I’m going to go out on a blogging limb here and tell you what we did this weekend.
Friday night my cousin graduated from high school. Due to the weather, the school moved the ceremony indoors and each student was given 6 guest tickets. Now this is just my opinion, but the only thing worse than sitting on concrete stadium seating through a May graduation ceremony in Alabama is sitting in a sweltering gymnasium crammed with sweaty people for a graduation ceremony. And the only thing worse than sitting in a sweltering gymnasium for graduation is sitting in the library watching it on closed-circuit t.v.
We would be there, but we wouldn’t really be there.
So, I voted for spending graduation at home and attending the graduation party which followed the ceremony. It was a late night for our family, but it was fun to spend the evening with a very excited and hopeful graduate and all of her equally excited and hopeful girlfriends.
And what a unique bunch of young women! The only one I knew personally was my cousin, but they let me sit outside with them and listen to their conversation. All they could talk about was Jesus and how they wanted to live their lives for Him. Their conversation made me very happy and I was glad my daughters listened, too.
My mother was listening. She made a comment to me about how wonderful it is to see so many young girls so alive and excited about God.
My immediate reaction was to bite her head off for never supporting me when I was a young woman. “Why didn’t you ever encourage me? Why were you so eager to mock me? You never once encouraged me in my faith!”
By God’s grace I held my tongue and asked God to forgive me. I was really cut by her comment, but quickly realized how good it is that my mom can see young women who want to serve God and not hate them, that God is answering decades-old prayers of mine. That’s a good thing, and I won’t be bitter about what I didn’t have from her.
Saturday morning we went to the home of a sweet family we know from church. Mark, the husband/father, is passionate about sharing the gospel. I am so thankful that we are getting to know him and his family; I need Christians like them in my life. He is hosting The Way of the Master evangelism course in his home every Saturday. Before class, Jill makes yummy pancakes.
Anyway, Saturday morning he and Josh (another young man from our church) went to the mall to share the gospel. They used the icebreakers from Way of the Master and were able to share the gospel with several people.
I was really put off by the icebreakers at first, thinking they were supposed to be actual gospel tracts. But once I learned how to use them, I realized that they are for my benefit more than anything else.
Our homework assignment the previous week was to say, “Hello,” to 10 strangers. I didn’t do it. I just don’t get out much. And when I do I’m so focused on what I have to do (and keeping my four kids near me) that I don’t talk to anyone. Besides, I’m such a regular at Publix that I don’t see the clerks there as strangers. When we say “Hello,” to one another it’s usually followed by, “Did you forget something?” I’m there a lot. Publix is the only place I went last week.
So, I’m going to try again this week. I’m going to go somewhere besides the grocery store.
Saturday afternoon was rainy, too. We stayed indoors. I don’t remember doing anything significant. We watched a movie, The Count of Monte Cristo. We watched the newer one with Jim Caviezel. I didn’t like it as much as I remember liking the old one with Richard Chamberlain. I decided that I need to read the book.
Sunday was another rainy day. We went to church. I taught the K-1st grade class. I was reminded of how much I enjoy teaching. Since high school I’ve taught every age group except the senior adults. I don’t have a favorite age to which I feel especially called. I just love to teach.
I walked through my garden after church and found a squash ready to cut. When I brought it inside to show everyone, Karl said, “That’s a firstfruit, you have to give it to God.”
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked. “Take it across the street to Keith?” (Our pastor lives across the street). “How ’bout I eat it with thanksgiving instead!”
I took a short nap before choir practice.
After church Sunday night, we ate dinner and watched another movie. This time we watched The Scarlet Pimpernel. I really like this story! The ending is different from the ending of the book, but it’s just as good.
Benjamin was really exciting about it when I told him it that it takes place during the French Revolution. About half way through he asked, “When is it going to show the raining of the Bastille?”
“The time of the movie is set during the French Revolution. It’s not going to show everything about the French Revolution. And it’s the storming of the Bastille,” I answered, “not the raining.”
It did rain a lot this weekend. We had a good laugh over that one.