Tuesday, December 8, 2015

December 8 – “Lights on the Water”

We took advantage of a very special treat last night.  The Galveston Baptist Association treated the local pastors and their wives to a free dinner cruise aboard the Colonel Paddlewheel Boat that operates out of Moody Gardens.  It’s one of those quaint tourist attractions that we just have never tried before.  The boat leaves the Moody Gardens dock and makes a circle around Offats Bayou.  Or in our case I think it made two or three circles.  We were on board for around three hours. 

The ride itself was fine, as boat rides go.  It was big enough that you really couldn’t even tell you were moving unless you looked out the window (unlike the ferry ride to Bolivar).  Of course for some folks, that was not the best option.  Chris had a little bit of trouble, and at least one of the other wives spent most of the journey with her head down, staring at the table.  The sensation of movement from the lights on shore made her dizzy and a bit seasick.  Chris didn’t get sick, though.  Just dizzy a time or two.  She’s a trooper.  And speaking of lights, that was absolutely the way to see the Christmas Festival of Lights over at Moody Gardens.  Ordinarily you have to walk a little over a mile through their midst (and that is still an impressive way to do it).  But to be able to sit in comfort, or walk around on deck hand in hand with the one you love, and have the boat take you by the lights with their reflections bouncing off the water, was really a memorable experience.  Honestly, though, without the lights, once around the bayou would be plenty, just to say you have done it.

The dinner was catered by Joe’s Barbeque out of Alvin.  The brisket didn’t have a whole lot of flavor, but the smoked turkey was some of the best I have ever eaten.  And it came with sides of beans and potato salad and coleslaw and a slab of cake for dessert, so there was plenty of food.  The first two entertainers the organizers contacted couldn’t come, so we were regaled by the third stringer (his words, not mine).  He was a local worship pastor.  He sang really well, and his backups (an uncle on piano and his son on bass) complemented him really well.  Most of his fare was Christmas song oriented, as expected, but one of my favorite segments came when he sang as an Elvis impersonator (He did Elvis way better than he did Burl Ives.  Oh, and the fake hair and sideburns made it work).  As goofy as that one was, though, it wasn’t my favorite.  No, no.  That came when he donned a sock puppet.  Yep.  Sock puppet with a hole in its face.  And that hole was the source of a few “holey” jokes and puns.  The puppet didn’t stick around long, and I for one hated to see him go.  Maybe I can get him to come preach at Seaside sometime …

1 Peter 1:3-5 says, “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade — kept in heaven for you, who through faith are shielded by God's power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.”


Father, thank you for the simple beauty of a light’s reflection on the water.  Amen.

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