Big work day for me yesterday. I started work on the sermon for Sunday. I actually figured up that I have three more sermons to prepare for before the Big Exit. Best to get started now.
Kel
called and we started work in earnest on the Christmas Eve service for … hey,
that’s this Friday, isn’t it? He has
arranged an order of service, and we divvied up the portions of it. He asked if I would like to do another of my
legendary Christmas stories. Those have showed
up at random times over the years. Many
of them take an animal’s point of view.
Some have been about children. I
think one even came from the perspective of a sculpt up on a shelf. Many times the story revealed a clue about
what the Christmas carving that I do for Chris every year would be. I got started on that assignment right
away. Lots to do at the computer over the
next few days.
Last
night we pulled out some of the Christmas gifts we have purchased already. Nope.
Not done yet. Chris will reassess
and reevaluate a time or two before our family gathers for our Christmas
fun. And that won’t happen until the
week after the actual Christmas. Keep
those ideas a-comin’.
We
got one of those “Notice of non-insurance” letters the other day. Is that even a word – “non-insurance”? All it is, is a reminder letter to pay your
insurance premium. It’s not late or
anything. Just giving you a thinly
veiled threat about the horror that will occur should you indeed allow it to
expire. And this one was from the Texas
Windstorm Insurance Association (Is that what TWIA stands for?), so the
hidden implication is … if you don’t renew now, we will send a hurricane to
your house and knock it completely down to the foundation. Then we’ll send a flood to destroy that, since
your flood insurance is due on the same day … and you haven’t paid it yet,
either. Whew. Better get that check in the mail. We only have eighteen days to avoid the unthinkable.
Matthew
1:21 says, “She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name
Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.”
Father,
thank you that with you we don’t have to worry about “the unthinkables” of the
world around us. You are our peace and
all we really need. Amen.
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