed to the meeting.

I was told to go inside and when I got there the place around the table seemed filled. I could only see one open chair and I quickly went to it and sat down. It was in the front right beside the speaker, only it was the chair of the speaker, the superintendent. He and his assistant had reserved the chairs on either side of the podium for themselves. The chair that was open for me was crowded tightly into the middle of the side facing the door and right where I walked in, and a friend was trying to hold it for me to enter quickly and unobtrusively, but I was in such a hurry I didn’t pay any attention, and instead I was thoroughly humiliated and probably forever labeled as a bumbling idiot by the administration. Come to think of it I never got along with the superintendent’s daughter when I was in college, and was probably lucky to have gotten the job I had even when no one else applied. At any rate, I can completely relate to the idea of not sitting too near the head table in order that you are not embarrassed by being asked to move farther away from the guest of honor.

In fact, I was afraid that last night James and I were in nearly that same position. We were at a wedding reception in Linton, the second one in two weeks. I actually teased him that the only time he asks me out for supper on a Saturday night is when we are going to a wedding reception. All the other Saturdays we are either on the way home from seeing one of the girls of vegetating on the couch after working in the garden all day. Anyway as the host and hostess were telling people to get in line for the food, they asked if anyone at the table was an immediate family member. My first reaction was to say, “No, do you want us to move?” I thought we had taken a spot off to the side and out of the way so that we wouldn’t be sitting in a designated spot, but I wasn’t totally sure, and really didn’t want to cause a disruption. It ended up that we were in the last of the tables to get in line and that was fine. James was basically invited because he had been the teacher of the groom and coach of both the bride and groom. As we looked around the room, we only saw a couple of other teachers, and one was there because her son was in the wedding. It was quite interesting.

We have one other wedding to attend in the near future with the reception in that same hall. I think for that one, we will attend the wedding and get to the reception a bit earlier. I am tired of looking around for an open seat and feeling squished. The table next to us last night was actually the end table and they were so tired of trying to get in and out that they actually moved themselves over a little bit. I was visiting with the lady sitting there and told her how when we set up the tables for our reunion this past summer, we sat back to back in the chairs at the tables and had someone walk between us to see if there was enough room.

Now if you look at some of the background materials of the wedding feast mentioned in the passage we read from Luke today, you find that their tables were not set up the way we are used to seeing a banquet or a wedding reception. In their day they did not sit up at a table to eat, remember it was the times of the Romans, they lay on couches to eat. Interesting, I wonder how many times they choked on their food from eating in that manner. Anyway, the Interpreters commentary noted that the couches usually held about three people and they would be arranged in a circular manner at a banquet or a feast with the main or most important couch being in the center of the room.

It was not quite like we are used to sitting at one end or the other. I can really see how humiliating it would be not just to be taken away from the front when you are removed from the most important spot, but to be removed from the middle, where you have to walk through the whole crowd to get yourself out of the way for someone else. I know that exiting from the front would also be embarrassing, but at least there you might be able to sneak along the side as you are leaving, but not so much if you are in the middle. Yikes!

Jesus gives this instruction, this information as we can see mostly for the benefit of the religious leaders who it seems are so bent on being the ones who want those seats of importance. And maybe they really believe they deserve them. When you think about it, they are the ones who have taken the time to learn the religious laws. They are the ones who work at the temple keeping things in order. They are the ones who are living a life in the manner of the laws following the orders that God has given through Moses and the commandments. Certainly they are entitled to the respect of the people. Certainly they should be held in great esteem. Yet for some reason, Jesus is always pointing out their short comings. He is always letting them know when they are putting the laws above the real love of God. And as he does it, Jesus is letting those leaders know that a little compassion even a little humility is not such a bad thing.

Through this parable Jesus wants us to understand that it is not for us to put on airs and give ourselves more importance than others. What God asks of us is not just that we follow the commandments and morals and ethics of being a good Christian, but that we practice the love and compassion and true mind set of doing as Jesus did in how we treat and care for others. This isn’t just about how we worship or how we give, but how we act and how we speak and how we behave not just around fellow church goers, but in all aspects of our lives.

Then as Jesus finishes this parable, he also gives instructions about how to host such an event. The final verses that we were given notes that guests should not be invited just because they are important and might return the invitation, but that all should be invited, especially those who are not able to return the favor, the poor, the lame and the blind should also be on the guest list. Again the target is likely the religious leaders who have denied entrance to the temple to the lame and the blind because they didn’t seem to be worthy to enter the house of God. [What an idea!]

Here again it seems that the deeper meaning is that Jesus is telling us who is invited to join him in paradise. He is telling us who is on God’s guest list and who is invited to God’s banquet hall. But there is also another meaning; the other aspect of this parable is for us. He is letting us know that the doors to God’s place of worship here and now need to be open and welcoming to all people. In the lesson we read from Hebrews, we are reminded to show our hospitality even to strangers. And we are also reminded to share what we have because doing so is pleasing to God. May we always keep that attitude of: “everyone is welcome here no matter where you are on your faith journey.” And may we exude that attitude in our daily dealings with those around us. Let us always be about Christ’s way of welcoming. Amen!

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Grassroots & Gardening

A passion for journalism and gardening

The Renegade Seamstress

Refashions Beyond My Wildest Seams

go go little red

Craftin' each day as if it's the last!

Belle Grove Plantation Bed and Breakfast

Birthplace of James Madison and Southern Plantation

The Inbox Jaunt

From Doodle to Design

Travel. Garden. Eat.

Enjoy the good things in life ~ you can always clean tomorrow!

Lake Superior Spirit

Blogging from the Upper Peninsula North Woods...