One Thing Leads to Another

As Erin was conducting the handbell choir, I attended Easter Sunday services at Union Church yesterday.  I find myself constantly contrasting services at Union with those at Bethlehem UMC, where I grew up, and the differences are staggering.  At Union, there's no sense that the congregation is there out of habit or to keep gossip down.  There's real joy there, and so much of that comes from the pastor.  Kent's terrific.  He's humorous, enlightening, and amazingly well-spoken.  Erin said yesterday that she could listen to him for hours, and I can't disagree - he speaks to the congregation, and you can't help but feel that somehow the process has been a two-way street.  It's good for the soul.

The planned Trinity game was scrubbed on account of everybody involved being dead-ass tired for various and sundry reasons.  I'm mostly better this morning, but not especially looking forward to going back to 100 Midland Avenue today.

Still reading No god but God.  The book moved into the different interpretations of the Quran's words in last night's reading, and it's both encouraging and frightening.  If nothing else, it's a solid revelation that twisting the words and ideals of a faith's holy text to better suit personal prejudices and fears is by no means exclusive to Christianity.  It's cold comfort.

Neuromancer

Abusing resources today.  Color laser printers do bang-up jobs on gaming PDFs.

Spoke to Mom and Dad separately today.  Mom's sore from going to work today, but I think they'll both be fine in short order.  Dad, I think, is heading out on the road tomorrow, and that'll be a real test for him.

Got some replacement parts for the Explorer this morning, and Matt's arranging for the work to be done at the speed shop he manages.  I feel extremely lucky today.