For some reason, maybe it’s the ‘Ides of March’ effect, this month is always a tough time to manoeuver. Last year we were wondering if we would have space for the upcoming school year program when the promised portables fell through…..of course they did appear, 3 of them, just in time.
No More Joy?
In February we had an “end of joy project” party at Kim and Curtis Smith’s house. It was good. There was home-grown visual art on display. Some girls performed a dance. Curtis played some music with Wade and David Oostra. There was karaoke and fireworks and lots of food. Some neighbors came. It was a full house and it was fun.
Of course everything is cyclical; it all comes to pass. So does this mean that there is no more talk of joy and art around here after that party? Do we need another theme for the next cycle?
Counting Blessings: Raising A Family In Church
My kids were buzzing with chatter, smiles and wonder. We were leaving the Ode to Joy Finale (too early…bedtimes), having watched fireworks that seemed to go on delightfully longer than any of us imagined. They and their cohort had wandered in wonder at the food, the people and the visual promise of the fun to be had in the hospitable Smith home. They had piled into the back of pickup trucks to watch the sky explode in light and color. They had heard the adults of their church cracking good natured jokes, and they had breathed air full of joy and laughter. And it just struck me again: We are so blessed! My kids are so blessed. My kids get to grow up in church. My kids get to grow up in a healthy church. My kids get to grow up in a church that does a pretty good job of celebration.