A Cleaning Day

Ah cleaning… Matt was out today, so I had many hours to fill, and I decided to be wifey and do the bajillion chores I/we’ve been putting off for weeks.

First up: our storage closet
Before, then after – you can’t really see, but there is about 9 square feet of floorspace that we didn’t have before!Also, yesterday, Matt and I did some re-arranging in our living room because we got some new furniture from Ikea that is great!! (The white chair, and the coffee table are new)And we are very excited about our music nook now that it is a real nook with our new bookcase to store music! Music used to live in a cardboard box, so Matt is very happy to have the boxes gone, and our whole apartment just feels even cozier and homier than ever before 🙂
Wanna come over??

Merry Christmas!

From Matt and Me and Nimoy!! No, we didn’t give him any presents. He has a big beef chew thing he’s working on though, so he had a nice Christmas 🙂We had a great Christmas because we were able to DRIVE to Orillia for Christmas dinner!! In our car, the Blat. It’s a ’95 Honda Civic, 5-speed, and a little drafty. It is beautiful 🙂
This is a picture I took of our office window a couple weeks ago because the ice was too beautiful to stand. It just froze like that! It felt like a present.

Can I get an Amen?

Yesterday at church we had some visitors who are a little more outspoken and charismatic in terms of their worship/listening-to-sermon style than most at ABC, and that of course encouraged many of our own members who are outspoken and charismatic but usually lay low (the closet ameners and hallelujah-ers, as I like to think of them). Long story short, as our pastor neared the end of his sermon, some folks was gettin riled up! He was preaching about the invalid Jesus healed at Bethsaida in John 5, and about why Jesus asked if he wanted to be well. Because being well means standing up for Jesus (Amen!), it might mean becoming unpopular, and this man quickly found himself in conflict with the pharisees over Sabbath laws (Jesus told him to pick up his mat, then the pharisees busted him for it). Being well could mean saying no to premarital sex (Amen!); it could mean losing a job (crickets chirped).

Okay, so crickets didn’t literally chirp. But there was a silence that I found… hilarious. All of these grown, married people were all fired up to yell Amen against premarital sex, but nobody seemed too concerned to shout a spiritual high five to our pastor for talking about job loss. Maybe they were just catching their breath.