It is a nice quiet afternoon of Thanksgiving weekend, and we have much for
which to be thankful. David is out at the YMCA Ė his antidote to back-to-back
committee meetings at church. Daniel and Peter are turning over the garden soil.
I donít imagine that was what Daniel expected to be doing with the holiday
weekend, but it needs to be done before the ground freezes. Michael Carter is
staying with us for a couple of days, too, but is out right now visiting his
grandfather, who is on hospice care. There are plans afoot for a gang of about
16 friends to go ice skating later this afternoon and then see a movie. As
usual, Stephen and Chris are playing on the computer, and Ben is taking a nap.
Later, David is taking me out to dinner in honor of my birthday. Thanks to all
of you for cards, calls, and gifts. I am truly enjoying this time of the family
being together and sharing a holiday, and the fact that it coincides with my
birthday is a nice touch!
Actually, for a while things didnít look so promising. On the morning of my
birthday proper, I wondered if someone might bring me breakfast in bed. What
really happened was that I awoke to hear Ben saying, "Mommy, I donít have
a good feeling." Then you might say he delivered breakfast in bed, but not
in the way I had in mind. All of the family members have had variations on some
viral infection over the past two weeks except me. That made me hesitate to
invite others to join us for Thanksgiving, and the few that we did invite had
other plans. However, everyone was fine by Thanksgiving day itself, and we very
happy that my brother David, Aaron, and Amy came over. David contributed a
massive 21 lb turkey for the occasion, so those of you who donít visit until
Christmas may still be presented with our leftovers!
We were very impressed to hear that Dad Green was baking pies and cooking the
turkey for their dinner down at the farm. Ida Ruth has been in and out of the
hospital, and had surgery on a facial nerve the day before Thanksgiving, so it
fell to him to handle the meal. When we called they said she was feeling very
There isnít much dramatic news to report. I did have a close call driving
home from a MAFA staff meeting late one night. A deer ran right out in front of
me, and I had to brake hard and swerve to miss hitting it. That makes me think
of other news we heard this week. Daniel noticed on an Internet news site that
the man who wrote the Ping program died in a car accident on I-95 (the same
night Daniel and David were driving back from Hopkins). Daniel told David this
information without realizing that this man had been Davidís roommate at
Hopkins. Mike Muuss was a computer whiz and wrote his own compiler in high
On a happier note, David went with Ben to Fatherís Night at nursery school.
This annual event is designed to give quality bonding time to fathers and sons,
since it is almost always the moms who do the daily commuting. David was
concerned it would be way too "precious" but since the class is almost
entirely boys, it was rather rowdy instead. To our surprise he learned that one
of the other boys in the class is the son of our new doctor. I havenít learned
last names of the children yet, so hadnít made the connection.
We had an overnight guest that evening, the former RUM national director, who
called us up the day before and said he would like to drop by since he was in
the area. We have enjoyed a number of almost spontaneous visits like that Ė
two dinners with a former Lehigh students, a lunch with a former Disciplemakers
colleague, and so on.
We have been teasing Peter that his school has had more days off this month
than days in school. One of the school holidays was parent/teacher conferences.
His school asks the parents to sign up for 15 minute time slots and so we signed
up to meet with each of his teachers. We must have been one of the very few (if
not only) ones to do this, as most of the teachers acted surprised we were there
without any problem to discuss. We even met with the gym teacher, to his
amusement! It was a very interesting time for us to get to know them a little
bit, and they all had nice things to say about Peter. (Well, one of the comments
was, "He isnít as crude as some of the other boys." Another began
with, "As you must know, Peter is a character.") The recalculation of
his grades did put Peter on the high honor roll, and we are very proud of him.
He starts working back at KFC now that the soccer season is over, but we want
him to keep his good grades.
One ministry note... Two years ago a student wrote an article in the Brown
& White (Lehigh newspaper) which challenged Christianity as
intellectually irresponsible. David wrote a response which was published and he
received a lot of positive feedback from our RSF students about it at the time.
Then last week David received an email from the student who wrote the original
article, quoting his response, apologizing for his statements, and indicating he
had become a Christian, and thought David would like to know! This week David is
teaching a college Sunday School class in apologetics down at Proclamation
Pres., and this makes a nice illustration of how we might never know (or may
have a delay in knowing) the effect of our witness.
Christopher is happy because he now has a green light to play Christmas
music. This will be a nice change from the same two CDs that Stephen likes to
play over and over (one Sarah Brightman, another a brass choir). His happiness
is tempered by the fact that French classes have started up again. He almost
thought they wouldnít get off the ground this year.
Well, Daniel has come in and asked if I would cut his hair, so Iíll sign