Old Suit & A Good Sunday

Had a Red Letter Sunday yesterday. Got to dedicate baby Joshua Paul and see his extended family gather around him with love lighting every face and joy beaming out for all the world to see. It was a happy, holy moment.

Had several families away on vacation and still had a fine crowd. Signs of a maturing congregation. Signs of hope among what has been burned-over earth. Too many turf wars can reduce the happiest neighborhoods to rubble. Pray God those years of the past are gone forever and that we find ourselves in fields of verdant growth where all good things live and all evil dies.

So many blessings. No one name rises far above its neighbor's. All have their part to play and, thankfully, are playing it. God's lovely symphony. Long may its sweet song of salvation waft over our hungry community. If it's up to me, it will most surely be.

[Listening to Celine Dion sing 'Immortality' as I write these words. Do angels dare sing in her presence?]

Old Suit gets busy...

Today is the Pirate Party for boys 3-8. The Children's Department goes all out to create as authentic a pirate experience as is possible. (They did, happily, decide to abandon all efforts at bringing real Somali pirates to this year's festive doings. There's always next year, however!)

Senior pictures are being taken for Miss V. She is the star of her own drama and a fascinating personality. What a gift she has proven to be, though I'm not quite certain that the world has adequately prepared itself for her emergence.

Now I'm being paged so all the accrued wisdom I was nearly about to put down here must, for the time being, go unpublished. Poor, unfortunate world! (But, as we've already said... "There's always next year . . ." or, perhaps, tomorrow!)

-Old Suit