This video is emblamatic of nothing. I just thought it was really cool. And for anyone who’s spent as much time in San Francisco as I have, it’s fun to see some old sights.
Parents: do not let your teenage sons watch this video. It might be the end of the “mommobile” if you allow that to happen. (I cannot imagine now trying this in 1977 with my mom’s Ford Granada, but I sure would have tried it back then.)
Worship service
Church is different things to different people. For some people it’s the worship service at a conference of Christian writers.
To others, it’s a Cathedral with a majestic altar.
Cathedral
Maybe for you it’s putting on your Sunday best and heading off to the local church where you spend a couple of hours singing with the choir, listening to the pastor and then opening up the doors of the church for people to accept Jesus. 
It might be worshiping in the rough cut hut of a rainforest chapel while on a missions trip.
Hut church.
Perhaps, it was meeting with other Christians in a small restaurant where you joined your voices together in song and praise after a great meal.
Restaurant church
Then again, it might be meatloaf church. Earlier this week I posted a recipe for meatloaf that was designed to serve 300 people. That’s every bit as much of a church service as any of the above. In Matthew 25:37-40 Jesus explicitly addresses the need to take care of our brothers and sisters who are hungry. I like that church most of all.
Meatloaf Church
Friends of mine, Bob and his wife Patricia are stewards of that little corner of Christianity. They bought a church a while back and use the proceeds from the business they own to provide tutoring programs and host meals for the people we are commanded to care for in this life. Bob and Pat, with the able help of a cast of dozens (especially Pam, Pat’s sister) put on a “good neighbor meal” every second and final Saturday of the month at that church. Bob’s not the pastor, he lets a couple of local congregations use the building each week, and a bunch of other groups and churches come in biweekly and do the meals.
That’s a part of “Church” in the Biblical sense. It’s serving your fellow man as though he was Christ. It’s doing those good works in a tangible way. It’s being footsore, stiff, sweaty, overheated, and suffering from dish-pan hands while making, serving, and cleaning up after a meal. It means a personal investment above and beyond just footing the bill. That’s church as well.
I hope that you will consider doing this act of kindness in your own life. Find a kitchen for the poor. Don’t wait for Thanksgiving or Christmas, do it this month. The poor are with us always… I have that on good authority. And they’re hungry, hot, tired, and unloved year round. You can help with three of the four by joining a local church or civic group to meet this need. If you’re in the Twin Cities area, leave a comment here and I’ll put you in touch with the right people, get the ball rolling, and even provide you with some ideas for meals.
You can do it by yourself, you can organize your friends and family to help and contribute, or you can just wander on in (after we talk) to help out with a meal someone else is providing.
The cost is pretty reasonable: $500 or less to feed 300 people. That means that you can shell out $250 (on average a little bit closer to $300) to feed 150 people, our usual turnout. I quote the 300 figure because we’re getting better at preparing meals for future dates and freezing them until we’re ready. There’s a huge economy of scale in doing things bulk style. Once you’re ready, we’ll help you scale it up.
All I ask is that you pray and reflect on this request. And then just leave a comment. If you’d like to remain anonymous, make sure you mention that in your comment and I won’t publish it.
This morning I escaped from work and walked out the doors to find a beautiful Minnesota morning in progress. The humidity and heat had broken and it was “normal” for July.
I tucked my overly large frame into the Explorer and headed for the house. After releasing the hounds I took my tablet and my breakfast outside and sat on the large patio to savor the gift God had delivered in the weather department.
Breakfast? It was rhubarb crisp and rhubarb pie nestled in the container and a second container with whipped topping.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, Rhubarb, Walt Longmire, happy.
Compliments of my coworker Brenda.
Once the dogs had finished their business they ambled over to the patio. Ed crawled under the chair
My boy, Edzell.
and waited to be loved. Maisie sat quietly and offered her snout for nuzzling.
Nothing better than a nose rub.
I read my book, loved my dogs and realized that my blessings are too numerous to count.
Thanks, God. It was a nice morning.
I just saw a female Chief Petty Officer on the television while watching Fox and Friends. The first thought through my mind was, “She’s a cute kid.”
That’s it. I’m over the hill.
On a serious note, it is with deep reverence and pride in our military that on this day, the day of our liberation, I extend my thanks to all who serve, have served, and will serve in the future. We are free because of your service to this nation. Please accept my gratitude.
And, Chief, if you read this, you are cute. And young enough to be my daughter.
I’m off the rest of the day to nap. Then I’ll have my mashed vegetables and drool for a while.
Happy Liberation Day to all of you.
