Strange Kids Party vs Church

So my son’s baseball team was invited to one of the team mate’s party. The invitation said 10am, so we get here at 10am and no n one is here. Wondering if we were pranked, we stay a few more minutes and another team mate drove up, wondering where everyone was. Then we knew it wasn’t just us. So we left to get breakfast and come back. Getting back close to 11am, people were here and I am now sitting at the most disorganized and boring party I have ever been to with the rudest hostess. And the bathrooms are locked so she must not have asked the park to unlock the bathrooms. Even with all that, the few kids not scared by all that ugly are making the most of it. Harder on the parents, I think. I say all this because it looks am trend feels shabby. I doubt parents will bring their kids to another of the parties. And it made me think of many of the churches I have attended. Some of them had rude people to greet you, we’re not punctual, we’re disorganized and they are surprised no one comes back. And the stakes are higher, may mean the difference between someone being saved from sin or not. When we are presenting the gospel, we have a responsibility to be a good host, a friendly one with a plan for everyone’s comfort and needs. Presentation may mean the difference in someone staying to hear the good news or leaving for a more welcoming place that may bot teach God’s truth. Just something to think about.

Editing the Body

I am from a largish family. I don’t mean quantity, really. We are all with biggish tendencies, adipose blessed, I prefer to call it. I am a short person, so although the numbers on the scale seem just about right for someone my age, that is only really true were about 5-6 inches taller. And to top it off, I have given birth to two children and am now in peri-menopause. All that being said, I have to edit my body from time to time as I edit my books or songs in order to be sure I am presenting them in the best light. I am afraid that I have had the light off too long and thus am once again in edit mode. So, editing my body consists of my continued brisk morning half hour walk. And to add fuel to the fodder, I am doing an intestinal cleanse for 7 days. It is the old fashioned kind with raw fruits and veggies, etc. And of course truck loads of water. So, here we go in edit mode. I must be a good steward of the body God designed for me as well as the other blessings placed in my care. Why? Because it is nice. And because I want to be an appreciative soul and not a whiner. The world has way too many of those right now. Also, if I were to take great care in making something for someone, I would be so sad if they just trampled it under foot. I certainly don’t want to be a cause of sadness to God who made me that way. Even if I think He may have been a little too generous with my adipose blessing, I will smile and do the work of editing to present everything He gave me as a reflection of my respect for His work. Then when we are all in heaven, I will just smile proudly that the troublesome adipose layer is discarded for good in favor of blissful freedom of the soul. 🙂