Monday, December 06, 2004

WE’VE HEARD OF CAKES FALLING, BUT. . . .

Last night, we were supposed to host a caroling party for the French, Spanish and Japanese clubs of our high school. Our daughter offered our house because (1) we have a piano to practice all the weird foreign-language lyrics, (2) it would force us to decorate for Christmas on time, and (3) everybody would bring special, homemade desserts, so there’d be something good in this house to eat for a change.

But it was pouring rain. Nobody felt like singing ‘’Jingle Umbrellas’’ outside in any language. So we postponed it.

However, we couldn’t get a hold of three students, who showed up anyway. They cheerfully went home to await next weekend’s rescheduled event.

One boy was holding a box of storebought doughnuts, and said he was glad for the postponement. ‘’It’ll give me another chance to make a pie,’’ he said. ‘’The one I made kind of fell through.’’

Fell through?

‘’Well, my family ate it,’’ he said.

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Prayer request: Today marks the birthdays of the two gentleman callers of our two older daughters, one in North Carolina and one in Nebraska. What a coincidence! Lord, thank You for the respect and attention that Franco and Jeff are paying our girls. Bless their studies. Continue to pack their characters with all the good things of life. Draw them to Yourself, Lord Jesus, as they enter manhood. May they be ‘’accepted in the beloved.’’ (Ephesians 1:6)

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