Thanksgiving Standing Stones 2013

I have a tradition at Thanksgiving to make a list of “standing stones”—the things that I look back on in the year and say “look at what God has done.”  Last year was full of big and joyful milestones, like being ordained.  This year is a bit more subdued, especially the last few months.  But still, I am thankful for the opportunities and gifts God has given me this year. 


Travelling to the UK for three weeks in January.  I got to experience the church and culture, which despite common stereotypes, caused me to say look what God is doing!





Performing my first baptisms of two young people that came to the United States as refugees.  Their faith is rich, deep, and growing as they have faced many difficulties in their short lives.  I am thankful that I got to be a small part of their stories.




I got to go on lots of short camping trips this Spring, Summer, and Fall.  It was wonderful to spend lots of time outside hiking, eating, reading, watching birds, and enjoying the wonders of God’s creation.  (If you’re curious, the photo is from May in Tahquamenon State Park Rivermouth Semi-Modern Campground.)


My pastoral residency at Church of the Servant, which ended at the end of July.  This one is definitely bittersweet—I really miss being a pastor there, but I am so overwhelmingly grateful for the two years I got to spend there learning, loving, preaching, visiting, baptizing, welcoming, and being loved.




The two weeks I got to spend in Colorado and Wyoming during October.  I spent time with Mary and Jared (my sister and brother-in-law), and my friend Allison and her family.  I saw a whole new part of God’s creation—an exhilarating part.  I even climbed mountains, sort of.  At least I went on a short hike above the treeline.  


Having a spiritual director who helps me each month to see what God is doing in my life.  I am thankful for her support and encouragement that God is working in me, even when I can’t see exactly what God is doing yet.


I am so thankful for the gift of friends who have listened to me, waited with me, encouraged me, prayed for me, discerned with me, and loved me.  I really would not have made it through these years without them.


“Save us, Lord our God, and gather us from the nations, that we may give thanks to your holy name and glory in your praise.”

-- Psalm 106:47

Photo of spiritual direction feet by Michelle Kroll, used under a Creative Commons License.  All other photos are my own.

Autumn Adventures

I’ve been pretty silent on the blog, but I’ve been having plenty of adventures in these autumn months.

Canning my mom’s famous salsa with four generations of my family (Grandpa, Mom, Cousin, Cousin’s son)

I spent a few hours exploring ArtPrize in downtown Grand Rapids.  This was one of my favorite pieces, called Cascade.

 

I headed west for a couple of weeks.  First, I spent time with my sister and brother-in-law in their new home in Colorado.

Mary and I drove up to Independence Pass, about 40 miles of mountain driving from their house.

It was peak color season for the Aspens and their vivid gold against the deep evergreens was spectacular.  For anyone wondering, late September or early October is an excellent time to visit—the weather and trees are beautiful and it is considered “shoulder season” so things aren’t so busy.

Mary is talented and made a video of our time together.  It features lots of footage of mountains, aspens, their canine companion, a gondola ride, and me awkwardly crossing a footbridge.  You can see it on her blog.

Next stop: Laramie, Wyoming.  This was a new state for me, and it was like no other place I’ve been to.

My reason for going to Wyoming: visiting my friend Allison, her husband, and infant son!  It was so good to see them!

Back to Michigan: an impromptu lunch at Crane’s Pie Pantry with my mom—apple dumpling and apple cider…yum!

An afternoon hike to Hoffmaster State Park

Lake Michigan from Hoffmaster’s Dune Overlook

Sunday Afternoon Prayer: Great is Thy Faithfulness

This weekend my family is celebrating my maternal grandfather’s 90th birthday.  My grandpa has been following Jesus for his whole life and would be the first to say that God has been faithful.  Life has not been without challenges, but God has been with Grandpa and used him to bless many people.

