After spending most of the morning working
on the teaching for Sunday, I started on my trek around the island. Began with an elders’ meeting out at Seaside. Helped me get a handle on some of the issues
that have arisen with the church’s land that we have leased out to folks to use
for their horse riding facility. Seems that
there has been some kind of border dispute with cattle owners on one side and
an RV park on the other. Sounds like an
episode of Bonanza or Rawhide. How’s
that for dating myself? We are scheduled
to have a conference with our lawyer about it later this morning. I sure hope we can get it all cleared
up. I just want to be able to speak the
truth when I’m asked about the situation.
After the meeting I went upstairs to have
lunch with the group from central Texas that is staying in the retreat
center. They are led by the guy who
brought his family down after Hurricane Ike and helped us work on our
house. He was the infamous Tarzan
impersonator. (Movie reference number two)
Not for his blood-curdling yell or his relationships with monkeys. He strapped harnesses on himself and trimmed
up a lot of the dead trees around our house.
His wife held onto his safety rope for dear life (his), and his kids
swept our deck and picked up leaves and things outside. Great family.
I didn’t get to see Ferrel this time, though. His ministry group was late getting back from
their site. But I did get to see the
rest of the family and meet some of the other folks.
From there I headed back to the other end
of the island to the hospital. The
husband of one of the wedding coordinators (Aren’t
there some movies about wedding coordinators out there on the Lifetime
channel?) I work with extensively at
the San Luis Hotel has been hospitalized since May with severe pancreatitis. She finally told me about it this past
weekend. They have been to Seaside as
well, so as far as I’m concerned, they are “one of us.” He was in pretty bad shape, but looks like he
is on the positive side of his recovery.
He has advanced to the physical therapy part, and he has a long way to
go to regain muscle tone. He seemed
grateful that I came, and he was more than willing for me to pray for him.
My next stop was fire station one. (Now I
know there are some fire department TV shows.
We watched one last season that Nathan made fun of) The engine was out on a call when I got
there, so I went up to see the chief and his administrative assistant. The chief signed me into their system for
viewing calls that come into the department.
It involved getting an app for my phone and him assigning me an entry
code. He also told me about an app that
would give me a thirty second delayed replay of the actual dispatch call. Now I have a way to determine if I can make it
to some of the calls and see the fire fighters in action. I’m looking forward to that. He also approved me to do ride-alongs with
the crews pretty much whenever I want.
All I have to do is notify his office so they can notify the battalion
chief and captains. Still no word on my
uniform, though. That is sure taking a
long time. I was fitted on April 16th. I think I would switch companies or
something. I did get to see the guys on shift.
They returned from the call before I left.
My final destination was supposed to be
Randall’s to pick up some prescriptions for Mom. But I forgot to go. Well, I remembered as I pulled
into the driveway, so I poked my head inside to let Chris know where I was
going and made that quick trip. While I was
out I decided to stop at WalMart and get some fruit and some chocolate
milk. Fruit was no problem, but sold out
of chocolate milk. This time when I pulled
into the driveway I realized that I had left my daytimer calendar book in the
cart when I unloaded. So it was back out
again. It was right where I left it in
the cart in one of those cart-catchers in the parking lot. By the time I got home I was beat. (This
episode felt more like I was living in a goofy, slapstick sit-com. All that was missing was Moe or Curly
slapping me upside the head).
Sigh. Ain’t life in the ministry
grand?
Psalms 99:2-3 says, “Great is the Lord in Zion; he is exalted over all the nations. Let them praise your great and awesome name — he
is holy.”
Father, thank you for adding a touch of the
great and awesome in the midst of my mundane days. Amen.
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