At this moment, the time is 8:24 and we, mostly Evie honestly, are preparing to host our first house gathering in, as far as I can tell, slightly more than three months.
The house looks fairly nice. All of the detritus of my parents' move is safely out of sight. And, because Evie's preparing a classic Thanksgiving meal, it smells wonderful.
One complication: Our heat pump went on the fritz a few days ago and the guy we use to maintain it is, inexplicably, on vacation until after Thanksgiving and we've decided to tough it out. We have a fireplace that makes a pretty fire more than it produces heat and we figured that the heat produced by cooking and body heat will keep everyone comfortable. Yesterday the high temperature was 69 but, by about 8:00, it was snowing and now its in the 30s, cloudy and windy and the temperature inside is currently 67.
I'm looking forward to gathering because I think that one reason Evie and I haven't been sacrificing enough lately is that the gatherings we have had have not been in a home and, therefore, have not lent themselves to the spurring of each other on to love and good works.
I pick up the folks from the home in about an hour...
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Well, the temperature peaked inside at 70 degrees, the meal was tasty and it was nice having the gang back in our home.
Two of the guys from the home missed. One, the guy I call Bennie has a very bad cold. Our friend Ward, though, has had a mild stroke and is in a rehab setting.
Our Word time, which is usually very powerful, wasn't today. It was interactive as usual and centered around the theme of thankfulness.
Sadly, our sixth grader, was filling us on the real, politically correct, story of the first Thanksgiving, which he accepts.
Bizarre!
With that in the background, it was difficult to get to a biblical concept of giving thanks.
Still, being together in our home base was sweet.
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