I woke up to the sound of thunder this morning. I have missed that so much. I wanted to be able to stay in bed while the rain pounded on the roof and the thunder rumbled above. Unfortunately that was not to be. It was a magnificent display though.
We have started an intensive series of personality tests for the school. Normally I am not that enthused about things like that, it is interesting but I don't care for the pigeonholing. Much to my surprise I am enjoying this one. I am actually disappointed to miss part of the class next week. It is the night of the Coming Home Parade and the bank has a "float". I have float in quotation marks because my definition of a float and their defination is different. I will be on candy duty that night and try to hit the public with tootsie rolls. I suggested tomatos but they aren't going for it. I wanted to re-enact the tomato parade they have in Spain.
James preached at a church in the southern part of the state last week. It is one of those old country churches. Beside the door was a plaque that read 1904. I could almost feel the history seeping out of the pews. How many generations of people have gone there to worship God? People in the little country churches always seem so friendly and happy to see you. A good example for those of us in "town" churches. To many times we want to visit with our friends and miss the strangers sitting among us.
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