I
guess I haven’t mentioned much about the conference itself. The business was all very … boring. All straightforward maintenance stuff like
electing officers and adopting resolutions to thank the venue and the people
who worked on the convention committee.
I did hear that they are moving it to Arlington next year. We did hear a pretty good sermon, though. It took a while for the guy to get
started. He was kind of intimidated by
his preaching professor being in the audience, but once he stopped worrying
about “proper style” and just went to preaching, he was really good. He had three or four lists of points, but one
thing I thought was catchy: “When we allow what’s ABOVE us to get IN us, only
then can we handle what’s AROUND us.”
Yep.
Before
I go any further, just to make things perfectly clear … AnnaGrace did say
DadDad. Numerous times. Appropriately. That and her all in style of taking a break (just flopping down on the carpet on her back
with her arms out to the side) captured my heart. Luke showed his creative side. He was playing with a pirate ship when
suddenly a giant whale (I suppose they
have a Jonah play set or something) leapt from the depths and landed on the
masts of the schooner. The pirates did
their best to fight against him, but to no avail. Caleb and I had a run-in while playing a card
game (The name of the game had something to
do with exterminating vermin in a certain northern African country). Part of the excitement involved being the
first one to slap the cards when a double is played (like two jacks in a row). He
leaned way over into my line of attack, so the next time a double showed up, I smushed
his face into the ottoman we were using as a table. Sure surprised him, but we laughed about that
all the way up until I did it again. And
again. And again. Speaking of card games, Zak displayed his
victory dance for us. His Daddy told him
he couldn’t swing his hips in any way, so he figured out a way to
compensate. And he looked like a TV
star. No, not in general. A very specific TV star. Remember Erkel? Picture him.
Hips pushed out in front, head down, arms stiff as a board. And then the arms move back and forth,
allegedly in time to the music, but if anyone is watching the music becomes
irrelevant. It’s too funny a sight to
bother with things like timing. And
timing was not really a factor in his other dance move, one he called The
Seizure. No explanation necessary. The dancing segment was even better when Zak
took it upon himself to train Luke in proper techniques. That
we have a video of. All three of them in
dance mode. Great fun.
Eccl
3:1 & 4 says, “There is an appointed
time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven —
4 A time to weep and a time to laugh; A
time to mourn and a time to dance.”
Father,
thank you for the unbridled fun of three brothers dancing. Amen.
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