Seems like I have fallen off the edge of the world!

Yikes! it was brought to my attention by a very good friend (you know who you are!)that it has been a substantial amount of time since my last post. The thing is I keep meaning to post something and then I get swept up in the rapture of reading Isaiah and doing what seems like ten thousand different things. I am a total squacker when it comes to blogging.
However.....to make up for it I am including a link so you can see pictures of a service we had at the seminary when the National Bishop Susan Johnson was visiting. Check it out: http://thelorax.smugmug.com/gallery/3473425#P-1-15
Bishop Susan was here for the Board of Directors meeting on the long weekend of November. Bishop Elaine got quite the razzing from the other bishops as most of us from MNO synod were in the library on Saturday when they were meeting. Elaine took it in good sport!
Anyway, that is all for now - I am trying to get seven projects finished up in the next two weeks - wish me luck!
hugs - me

Memories of Carrots

Is it true what they say (whoever they are) that the amount of love you had for someone is based on the number of memories you have of them? I don't believe this. I think those who believe this are completely misunderstanding the concept of love and the relatonship love has to memories. Does the fact I don't have a whole lot of memories of my Dad mean that I did not love him much? I don't think so.

While I don't have memories of lots of interaction with him what I do have are memories of things associated with him. Such as garden sweet carrots, freshly washed and drying on newspaper under the train layout. My memory takes me back to a time when Dad taught me how to plant the carrot seeds and cover them with enough soil (but no too much) and to care for the living plants in God's creation.

I am sitting in what used to my Dad's study. Mum, Alan and I have changed things around so it is more conducive to Mum's and my liking, but sitting in this chair I am reminded of all the hours Dad used to sit in it. Dad used to write me letters when I had lived away from home. Knowing he took time out of his busy day to write me a couple of lines and include a "little something" meant the world to me. So, letters remind me of him.

Thanks Dad for the memories of sweet garden carrots, trains and letters.

Snapshots of the beginning of Seminary 2007

The Pictures here are of President Ogilvie and myself leading opening worship at orientation. Grapes from Mum's backyard. The three angels of seminary!!! and Theology 431