The Frozen Monk

I guess “The Frozen Monk” sounds like an Alaskan legend, or perhaps a popular drink among Catholics. Then again, maybe I’ve just been taking too much cold medicine this week. This I do know, we don’t get even a dusting of snow very often and the little monk who sits outside my study window sure looks like he’s enjoying it. May all who find themselves traveling today get home safe.

My Father's World

This is where I go jogging each week. It’s one of the paths that runs through River Legacy Park. When I need to clear my head or pray or just looking for a little inspiration this is where I go.

Today is Christ the King Sunday and I took this picture following church. It’s the end of November so there aren’t many leaves left, but what a blessing it is to spend even a few minutes in a place that can remind you of hymns like this…

This is my Father’s world
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is king, let the heavens ring
God reigns, let the earth be glad!

Let Them Eat Cake

Here is a picture of our grandson Colin. Last Saturday he celebrated his first birthday and guess what? It was like the best birthday party I’ve been to in ages. We had great weather, zesty Mexican food, cold Coronas, and a jump house that the grown ups played in along with the kids. Oh yeah… and we had lots of cake!

I’m not sure if Colin’s parents will be able to afford a party like this every year, but if this kid can inspire that much fun after being around for just one year, I can’t wait to see how the next few turn out.

Ho, Ho, Ho

Ho, Ho, Ho? Already?! Yes, believe it or not, even though Christmas is still 45 days away, I’m already getting into the spirit. It’s not even Advent and Ruth and I have already bought and listened to a new James Taylor Christmas CD.

That’s just not like me. So what’s the deal? I’m not really sure myself, but I think it has something to do with all of the conflict, violence, war, roadside bombings and school shootings. Though Christmas itself may not change any of that…

I’m finding that I really need to hear again the wonderful story about the birth of Jesus. And that I can hardly wait to see all of our kids (like Alexandra here) all dressed up like angels and shepherds. So, don’t be surprised if you hear me humming: “O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing.”

I know it’s early, but I’m really ready for a little peace on earth and good will towards all.