Loving and Faithful God,
For keeping a child of your covenant, baptized when he was an infant, safe in your hands,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For his parents who loved him and taught him about you,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For keeping Grandpa safe while he was deployed in the Navy,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For giving him a beautiful wife who loved him until her dying day,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For three children that he loved and supported (and is still very willing to help weed gardens or repair their homes),
Great is thy faithfulness.
For helping him to become a great teacher and principal,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For blessing him with grandchildren—both adopted and biological—that he loves deeply,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For saving his life from cancer,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For Grandpa and Grandma’s consistency at showing up at their grandkids events—church programs, piano recitals, sports games, etc.,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For the hours of volunteer service at Desert Christian High School, World Renew (formerly CRWRC) Disaster Response Services, Bibles for Mexico Thrift Stores, and other places,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For the love he shows his great-grandchildren through creating toys and babysitting,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For the love of and commitment to the church (there are few times I’ve heard him complain about it!) that he demonstrates to all of us,
Great is thy faithfulness.
For 90 years of following you,
Great is thy faithfulness.
Great is thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
all I have needed thy hand hath provided.
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Personal photo of my grandpa and me at my ordination, January 2012.

Thanks, Mom!

Recently my sister wrote this lovely post for “Papa Bear” (aka our dad).  I spent my Sabbath time this weekend camping at Lake Michigan Recreation Area, part of the Huron-Manistee National Forest between Ludington and Manistee.  While I was camping and hiking and reading on the beach, I thought about her post, and also that I didn’t only learn about the outdoors from my dad.  I learned a lot from my mom, too.

My campsite this weekend

Mom taught me that you always take your shoes off before you go inside the tent and you always sweep it out before you take it down.

Pizza tonka/hobo pie/sandwich cooked in a pie iron

Mom taught me how to cook not just in a kitchen but over a fire and camp stove.

Mushroom at my campsite

Mom taught me to spot the fungi and pay attention to details in the woods.

 

Reading at Holland State Park, August 2012

Mom taught me to read and to love reading (indoors, outdoors, it doesn’t matter as long as the book is good!).

Big Sable Point Lighthouse in Ludington State Park, April 2013.  I still like this one, even though Mom made us hike 5 miles through the sand to get there the first time (or so the story goes).

Mom taught me to love history and pay attention to lighthouses.

Porter Creek empties into Lake Michigan

Mom taught me all about the awesome state of Michigan.

White birch behind my campsite

 Mom taught me the difference between a white birch, white oak, and white pine tree.

On a hike in the Nordhouse Dunes National Wilderness Area

Mom taught me to be strong and confident so I can have adventures on my own.

Thanks, Mom!

Sunday Afternoon Prayer: For a New Marriage

 

Relational God,

Thank you for being a Trinitarian relationship.

Thank you for creating us for relationships with other people.

Thank you for the calling of marriage, for the calling to live in a life-long relationship that reflects you.

Bless this new marriage relationship, and may it grow and flourish.

May it be a place of trust, joy, hospitality, and service.  Give them grace for the hard times, when they wonder if the relationship is worth it.

May this marriage be a witness to you.

Sacrificial God,

Thank you for your sacrifice—you became human and were obedient to death, even death on the cross.

Help this couple as they learn to sacrifice their own desire for the good of the other.

Help them to forgive each other when necessary.

May anyone who comes into contact with them see your sacrificial love through them.

Loving God.

Thank you for your great love for us.

May this couple know your love more and more.

May each of them grow their roots deeper into you.

As they know more and more of your love, help them to share that love with others—with each other, any children they may have, their church, their families, and their neighbor.

May their marriage be a glimpse of what it means that Christ loves the church.

In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  Amen.

Personal photo, May 2010

Sunday Afternoon Prayer: My Mother's Day Prayer

God who comforts people like a mother comforts her child (Is. 66:13),

I have such mixed feelings about this day.

I love my mom.  Thank you for her. 

Thank you for her love and dedication.

Thank you that she always believes in me and thinks I’m great.

Thank you for her prayers and that she taught me about you.

Thank you for her gift of teaching and all I’ve learned from her—how to read, how to bake, how to play softball, how to serve, and how to love.

And I'm thankful for my many friends that are moms.

Being a mom is a hard calling.  Make your presence known to them when they are awake at 3am feeding an infant or cleaning up vomit.   

Give them wisdom as they begin to instill values and habits in their young hearts.

Help them to teach their precious ones about you and model a life of faith.  May all of these little ones grow up to love and follow you.

But there is also sadness in my heart on this day.

I wish that I was a mother, too.

I know that it is a hard calling, and I wish that it was mine, too.

