LIfe Moves On

Life moves on, sometimes very busy, sometimes not as busy. I am impressed that however harried I might be. God sees me through it intact and on time. I often wish I could slow things down a bit. (After all, I am pretty ripe.) But no, I will work while the day lasts. I will be happy to lie down when I’m too old to move.

At home, I’ve been teaching the students and the Lifestyle guests. I don’t know If I will ever reach John Wesley’s record number of sermons, but I am quite sure I preach quite a bit more than most people.

I preach at the Franktown Church two Sabbaths ago. Tom and Michelle Walters with their teens came with me. We had very good day. Larry and Cheryl Romrell invited us to have lunch with them and the Bond family. It was great.

Half of our campus has the flu. So far, the Lord is sparing me that experience.  

We are offering a 30% discount on the Lifestyle sessions for the winter months. Trying to keep our numbers up.

I did a series of meetings at 3ABN. When Dee Hildebrandt first asked me to come preach at 3ABN, she promised to send someone to pick me up at the airport in St. Louis. She forgot. I was stranded for a while then I managed to find a phone number of someone I know there. She contacted Dee, and mortified, Dee called me. She rented me a car and I got to my destination at 10:45 PM. All was well. It actually was a good thing they didn't pick me up that the airport. This way, I had a rental car for the week. It's a blessing because I had only one invite to eat and being on foot might have been a big matata. There isn’t anything near food-wise.

Deb Hogfeldt was in a car accident. She broadsided a car that ran a red light. She is ok with a sprained thumb. (No kids with her.)

As usual, I'm sitting in the Denver airport on my way to somewhere. This time, I’m on my way to Honolulu, Hawaii. I'll be in Hawaii for 23 hours, then on thru' Guam to Manila, Philippines.  

It's been an extra cold week in Loveland, below zero every day since Wednesday. Should warm up by next Wed.

As far as I can tell, the Lord blessed the sermons I preached at 3ABN. I preached 4 instead of 5 sermons, plus an hour-and-one- half interview. On Wednesday, I preached my first sermon at 7PM--Thou Knowest Not.  The folks at 3ABN all knew that a winter storm was blowing in and they were nervous about it. I knew it might jeopardize something. The next day, Jim Gilley called me and said that because of the storm people would not be able to come to work, so we should tape all the meetings that day and we should start in 30 minutes. Ya right--four sermons and an interview. I was stressed to death. I really didn't know how I was supposed to wrap my brain around four sermons in a row. Have you ever prayed with a sense of terrible despair? Well, long story short, the Lord didn't let me down. I didn't preach 4 sermons, but I did preach 3 and they carried well. The interview caused the phone to ring off the hook at the office. Dr. Clark was with me and so was a lady who had four weeks to live one year ago. I believe she made a great impact on anyone who heard the interview.  

I decided to leave the next morning at 7AM. I had a flight at 1:15 PM. The ride from the airport to 3ABN had taken two hours; the ride back took four hours. It took me half an hour just to get out of the driveway. There was six inches of snow on top of wet ice. The Nissan I had was outfitted with summer tires only. It wasn't good in the snow, but I decided to try anyway. On the way, I helped a lady with a big SUV to get unstuck. There were cars and trucks and semis in the ditch everywhere, but praise God I made it all the way without incident.

Now, on to the next adventure.

Snow everywhere and cold, but Honolulu promises to be 82 degrees and Philippines really hot and muggy.

Wish you all could come with me.

So says the Preacher to his Tribe.