June 12th, 2008

saxon cross

God, have mercy


Just because one is off having fun does not make one immune to disaster. Disasters are not a reason not to do what one always does.

Nevertheless, this seems so wrong to me. A twister hitting a mall, or a home, or even a playground, wouldn't feel like this, though the loss of lives would be just as terrible. I guess we all want there to be someplace which is secure from certain things. Tornado + Boy Scout Camp is one of those combinations I just don't want to see in print, don't want to think about happening.

Prayers for all concerned.

Getting ready

My secretary's on vacation this week, so I cranked out Sunday's worship bulletin myself this morning. By early afternoon, I was ready to start pulling out camping gear. I am now ready to throw stuff in the truck on fifteen minutes' notice.

And where are we going? Hah! We're going hiking. In the stifling heat and humidity of an Indiana June. With a chance of thundershowers for variety. For twenty miles. All of which means that I'm approaching this as if it were a backpacking expedition, even though it's just a day hike. I mean, we've got to take everything necessary to keep these guys on their feet and around the course.

To make it easier, we're going camping, too. That way, we don't have to fiddle around in the morning assembling everybody. They're already there. First call is at 5:30, breakfast's at six, and I hope to be on the trail by 6:30 a.m. And we're going to Wilderstead, so there's a nice, secure cabin to flop in, and we don't have to mess with setting up tents.

Anyway, we leave at 5:30 this evening, and expect to get back about noon on Saturday. Prayers for all of us, please.