My heart is full of wonderings…

Where do I fit when it seems that motherhood = womanhood?

Will there be a day when motherhood is my calling?

How long might I have to wait?

How do I keep my baptismal promises to the children in my community?

And there is sadness in my heart that the church hurts women today.

Instead of a place that pours salt into already open wounds, 

may we be a place of honesty and love.

May we be a place where it is okay to shed tears for the children you wish you had,

or the children that lived only in your womb,

or the child that has wandered away from then family,

or your own desire for an good relationship with your mom. 

Today in particular, may we be a place of lament, as well as praise. 

May we be a safe and loving community and not an exclusive and hurtful one.

So God, take my thanksgiving and questions, joy and sadness. 

Help me to live with it all. 

Comfort me on the dark days.  Comfort others for whom this is an excruciating day.    

Help me to know that you haven’t forgotten me, like a mother who doesn’t forget the baby at her breast (Is 49:15).

In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  Amen.

Personal Photo, May 2013.

New Lines to Womanhood

I recently read a review of the award-winning HBO show Girls in the April 2013 issue of Christianity Today.  The show focuses on an early 20s woman named Hannah as she tries to figure out adulthood—jobs, renting, friends, boyfriends.  It is a coming-of-age show, written and directed by 26-year-old Lena Dunham.  “What’s new about the show is that these women, like many real-life ones, are working from a rough script.  The lines that signal ‘womanhood’ are absent, coming later or not at all, or look quite different from the lines our mothers followed” (pg. 70). 

Like the author of the review, Katelyn Beaty, I also fit into the category of real-life women working from a rough script.  When I was younger, I assumed that I would follow those traditional lines to womanhood: I would meet a nice Christian guy (probably in college), get married shortly after college, buy a house (unless we were missionaries living overseas), and have kids.  I would work before the kids were born and maybe part-time after.

None of that has happened in my life, so far.

I don’t regret my life—it has been full of unique experiences I would have never had if my 13-year-old-self’s life plan had come to fruition.  But at the same time, I have had to figure out new lines to womanhood.  Maybe I should say I am trying to figure out new lines to womanhood.  One day at a time, I am living the life God has called me to and trying to find the lines.

To be honest, it can be a lonely and confusing place.  I don’t have that many role models.  There are portrayals in the media, Girls and Liz Lemon in 30 Rock come to mind, but TV show characters tend to hop from boyfriend to boyfriend, sleeping with them all.  That isn’t part of my life, but the church is a part of my life.  The church gives me stability when everything around me seems to be changing.  The church gives me a community of people who love and care for me, but also don’t quite know what to do with me.    

That’s why I am writing this.  So far in my life I have kept my experiences and feelings about being single pretty private.  I’ve only let the closest circle of my friends in.  But that needs to change, so I am going to be writing more about this part of my life in the future.  I hope to write about the joys, the sorrows, the practices I find helpful, and the habits that are unhelpful.

By sharing my story, I want the 12-year-old girls and boys in my congregation to see what life looks like if you don’t marry early.  I want the 22-year-old woman who just graduated without her Mrs. Degree to have hope that God has beautiful plans for her life even if they feel unconventional.  I want the 45-year-old married pastor to have a glimpse of what it looks like to be in this space and how he or she can be hospitable to people who don’t fit the mold.  I want the 60 year-old who never married to have the permission to tell his or her story, too.  

I want the church to warmly welcome people into community, no matter who they are.  Beaty asks “Are our churches places where women like Dunham can know and be known?  Where their ambitions and dreams are encouraged, not squelched or made to fit into old scripts of womanhood that don’t speak to them?  Where a story is told and retold that speaks to their deepest desires and orients them toward wholeness and self-giving instead of self-gazing?” (pg. 71).  I hope and pray that sharing more of my story can help the church to be such a place.  I hope that together we can develop and affirm many paths to adulthood. 

                 

Top photo by Wally Gobetz, used under a Creative Commons License.  http://www.flickr.com/photos/wallyg/8416119593/.

Bottom photo is a personal photo taken August 2012.

Sunday Afternoon Prayer: A Prayer for the Year to Come

I'm continuing the birthday theme for one last post (previous here and here), with my prayer for the coming year of my life.

