Well, tomorrow our Venturers should finally get their Three Peaks Adventure off the ground. It's our Orientation Meeting. Four youth and four adults are headed Memorial Day for a vigorous tour of the UK.
Touring the Highlands, climbing Ben Nevis, kilts and Haggis in Scotland.
Hadrian's wall, the Lake District, climbing Scafell Pike, medieval York in England.
Castles and climbing Snowdon in Wales.
Then it's back into England for Wesley sites in Bristol, Arthuriana at Glastonbury, Stonehenge, Oxford, and three days at the Baden-Powell House in London.
If I don't bust a gut or damage my brain getting it all put together, it should be a great trip!
Tomorrow, a special guest -- a British Methodist who works in our Conference Outdoor Ministries Division -- will be on hand to answer questions about the UK, how to act, what to look for . . .
Put this on your prayer lists, please.
Here's another old favorite, author unknown. It might be of interest to all my dieting friends.
Methuselah ate what he found on his plate,
And never, as people do now,
Did he note the amount of the calorie count;
He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn't disturbed as at dinner he sat,
Devouring a roast or a pie,
To think it was lacking in granular fat
Or a couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food,
Unmindful of troubles or fears
Lest his health might be hurt
By some fancy dessert;
And he lived over nine hundred years.
In his 1988 Presidential campaign, Jesse Jackson talked about our trade deficit and economic situation in these terms: "We makin' what ain't nobody buyin'." (For the record, I thought he was the best campaigner in the Democratic field that year.)
But now comes the Democratic National Committee to choose a new Chair, and the winner, ladies and gentlemen, is . . . Howard Dean!
Sound of crickets in the night.
Jesse was right, and his advice is on target for the Democrats. Oh, Dean is a bright man, an aggressive campaigner, he understands the internet and money, but COME ON . . .
This is the guy who thought he could appeal to Southerners and conservatives by talking about Confederate flags in the back windows of pickup trucks. This is the guy whose deepest religious convictions are shown in quitting his congregation -- AND denomination -- in a huff after not getting his way over a bike path (and who said his favorite New Testament book was Job!). This is the guy who said, "I hate the Republicans and all they stand for." This is Mr. Lefty. This is the guy who couldn't beat John Kerry.
Forget the Republicans' glee. Why are the Democrats celebrating? Is it just the irresistible urge to stop and rubberneck at a traffic accident?