Noteworthy

B: Has been to Florida and back, where he helped his parents move.  They closed on their house.  They await their new digs within a few months.  We couldn't be more pleased by how smoothly it went.

Bryan met the new owner of his parent's house, a man who came by every single day to. . .to what?  Check up on the house?  Probably, he was just excited about it.

This man is wealthy.  In addition to making refurbishing plans for the house (which shall serve as a guest house to his big house on an adjoining lot) he and his wife are also busy outfitting their new jet.  The pilot they have hired to fly the jet wanted the job, but couldn't take it because his house in Las Vegas was underwater on its mortgage.

The rich man wanted this pilot, and not another, so he bought the guy's house at the underwater price.

My question:  Has anyone shared the Gospel with this guy?  For what will it profit him to be so wealthy--nice though he may be, philanthropic, even--to have so much of the world and yet have no redeemer of his soul? 


G: Some her friends on the cul-de-sac are walking around with cell phones now.  I do not know if they are operational or just toys.  I don't want to know. 

Gemma saw this, then sat down one evening for a fit of industry.  Out of paper, she fashioned a laptop, cell phone, holder for both with additional pockets and a wallet that fit into one of them. 

It was so cute.  And I was so proud.  My mother did the exact same thing when she was Gemma's age--minus the laptop and cell phone.  Just paper and glue!  This is all their little minds need.


J:  He went grocery shopping with me last week, which included a swing through the PX to check for any outrageous post-valentine's sales. 

We found, instead, a two-pack of light sabers marked 75% off.  This made the price of these really great.  I said to him, "But you already have a light saber." 

He looked at me with a certain expression, the words for which will come a few years later, the thought of which seemed to be there.  "You can never have too many light sabers. . ." 

Then this expression changed and he got strategical about it, "Then we'll have one for Gemma."

Fair enough. 

Even better, now there is enough for someone to fight him while he's holding two. You would think this would be enough for him to defend himself.  But while I was going after him, and had him backed into a corner.  He dropped one saber and shot his hand out at me with a great grimace and squinty eyes.

I paused.

"Force push!" he shouted at me. 

Geez.


Finally, something on a completely different track, it's something serious.  Something you should prepare yourself for.  It might mean something to you today, or one day. . .

A new child started coming to Cubbies.  I'll change her name to Kayla.  She is now in a loving foster family (seeking to adopt her), having come from a horrible, horrible, unspeakable background of abuse. 

Her new father told us a remarkable story:

When Kayla joined her new family, her new parents told her about Jesus.  He asked, "Do you know who Jesus is?"

Kayla is 4 years old.  She thought for a moment and said, "Oh. . . He must have been the one who kept it from hurting too much, but I never knew his name."