I got
a pretty strong start on Palm Sunday preparations yesterday. Well, on the sermon prep part, anyway. I still have to collect some palm branches
from the trees around here and turn them into fronds and palm crosses. I usually make about a hundred of each, so a
bit of work remains out there for me.
On my
break from computer study, I joined Chris on the house painting front. Gotta love it when you find something you can
do together, right? She was hard at work
on the white trim and eaves. I took on
the actual bulk of the house, the gray that looks like blue color. I finished one side of the house and most of
the porch. That still leaves me to
finish up the porch, continue on around the windows in front, and do the
complete east side of the house. This
morning while I do some more computer work, Chris is going after the eaves on
the west side while there is shade over there.
Then she plans to work her way around the front, doing eaves and trim as
she goes. We’ll probably end up needing
another gallon of the white paint she is using.
Still not sure about the gray/blue, though. It has a primer built in, so it covers better
than the white does. We’ll see when I
get further into my chore.
Last
night we went into Texas to watch Josiah play a baseball game. Let me say up front, he did a great job. Got a hit that knocked in a run. Made a great tag out at second base … while
he was the first baseman. Almost took a
throw for a putout at first, too. Very
close play. There were a lot of issues
about the game, though. The rules for
the league (tee ball/coach pitch combined) state that each batter gets three
pitches from his coach. If he doesn’t
hit one of those, then he gets two off of the tee. After that he is out. The opposing team totally ignored that
rule. Each of their kids batted until
they hit something, then were allowed to stay on base even if they had been put
out. And they kept batting until they scored
the maximum five runs. It felt like we
had stumbled into a Twilight Zone of YMCA baseball where the rules were ignored
but at least nobody’s feelings were to be hurt.
That’s OK, mind you, but not when the express purpose of the league is
to teach the kids what it is like to strike out and make successful putouts in
the field … in essence, what baseball is actually like. OK.
That’s the end of my rant for the day.
Way to go, Josiah. You did great
last night.
2 Timothy
3:16-17 says, “All Scripture is
God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in
righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good
work.”
Father,
thank you for those youngsters. Help
them to learn the baseball lessons. In
baseball, like life, there are some strike outs and near misses, but they only
serve to make the hits you provide that much sweeter. Amen.
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