On a Sunday morning I watched on TV the unrehearsed whole congregation Christmas Pageant at College Mennonite Church. You may watch it by clicking here and scroll 12 minutes into the service if you wish to start at the beginning of the pageant . On Sunday afternoon I listened to Krista Tippitt’s interview of two Buddists who exalted Jesus for teaching his followers to love their enemies. News of MCC’s service in Syria reminded me that Rhoda and I were hosts to a young Syrian during a Christmas week many years ago. He questioned us about our faith and commented in amazement: I never thought I would meet someone who didn’t believe in fighting. I wonder where that young man is now, and if he is still living.
Temperatures intrigue me. A few day ago in Goshen the temperature was 11 degrees below zero which was eleven degrees colder than Barrow, Alaska which is the northern most public community in Alaska. That same day the temperature was 70 degrees in Florida. Of course I would rather ponder my way south to Tampa/Sarasota than think of points north. I recalled several items of significance that I should have included in previous posts. One was a picture of Pastor Roy Williams. The other was of young women doing a mime of joy in the service.
Rachel told me that she had discovered a friend in the dining room under the table. I looked and saw a small Gecko that looked like he was dead or dying. Rachel said she knew it was alive because it changed its location during the night. The last morning we were in the home she took the gecko in her hand and relocated it in a bush outside the house. When we checked on him later he was gone. He must have hidden from the sunlight. That’s my daughter. Concerned for the small things around her.
On the last morning in Florida, Eldon and I made a quick trip to Sunnyside to try to catch nurse Debbie Smith in her office. As Eldon and I drove into the parking area Debbie arrived at the same time, as though it was meant to be. I wanted to tell her that I continue to “eat my blueberries” as she taught me. So I got a hug (and a kiss on the cheek) from Debbie. Now I was ready to begin moving toward Indiana. Another friend that I met unexpectedly was Elam Hertzler. He and I were on train that took us to California during Civilian Public Service in World War II. There are so many other friends that I regret not seeing.
Friends are precious though
human or other creature
though near or distant