We
started our day early again yesterday.
We attended a funeral in Houston for a gentleman from our way-back past. When we were at Langwood Baptist Church back
in our early years of college (my first
youth pastor position), Joe was the church treasurer, a deacon, and as I
recall, a pretty decent church league softballer. He had three kids, so I got to know them as well. It was good to see the kids, Connie and
Rhonda and Mike, and their families, his wife Mary Nan, and a lot of the old
crowd from that era at Langwood. Most of
them even recognized me. Well, all of
them did except for one guy. Gary
assured me it was because he was getting old.
Nothing to do with my long, flowing, gray locks and white Santa-ish
beard, I’m sure. On the other side of
that particular coin, though, his son recognized me, but had to introduce
himself. Last time I saw him he was
about three years old. Now Keith towers
over me like Aaron Judge over Jose Altuve.
There was one lady who looked very familiar to me, but I couldn’t come
up with her name for the life of me.
Made me feel even worse when she told me she recognized me when she saw the
back of my head during the service.
Ouch. Mrs. MacBee finally helped
me out with her name, though. Very sweet
lady, I might add. Bo, one of the kids
in that youth group when I was there who later became Langwood’s pastor, did a
fine job leading the service. You know what, folks? How about next time we do this in the form of
a youth group reunion or something rather than a funeral?
I got
to cross something off my personal bucket list yesterday. I never even realized it was on the list
until yesterday, actually. On the way
back from the funeral we stopped at a restaurant called Red Robin. Browsing through the menu I was stopped cold
by one description, and I just couldn’t get away from it. They called it the Red Robin Special or some
such nonsense. What it was, was a
hamburger topped with bacon and a sunnyside up egg on top. Never had a hamburger with bacon and eggs on
top before. Now I have (Well, I could only finish half of it, but I
knocked off the rest of it for supper).
The combination of tastes was quite interesting. I’m not sure I would order it again. Chris says it’s a heart attack waiting to
happen. But I can check that one off the
list.
Since
we were already in Texas we stopped at a few places to do some Christmas
shopping. I know, I know. It’s the week before Christmas. Why are we waiting so late? Well, if you had lived with Bethlehem Market
preparations for the last few months, followed closely by hosting a church Christmas
party, and then a trip to Alvin to deliver presents to some great families, all
wrapped up between day to day operations and preparations for Sundays, you
might be a little late getting to certain things as well. Wouldn’t trade any of it, though. We even got home in time to watch a Hallmark
movie. I’ve started sneaking a kiss from
Chris (of course) whenever the
characters on the movie have their Hallmark kiss moment. Most of the time it’s the very last scene
after the misunderstandings have all been cleared up (Hey, the plots aren’t all that different). But it’s been fun to do the whole mistletoe
without the mistletoe action. I love
that girl.
Psalms
18:30 says, “For who is God besides the
Lord? And who is the Rock except our
God?”
Father,
be with the Tisdell family as they walk through missing their father and
husband and grandpa and friend. Amen.
1 comment:
Reunion sounds good to me too!!
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