It has been a busy Christmas this year, the house full of kids and grandkids. It is beginning to slow down but the house is a bit of a mess and there is left over food almost spilling out of the fridge. I guess I should not have to cook for this next week unless we get sick of left overs.
It has been a bit chaotic and the stillness of a quiet house will be welcome.
This afternoon, Rachelle’s bunch left for Saskatoon where Asen and Ronin were to board a plane for Vancouver. They just called and the flight was cancelled so are on their way back. That means another trip to Saskatoon tomorrow morning and then another to Saskatoon the following day to get Rachelle to the airport. I realize that some people commute to and from work for what is a 90 minute drive – but we don’t and all this driving is tiring and disruptive to the day at the very least. Oh well, life on the prairies.
I am trying to read a very thick text on the history of our denomination for my January class that starts in a week and a half. Have a short paper to write too. I am strangely unambitious. Maybe it is a surfeit of food and sweet treats but I seem to fall asleep in my chair as I read.
There are some days when it almost seems as if a subtle shift happens in the universe. Well, maybe not in the universe as much as in me. It is as if I am suddenly looking at a familiar scene but it has shifted slightly and I can now see it from a new angle. And it looks different. Brighter maybe. Clearer perhaps.
I have felt some of this over the past 24 hours. I’ve gone from one side of the picture to another, one which gives me a better perspective. And so in some things that make me despair, especially things that seem broken and unfixable, I begin to see in the whole situation some of the wonder of what it means to just be human and vulnerable and imperfect. But still loved.
Amazing, really. And wonderful.
Tonight we had a wonderful staff party and I had fun. Maybe I drank a bit more wine than usual. But it was good wine, good company and good food.
Thank you God for all these good things about life.
I bought our Christmas turkey today. The flyer advertized the price at $0.99 a pound. The fine print says the turkeys weigh 5 to 7 Kilos.
5 to 7 Kilos. At seven kgs I would have had to buy at least two. There was also a whopping big bird in the chest. Almost 12 kgs. About the right size for the hordes that will descend on our home Christmas Eve – especially since I supplement it with a ham and tourtiere.
I will not have room to cook two birds in my oven at once. Definitely not. So, I put the big bird in the cart and proceeded to finish my shopping. The price at the till was not what I expected – closer to $5 a kilo! But it will feed us all so I looked on the bright side and pay the birds weight in gold. I think that to be fair they should at least discount the first 7 kilos of the bird. Or maybe I should read the fine print in the flyer more closely before I go shopping.
Kim at Connexions offers a story – and a pretty interesting one – that is timely at Advent.
How like this shepherd we are. More like this one than we are like the Good Shepherd.
Food for thought. Enjoy.
It was a great day. We celebrated paying off the mortgage on our church building. Thirty years or so. It started in 1980 with only $5000 raised. We are not a big congregation and we are not wealthy. We did it by keeping at it and by the grace of God.
I’ve put up a set of photos from today on Flikr. You can check them out here.
We shared in a banquet today and had a great time.