So I was sitting with Grandma tonight and was treated to a play by play commentary of what was going on in the horror film she was watching. Much noted was the fact that the main character kept walking very slowly around the house while scary music was playing.

Grandma: "If I was her I'd turn and run out of that house. No, wait--I'd wheel out of there in my wheelchair."

Earlier in the film: "Well, I could've done that role--all she does is walk around. On second thought, I can't do that too well either."

Muffin

A couple of weeks ago I spent the day with my aunt (Grandma's sister) and took her to visit her cousin. When we got home and were making dinner, my aunt was looking through a dresser for something. Well, she pulled out one of the drawers, pointed to a tin can and said nonchalantly, "Oh, there's Muffin."

I tried not to fall over as I realized what she had said. You see, Muffin was her dog and now resides in a small tin can in the drawer. Could've knocked me over--I never have heard of someone cremating an animal.

Here's a convicting statement:

Christ's call is to save the lost, not the stiff-necked; He came not to call scoffers but sinners to repentance; not to build and furnish comfortable chapels, churches, and cathedrals at home in which to rock Christian professors to sleep by means of clever essays, stereotyped prayers, and artistic musical performances, but to capture men from the devil's clutches and the very jaws of Hell. This can be accomplished only by a red-hot, unconventional, unfettered devotion, in the power of the Holy Spirit, to the Lord Jesus Christ.

--C.T. Studd (English missionary to China, India, and Africa. 1860-1931)

Kids

This weekend I babysat the 5 year old and the (almost) 3 year old while the parents went on an overnight getaway. I'd have to say that all three of us thoroughly enjoyed it. It amazes me how easy it is to keep little children occupied and interested in something. The three year was quite content sliding down the slide at the playground many times in a row, each time proclaiming, "again!" or "catch me Gina!"

The 5 year old is working on reading. We were coloring at the kitchen table and she was lamenting that she couldn't read the words printed on an advertisement, so I started writing her sentences that should could figure out. It was a blast--I absolutely loved working with her on reading. I would never want to have to teach a whole classroom full of kids how to read, but one on one I'd take probably most any day.

It amazes me how the Lord can use kids to humble me. We were going to the store and the 5 year old was taking Jesus pictures to hand out to people. At one point she asked me if my Mom knew Jesus. I said I didn't know. She said, "well, why don't you ask her?"

So...yeah. Nothing like the straightforward talk from a 5 year old who has a heart to share Jesus. No beating around the bush or not saying something out of fear of offending someone. Perhaps we could all learn a lesson from that.

Yikes!

July is sure flying by! It is a bit scary how fast the summer is going. In another month I hope to be moved/moving into my Grandmother's house, but there is still much to do before then. Right now we are prepping the walls to paint one of the two bedrooms I will be taking over. In a couple of weeks the hardwood floors downstairs will be finished and then we can really start moving things along!

Huh?

As I was sorting through my Bible study and Christian living books, I came across this passage in an introduction to the Layman's Bible Book Commentary, Volume 3, "It is based on the conviction that the Bible speaks to every generation of believers but needs occasional reinterpretation in the light of changing language and modern experience." Personally, I find that a very scary sentence. So...is it telling me that I need someone else to reinterpret the Bible for me? Yikes! What happened to the Holy Spirit speaking directly to each person as he or she reads the passage?

I think we need to be very cautious of thinking that the Bible needs rewording in order to speak to the present generations. If God is who He says is, isn't it presumptuous of us to assume that He is incapable of speaking to the current generations through His Word?

On a slightly different note, I do wonder what the author is referring to when he speaks of "modern experience."

Ice Cream

So I've been spending most of the week at my parent's house, going through more Grandma papers. Ice cream is a staple of my mom's freezer. Grandma wanted some, so of course I offered to get it (and get myself some at the same time).

Me: How much do you want?
Grandma: Enough.
Me: Enough? How much is enough?
Grandma: Well, how much are you having?
Me: A bowlful.
Grandma: Ok, I'll take that.