Names: 1 and 12
Animals: 2, 7, 8,9, 11, 14, and 18. Number 11 has to be an animal 1 would be afraid of
Food: 3
Sound: 4
Baltimore sports team: 5
Elementary school: 6
Street name: 10
Color: 13, 17
A subject in school you didn’t really like: 15, 16
A song: 19
Dinner with Grandma
( _____1______ ) was a (__2___). He had just moved to Baltimore with his mother (_____).
They’d packed and packed and packed.
Then they drove and drove. And finally they made it to Baltimore.
“Mom, I’m tired,” said (__1___) as he put down the last box in his room, “and I miss my friends.”
“I know dear, change can be hard, but we’ll make it through. And tomorrow night we’ll have dinner with Grandma. And she’ll prepare your favorite food (__3___).”
And that night (_1____) cried himself to sleep. The new apartment was strange and scary. Outside there were loud (__4___) sounds and he could hear his new neighbors talking about the Baltimore (__5___).
“This is scary, but I’ll see Grandma tomorrow and that will be good,” he said to himself and fell asleep.
And the next morning was (__1___)’s first day of school. The bus droe him to (__6___) Elementary School. (___7__),(___8__) and (__9___) all sat on the bus with him, but he didn’t know any of them. So he sat alone.
“I’m lonely, but I’ll see Grandma tonight and I know Grandma loves me,” he said to himself as the bus bounced along (__10___).
And then he got to class. He sat in the back of the room behind a (__11___) who looked mean and intimidating.
“I’m intimidated by this (__11___) in front of me, but I’ll see Grandma tonight and I know Grandma loves me,” he said.
Then Mr. (__12___), a giant (___13__)(___14__) came into the room.
Mr. (__12___) said, “Good morning class. Is everyone ready for their MSA?”
(__1___) had never even heard of an MSA. But before he had a chance to raise his hand and figure out what was going on Mr. (_12____) was passing out bubble sheets and pencils.
“Paragraph 2 of this section is mainly about blank…” “Look at the expression below 12+4x(12-9). What is the value of the expression?”
“how should I know?” he thought.
“I am so confused, but I’ll see Grandma tonight and I know Grandma loves me,” he told himself.
And, remembering that his Grandmother loved him, (__1___) was able to make it through the day. He made it through (___15__) and (__16___), he even talked to a (__17___)(__18___) on the bus ride home.
And when he entered the apartment building he could hear his Grandma singing (__19___). And when he opened the apartment door he could smell (__3___) in the air. And then there she was! Grandma! She smiled, looked down at him, and said, “(__1___), I love you!”
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Churches on the Weekday
So, today I went to Liberty Heights to get my oil changed. I forgot to bring a book with me and I didn’t really feel like sitting around watching bad local TV for an hour and a half. So instead I stepped out into the rain in my stylish black trench coat and fedora and took a wander around that neighborhood. Interestingly enough the mechanic I went to is in between two Lutheran churches, St. Paul and St. James…
Ironic I know—James the Brother of Jesus who Martin Luther accused of writing “a letter of straw” and the Apostle Paul who never knew Jesus before his experience of him post-resurrection when Jesus knocked him off his ass outside of Damascus.
So, I strut down to St. James. Water is billowing off the brim of my fedora. There are a few cars in the parking lot. I ring the bell, figuring I’d see what kind of hospitality the church has to offer. The secretary looks down the hall, through the glass and at me. I waved in my gentle smiley way. She shook her head and looked away.
Strike one for the Epistle of Straw. I wander around the building a little. There appears to be an outreach center of some sort. The building was in use, they just weren’t friendly to soaked strangers.
So I head back toward the city, pass the garage, and find my way to St. Paul’s. There were no cars in the parking lot… oh, and this parking lot, its to die for! Seriously! 100’s of spaces! And if you maxed out I’m sure you could sneak a few folk into the parking spaces of the apartment complex… and you know maybe some people could… I don’t know… walk to church.
So I ring the bell. No answer. I peek around a bit and see that another church uses their building too, and they at least have one AA group.
But seriously, the beautiful parking lot that could usher in hundreds of people seeking God’s word and love, redemption and recovery, and its empty!
All of this to reflect upon Church. There is that tired cliché “Church isn’t the building it’s the people.” Damn skippy! But still, in many cases we have a building!
I would maintain that yes, Church isn’t the building, it’s the people. But I would also say “What church people do with the building is the church.” How we are stewards to this building that is often used for formal worship only two, maybe three, days a week speaks volumes to our commitment to our community and how we model stewardship of those things that we have.
Maybe I've just been spoiled by the excess of activity at St. John's. We have a steady stream of 12 NA groups a week. Literally between 500-1000 people use our building as a safe space for those in recovery to gather. I hope that if I ever lead a community that has a building I'll do what I can to keep it buzzing.
Just a thought from a wet man with a newly oiled up car... and they topped up my windshield wiper fluid as well!
Ironic I know—James the Brother of Jesus who Martin Luther accused of writing “a letter of straw” and the Apostle Paul who never knew Jesus before his experience of him post-resurrection when Jesus knocked him off his ass outside of Damascus.
So, I strut down to St. James. Water is billowing off the brim of my fedora. There are a few cars in the parking lot. I ring the bell, figuring I’d see what kind of hospitality the church has to offer. The secretary looks down the hall, through the glass and at me. I waved in my gentle smiley way. She shook her head and looked away.
Strike one for the Epistle of Straw. I wander around the building a little. There appears to be an outreach center of some sort. The building was in use, they just weren’t friendly to soaked strangers.
So I head back toward the city, pass the garage, and find my way to St. Paul’s. There were no cars in the parking lot… oh, and this parking lot, its to die for! Seriously! 100’s of spaces! And if you maxed out I’m sure you could sneak a few folk into the parking spaces of the apartment complex… and you know maybe some people could… I don’t know… walk to church.
So I ring the bell. No answer. I peek around a bit and see that another church uses their building too, and they at least have one AA group.
But seriously, the beautiful parking lot that could usher in hundreds of people seeking God’s word and love, redemption and recovery, and its empty!
All of this to reflect upon Church. There is that tired cliché “Church isn’t the building it’s the people.” Damn skippy! But still, in many cases we have a building!
I would maintain that yes, Church isn’t the building, it’s the people. But I would also say “What church people do with the building is the church.” How we are stewards to this building that is often used for formal worship only two, maybe three, days a week speaks volumes to our commitment to our community and how we model stewardship of those things that we have.
Maybe I've just been spoiled by the excess of activity at St. John's. We have a steady stream of 12 NA groups a week. Literally between 500-1000 people use our building as a safe space for those in recovery to gather. I hope that if I ever lead a community that has a building I'll do what I can to keep it buzzing.
Just a thought from a wet man with a newly oiled up car... and they topped up my windshield wiper fluid as well!
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