God my help in years past and hope for years to come,

Thank you for your faithfulness in the past year,

For grace in difficult situations,

For growth as a pastor

For relationships that have supported me.

And in this year to come, may I be a person of

Strength,

Joy,

Stability, and

Hospitality.

May I grow in my

relationship with you,

prayer life,

memorized scripture, and

identity in Christ.

May I live in community with friends

Near,

Far,

Old, and

New.

May I serve you

Faithfully,

With wisdom,

With self-less love for others, and

Wherever you call me.

May I be filled with joy

Exploring your creation,

Creating beautiful things,

Laughing with friends,

And trying new things.

May whatever I do,

Whether in word or in deed,

Be done in the name of Jesus.

In Jesus’ name.  Amen.

Personal photo taken in the Iona Abbey, Iona, Scotland, January 2013. 

Thanks to the Women Who Have Formed Me

When I was on the Isle of Iona in Scotland during January, I visited the Nunnery.  The Nunnery is the ruin of an Augustinian nunnery built in the thirteenth century.  For several hundred years, women lived, worked, and worshipped here.  Their lives were similar to the men who lived in the abbey down the road.  They worshipped God together.  They prayed.  They grew and prepared food for themselves.  They took care of the sick and needy.  They offered hospitality to those in need.  They lived in community with each other.

Nunnery Church

But these women's names and stories are mostly forgotten.  The ruins have not ben restored, and it is said that this is one of the best preserved nunneries in the British Isles.  As I explore the island I used a book called Around a Thin Place, published by the Iona Community's publishing house, to help guide my reflection at significant points.  At the Nunnery it calls attention to women of faith, both this whose names history has remembered and forgotten.  

Me and the Nunnery

It also asked us to remember women whose lives have shaped us.  I started to list women whose faith and love have shaped me, and it is a long, long list.  It starts with my mom, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, and cousins.  Sunday school teachers and other adults from church growing up.  Family friends.  Women I went to college with.  My teammates in China.  Friends God gave me during my seminary years.  Mentors and colleagues in ministry.  

My mom and I at my ordination.  I love this picture!

I wouldn't be who I am without them.  God has used them to shape me.  To give me examples of loving Christ and serving the church.  To encourage the gifts they saw in me.  To challenge me and console me.  Today is my birthday, and as I reflect on my life I thank God for all of these women and the impact they have had on me.  And as I look to the future, I pray that I will have such an impact on those around me now and those who will look to me in the future.

"I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also" (2 Timothy 1:5). 

P.S. Many men have shaped me too, and I am thankful for them too.

Christmas Ornament Stories: My Aunt and Uncle

Every ornament tells a story.  That’s the basic philosophy of my Christmas tree.  During this Christmas season, I am introducing you to some of my favorites and sharing the story behind them.  So far, I have shared ornaments from my parents and grandparents.

Today’s ornament is from my uncle and aunt, who also gave a Christmas ornament every year.  It’s really no wonder I love my ornaments--they were a huge part of extended family Christmas traditions.  My uncle was a pastor at a local church for over 30 years.  Every year, their family would host an open house in their home for anyone in the church the first weekend in December.  For several hours Saturday afternoon and Sunday afternoon, their house was filled with a steady stream of people from their congregation, celebrating Christmas together.  And every year, my aunt and uncle gave a Christmas ornament to each family who came to the open house.  Sometimes, especially in the early years, they were handmade.  I remember many a Thanksgiving where the after dinner entertainment was helping to finish up the ornaments for the open house.  Sometimes they bought small items they made into ornaments at some significant place for the year.  This is one of my favorites because it smells like cinnamon.    

The open house and ornaments are just one way that my aunt and uncle showed hospitality.  Family holidays at their house often included more than just biological family, but others who needed a place to celebrate too.  Throughout the year, they often had people knock at the door, whether church members dropping something off or friends of their kids.  They graciously welcomed them in and offered something to eat and drink.  My sister, brother-in-law, and at least one of my cousins lived in their basement for a while when they needed a place to live.  And they welcomed children with Downs Syndrome to their family through adoption.  They, probably more than anyone else I know, have lived out scripture’s command to “show hospitality to strangers” (Hebrews 13:2). 

