Nice landing, wrong river.
Wrong direction, too.
The Spirit stirred a bit in a city park yesterday. So why am I surprised?
The crafty perennial, I note, has found a way through my ineptitude.
Deacon Tom had promised us a surprise or two for our ACTS Team Day of Prayer, so I was a little wary when I entered the meeting room yesterday… and spied the stack of classic board games.
Look closely, and you can see some evidence that my favorite golf course was completely submerged just a few weeks ago. But things are definitely looking up at Aberdeen today.
Pentecost looms. Which means it’s been 50 days since I heard the words uttered near the beginning of the Easter Vigil Mass…and still, I can’t get them out of my mind.
Several days later, my body’s still barking from the home-improvement project I tackled earlier this week. Yes, the time had come once again to stain the deck.