My new favorite word of the week is Mobberly. Come on. You know you want to say it, don’t you? Mobberly. We went to Mobberly Baptist Church yesterday. It’s where our hosts for the day, Matt and April, attend. The music part of their worship was led by a group of three sisters who call their group The Purple Hulls. The reason behind the name comes from their purple pea farm. Hmm purple peas. Sounds nasty. But the girls were really good. They played bass fiddle, banjo, mandarin, and guitar. Impressive.
The pastor’s sermon was on Hell. Simple points:
- Hell is real
- Hell is just
- Hell is horrible
- Hell is eternal
- Hell is avoidable.
Good preaching. Boatloads of people. They worship in a huge auditorium. Our service was nearly full, and they had already had two other services. Made me miss the Seaside intimacy, for sure.
After church we went back to the Willert’s for lunch. Matt grilled some really good smash burgers. They also went to McDonald’s and got a big bagful of fries for AnnaGrace. We really enjoyed chatting with the different family members. So glad Josh and Christi have such close friends.
The final leg (at least to Waco) finally got underway around four. It was “only” a 3 hour trip this time (as Luke announced, triumphantly). And the trip went pretty smoothly. Well, except for a few of the roads with bumps that rivaled the roller coasters at Dollywood.
Zak and Lindsay had bought some pizzas for dinner for us all, so we had quite the feast awaiting us. It was fun to hear AnnaGrace tell them about her goats and other fun things she saw and did.
Finally, Lindsay left for home, we juggled car positions, and unloaded the luggage. That wonder-bed of theirs never looked so good.
Romans 8:18 says, For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is going to be revealed to us.
Father, thank you for a good, safe trip. We know you were riding with us all the way. Amen.
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