Christmas Ornament Stories: My Grandparents’ Faith

Every ornament tells a story.  That’s the basic philosophy of my Christmas tree.  During this Christmas season, I am introducing you to some of my favorites and sharing the story behind them.  First were some creative ornaments from my parents.

Today’s ornament is from my Grandpa and Grandma.  Pretty much every year, they gave all the grandkids an ornament.  I have some they bought while volunteering in Salt Lake City, some they bought in Mexico while they wintered in Tucson, and several that they made (the creative part runs in the family).

This one is my favorite.  It is also the last one, because it is from my grandma’s last Christmas with us.  They worked together on this one.  They developed the idea and found the pattern together.  My grandpa did the cutting and sanding.  This angel reminds me of their deep faith that they passed on to us. 

In the last few years, I have become increasingly thankful that the faith they passed on is a well-rounded faith.  They were (and are) people of great piety.  They kept a drawer of Bible story books to use when the grandkids came to visit.  They wanted to help us learn the stories of faith and the practice of family devotions.  For their 50^th wedding anniversary, the family gave them a Bible that each of the kids and grandkids had marked some of their favorite verses in.  In the years since, both Grandma and Grandpa have added notes of passages that are significant to them.  It is a wonderful physical heirloom of faith.

But their faith is more than knowing the Bible well and having right theology.  Their faith has legs.  It showed itself us in the care they show—the gifts, showing up on all sorts of occasions, being good friends and faithful church members.  And it showed itself in the way they spent their time.  Instead of going to Florida for the winter to go golfing and shopping, they went to Tucson to volunteer at a fledgling Christian high school.  My grandpa is a Christian school teacher by trade, and so every winter he helped this school as it grew.  He did everything for them from substitute teaching to digging ditches and building things.  Grandma helped to work in the library.  Their selfless care for others was a living model for us and shaped our family.  I would not be the same person without them.  I thank God for them, and for this ornament that reminds me of my heritage.

Purple Fabric and Metallic Thread--My Advent Stole

“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light;

on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned” (Isaiah 9:2).

This verse, plus a number of pictures of other stoles, inspired the design for my new Advent stole.  Stoles help me and my congregation to mark the passage of time through the Christian calendar.  Like people wear snowman earrings during December or red, white, and blue on 4^th of July, pastors in robe-wearing-churches wear stoles to remind us of the season.

 

My mom and I created this stole.  It is purple, the traditional color of fasting and penitence and the color of the royalty of the coming king.  It also has some blue, a newer Advent color of hope and anticipation.

It features a road for the people walking in darkness.  And it is the journey that we are all on, the journey of waiting and expectation, living in the already-but-not-yet.  

And at the end of the road is the star.  I chose this star, a natal star cross, because it is a 4 pointed star Bethlehem star plus a cross.  It reminds us that the light came as a baby in Bethlehem, but he brought light to the whole world through his death and resurrection.

As we walk the journey of Advent this year, I pray that we would be reminded that God is faithful to his promises.  The people walking in darkness have seen a great light.  And God will remain faithful and come again to make everything new.

Christmas Ornament Stories: My Parents’ Creativity

Every ornament tells a story.  That’s the concept of my Christmas tree.  Over the next few weeks, I am going to introduce you to some of my favorites and tell you the story behind them.

When I was growing up, my parents bought my sisters and me an ornament every year.  They were always special.  Sometimes they had our name on it. Sometimes they found it in a gift shop on a family vacation.  Sometimes they represented one of our hobbies.  Mom and Dad gave them to us the evening we decorated the Christmas tree.  It was always one of my favorite nights of the year.

My mom made this ornament for Christmas 1986 (that’s helpfully stitched into the back).  I love the simplicity and the slight sheen of the floss she used.  And I love that she made it, because she made a lot of things in the first years of my life.  In most of the pictures of me as a young child I am wearing a very cute dress my mom made me.  Once we were school-aged, she turned her sewing attention to costumes.  Betsy Ross, a Seminole Native American, and a medieval royal were some of the costumes she created for me.  She passed on her resourcefulness and some of her crafting and sewing abilities to me.

This is the ornament they gave me when I was in first grade.  That year, we were studying the middle ages at Christmas time, so this is the closest my mom could come to a medieval ornament.  A week or so before Christmas we had a reenactment of a medieval feast with a few other families.  We all had costumes.  The dining room was arranged to look like the great hall of a European castle.  Each family created a banner to represent the tapestries found in castles (I think my parents still have the one we made).  We were the entertainment between courses.  One of my friends juggled.  Another told jokes.  I recited the poem “Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie.”

The best part was the dessert.  It was a castle cake!  The moms planned how to bake cake in coffee cans and loaf pans and get it to stay together like a castle (in the days long before Pinterest).  I think she stayed up late and got up early to put it together, because I was totally surprised.  Standing guard at the drawbridge was this ornament (and my sister’s similar one).  I had noticed that morning that it was missing from the tree.  I was delighted and surprised that it was part of this magnificent cake.  So every year when I put this ornament on the tree, I am reminded of that cake and the many, many hours my mom invested in giving me an excellent education.        

My Thanksgiving Adventure

“Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise;

give thanks to him and praise his name.  For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;

his faithfulness continues through all generations.” (Psalm 100:4-5)

For Thanksgiving this year, my parents and I decided to celebrate at my apartment and invite some of the refugees I work with.  I invited a family of 5 that recently arrived from Nepal, and we cooked and set the table accordingly.  As I was driving over to pick them up, I was wishing my apartment was bigger so I could have invited a Sri Lankan family that lives nearby, too.  When I got to the Nepalese family’s home, I found out the mother wasn’t feeling well and the daughters were going to stay home to care for her.  That meant only 2 of 5 were going to come. 

We got in the car and started driving home, but as we were about to pass the Sri Lankan family’s apartment I decided to stop and see if they wanted to come over.  I didn’t have their phone number in my phone to call them, so I just knocked unannounced (which I don’t usually do).  I asked if they had plans and invited them over.  They said yes and I waited while they got ready to leave. 

I arrived home with 6 people instead of 5, so we slipped another chair around the table and put the food on the table.  My mom and I cooked a pretty traditional Thanksgiving meal—turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes, roasted vegetables, cranberry sauce, a spinach salad.  At times, conversation seemed strained, since I was the only person that really knew everyone.  But as the meal went on, it got easier.  Everyone helped clean up (except maybe my dad because one of my Nepalese guys told him in their culture the young people serve the older people) and participate in the day.  My parents told them stories about life in Michigan farmland.  My mom played with the 3 year old.  He had discovered my baskets of toys and games, and one of the young men asked my mom how to play Phase 10.  She explained it and then I heard him enthusiastically say “let’s play.”  He has been through an incredible amount of pain in his short life, and it made my heart glad to hear him excited about a game.  So we played a few phases of Phase 10 before it was time to go home.

As we were saying goodbye and leaving the house, several of them said they felt like they were a part of a family today. 

That is about the best thanks I could receive.  The day wasn’t quite what I was planning, but it worked out well.  I am thankful for this opportunity to share home, food, parents, games, a holiday, and love with others.  I am thankful to be able to share “hospitality with strangers” (Hebrews 13:2).  

880

The last week has been a bit different.  Thursday-Monday I was either in Michigan or traveling to/from Michigan--around 880 miles traveled (I am thankful for my little car!).  On Saturday, my parents celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary.  Both of my sisters (plus my brother-in-law) were also in town for the weekend (hence my trip "home")--this was the last time we'll all be together until Christmas.  We had a family dinner of chicken mango kabobs, ginger cilantro rice, and grilled broccoli, with rhubarb strawberry tarts for desert.  It was fun to all be together and celebrate what God has done in and through my parents in the last 30 years!  Our family picture is below: 

In addition to the family dinner, it was fun to hang out with family.  I was also able to see some friends and spend an afternoon on the Lake Michigan beach.  All in all, it was a great weekend.  My least favorite part was all of the driving.  I'm glad that I don't have to make that drive again for a couple of months :).

Now I'm looking forward to the next weeks--preaching, worship planning, pastoral visits, Canada Day (on Thursday), meeting with the college students who are home for the summer, and we'll see what else develops.

Here's a picture of the backyard of the home I'm staying in.  This is basically the view from the basement (yes, I know that I am blessed).

Some flowers in the backyard: