We learned of another bump in the road for our family yesterday. After experiencing a great deal of pain, Leslie's father, Mike, went to the doctor thinking he had a kidney stone. After a CT scan, he learned that he has a softball-sized cyst on his kidney. As far as we know, this is caused by a disease he has called PKD (polycystic kidney disease). Please be in prayer for Mike and Becky as they go to the urologist tomorrow to find out what is next.
Today, Leslie went to see the surgeon about the fissure. She was prescribed a cream to treat this and we hope it provides some relief for her. Dr. Strom also gave her some pain medicine to help. Leslie continues to be worn out. It is such a hard thing to witness. But tonight we had a few moments together just to talk and pray. I find it difficult to pray more meaningfully than, "God, please help us." He continues to meet our needs. Just yesterday, I prayed as I was leaving about the grass being cut. I hadn't said anything to anyone about it, but couldn't figure out how I was going to get it done. It was something so trivial to pray about. Yet that afternoon, Leslie's brother Wil came over and cut the grass. I was convicted to pray more.
I haven't written much about the "why" question. But believe me, I do struggle with it. I never dreamed of this being our lives together. I struggle with much more than the "why" of cancer and back injury, and all the physical struggles our family members are going through. I struggle with why Leslie is working, why God has led me out of pastoral ministry and kept me out for so long, why our kids are having to go through this. I know God is sovereign. I don't have as much trouble with my thoughts as I do with my feelings. I know there is purpose in all of this, but I don't always feel any great purpose. I am thankful I don't have to be enslaved to my feelings. As much as they are a real struggle, I know truth (reality) trumps feelings. And so I press on, and I thank all of you who are praying with us.
jueves, 30 de agosto de 2007
martes, 28 de agosto de 2007
Better Day
Today was a better day for Leslie. Actually, it was better for all of us. Leslie went to work, then to her radiation appointment and afterward to see the oncologist. There she found out that she has a fissure, which has been the cause of the pain. She's still experiencing a great deal of pain, but it is encouraging to at least know what is causing it. On Thursday, she is set to see the surgeon, Dr. Pris Strom, to talk about options to deal with the fissure.
Kristen helped us out today by not only caring for Munchkin, but also picked up the older two after school and watched them all until Leslie could get home.
This evening, our pastor came over for what I thought was a "working evening" to go over stuff for the church. But instead, he just said, "We're going to talk." He mostly listened from 9:30 until 11:00 as I got to vent, unload, etc... It was a real encouragement to me, and he also reassured us of their love for us. We're also excited to be a part of the launch team, with no expectations, for the church. This is something our hearts are in, but we are limited due to what's going on in our lives. How thankful I am for such a wonderful pastor and church!
Kristen helped us out today by not only caring for Munchkin, but also picked up the older two after school and watched them all until Leslie could get home.
This evening, our pastor came over for what I thought was a "working evening" to go over stuff for the church. But instead, he just said, "We're going to talk." He mostly listened from 9:30 until 11:00 as I got to vent, unload, etc... It was a real encouragement to me, and he also reassured us of their love for us. We're also excited to be a part of the launch team, with no expectations, for the church. This is something our hearts are in, but we are limited due to what's going on in our lives. How thankful I am for such a wonderful pastor and church!
lunes, 27 de agosto de 2007
A Rough Monday
Today was a rough day for Leslie. I decided to stay home with her because she was so weak and I didn't want her to drive herself to radiation. She's had trouble eating or drinking anything. At her appointment, the oncologist prescribed a stronger medication (stronger than Immodium) that we hope will provide some relief for her. She has been able to eat a few things today.
I feel like the screws are another notch tighter on us during this stage. It's caused me to think a lot about my cousin, Wayne, who many years ago went through cancer with his wife, Mary. I've always grieved for Wayne because he lost his wife to the battle. But I never gave much consideration to what he must have gone through in the months beforehand. They had four young girls at the time. I'm only getting a taste of what it is like to carry the load, and I'm not trying to complain. But I find my fuse getting shorter and shorter. Tonight I had to sit down and apologize to McGrooter for the way I treated him this morning. He's only six, and yet he's had to bear the brunt of my frustration and lack of patience. I'm harder on him, I guess because he's the oldest and because he's a boy. But as he said to me tonight as I talked with him, "We never get to go outside and throw the football." And he prayed the night before, "Help Daddy's back to get better so we can wrestle." It only adds to the weight to think of what I am doing, and not doing, to him and for him. Staying home today helped me renew my perspective and thank God for protecting us through this process.
Tonight, everyone is upstairs sleeping and I am wrapping up my day's work. I keep thinking of Wayne, my new hero. He made it through the journey and has seen his girls become women. It's good to have examples before us who we can remember. Wayne will be the first to tell you where his strength came from during that time. I know that God carried him through, and He will likewise do so for us. Please continue to pray for Leslie's comfort and for all of us, that our strenght would be renewed.
I feel like the screws are another notch tighter on us during this stage. It's caused me to think a lot about my cousin, Wayne, who many years ago went through cancer with his wife, Mary. I've always grieved for Wayne because he lost his wife to the battle. But I never gave much consideration to what he must have gone through in the months beforehand. They had four young girls at the time. I'm only getting a taste of what it is like to carry the load, and I'm not trying to complain. But I find my fuse getting shorter and shorter. Tonight I had to sit down and apologize to McGrooter for the way I treated him this morning. He's only six, and yet he's had to bear the brunt of my frustration and lack of patience. I'm harder on him, I guess because he's the oldest and because he's a boy. But as he said to me tonight as I talked with him, "We never get to go outside and throw the football." And he prayed the night before, "Help Daddy's back to get better so we can wrestle." It only adds to the weight to think of what I am doing, and not doing, to him and for him. Staying home today helped me renew my perspective and thank God for protecting us through this process.
Tonight, everyone is upstairs sleeping and I am wrapping up my day's work. I keep thinking of Wayne, my new hero. He made it through the journey and has seen his girls become women. It's good to have examples before us who we can remember. Wayne will be the first to tell you where his strength came from during that time. I know that God carried him through, and He will likewise do so for us. Please continue to pray for Leslie's comfort and for all of us, that our strenght would be renewed.
Still Down
Today Leslie is at home, as am I. She couldn't make it to work today. I was concerned about her being here alone and getting to radiation. She's really weak and not able to eat or drink much. We're hoping the radiation oncologist can offer some suggestions when we go for today's treatment.
domingo, 26 de agosto de 2007
Bitter/Sweet
This weekend we went to Macon for the wedding of Leslie's cousin, Mindy. We headed to Griffin to drop the kids off at my folks' place. Leslie had felt pretty good through the morning. But about the time we got to my parents her stomach started hurting. We stayed there longer than we'd planned, waiting for the pain to subside. When we finally got on the road, we had to stop several times on the way trip to Macon.
Thankfully, some over the counter medicine helped (after taking the maximum daily dose) just in time for the wedding. So she was able to enjoy the wedding and reception and time with family. Mindy was beautiful, and it was touching to see Girard moved to tears as she came down the aisle with her dad. We had a great time until about 9 when Leslie was finally worn out (we hear the festivities continued on for a few more hours!).
Today has been worse. Leslie has eaten very little; just enough to take her chemo pills. We were able to make it to my folks to get the kids but then had to camp out there a while. Then we came on home and she hit the bed. Pray that she will feel renewed in the morning.
The kids did have a great time at Pop and Grandma's. They got to max out on sugar, and each had their own pack of gum (not sugar free). We managed to leave only one pack at my parents'. We borrowed Lady and the Tramp for the ride home, which helped pass the journey for the kids, and put Aggie to sleep. It rained most of the way back, so I was thankful to have some quiet to help concentrate.
I'm concerned about Leslie's strength from not eating. And she's experiencing a good deal of pain. So pray for both of those matters as we start a new week and she begins another round of radiation.
Thankfully, some over the counter medicine helped (after taking the maximum daily dose) just in time for the wedding. So she was able to enjoy the wedding and reception and time with family. Mindy was beautiful, and it was touching to see Girard moved to tears as she came down the aisle with her dad. We had a great time until about 9 when Leslie was finally worn out (we hear the festivities continued on for a few more hours!).
Today has been worse. Leslie has eaten very little; just enough to take her chemo pills. We were able to make it to my folks to get the kids but then had to camp out there a while. Then we came on home and she hit the bed. Pray that she will feel renewed in the morning.
The kids did have a great time at Pop and Grandma's. They got to max out on sugar, and each had their own pack of gum (not sugar free). We managed to leave only one pack at my parents'. We borrowed Lady and the Tramp for the ride home, which helped pass the journey for the kids, and put Aggie to sleep. It rained most of the way back, so I was thankful to have some quiet to help concentrate.
I'm concerned about Leslie's strength from not eating. And she's experiencing a good deal of pain. So pray for both of those matters as we start a new week and she begins another round of radiation.
viernes, 24 de agosto de 2007
Once again...
Once again, I feel blown away. A few weeks ago, a friend of mine at work, Kendra, expressed how she wanted to do something for Leslie. She has been reading Leslie's blog and then some other cancer survivors' blogs. One of the things she recounted (I'll quote some of the letter Kendra wrote to Leslie), " read about this particular woman's experience and some things that her friends did that encouraged her while she was going through treatment. One thing that struck me was her talking about receiving "gifts of beauty" - things that made her environment more beautiful, more cheerful, while she was feeling plain yuck. So that got the wheels spinning in my mind..." What developed in Kendra's mind was to hold a Southern Living at Home party in Leslie's honor, making Leslie the surprise hostess (Kendra is a SL at Home consultant). "So for the last three weeks," writes Kendra, "your friends and family all over Georgia have been buying Southern Living at Home products in your honor." The result is that Leslie would get the "hostess dollars" as a shopping spree to buy some "gifts of beauty" for her home.
When Kendra first mentioned her idea to me, I was so moved that anyone would want to do something for Leslie like this. But I was even more encouraged when I saw how many people responded to this invitation. My mom took the catalog to her work, and Leslie's friend Sara took it to her school. Kendra also put the word out at our work and even had a party.
I have to say, I expected some people to take part. And I thought it would be nice for Leslie to have a little gift certificate to SL. But I had no idea how great this conspiracy would become. Today I brought home a card, a very big card, that had been signed by a number of people from MTW. In it was a letter (from which I quoted above) that explained what had been done. At the bottom of the letter were instructions to turn over the paper to see the amount she had as a shopping spree. In the beginning, I thought maybe $100 or $150 would be a very nice spree. I am still not believing that Leslie has $1000, yes...that's three zeroes. When Kendra told me, my mouth dropped open. And you should have seen Leslie's reaction when she opened the card and read the letter. Actually, you can see it here in this video:
Now let me explain why this was so meaningful to me. It wasn't the shopping spree, or the amount (that might have been different if Southern Living at Home made plasma TVs). I was so amazed that people would be a part of something, knowing it was to bless my wife. I know people ordered things they probably like. But I bet a lot of people ordered, not because they were dying for a certain product, but because they wanted to encourage Leslie. And more so, it gave a number of people, who don't know Leslie, the opportunity to almost reach out and touch her. It allowed them to be a part of her struggle, and encourage her along in the race. So thanks Kendra, mom, Sara, and all who participated in this to encourage Leslie. It was a real encouragement to me to see others caring for the one I love so much.
One other cool story for the week. A lady, who we don't know, brought Leslie a cooler full of food the other day. She explained that when she heard Leslie's story (I can't even remember how she heard), she wanted to do something for her (even though she didn't know her). She is a gourmet chef, and so she began to cook. Our freezer is now stocked with a number of gourmet items, Italian I believe, on which we may dine as the days progress. She told Leslie how she gets one kind of sausage delivered from this place and salmon from another, and so on. I can't wait to partake!
It was a great day for Leslie, not just with this surprise, but she felt better today than yesterday. It also marks the end of week 2 of radiation. The weekends are a nice break from the radiation too. Tomorrow we head to Macon to attend Leslie's cousin's wedding. The kids will keep my folks...I mean, my folks will keep the kids (you know how that works with grandparents). Leslie and I are using some points to stay in a hotel Saturday night and hopefully get some much needed rest.
When Kendra first mentioned her idea to me, I was so moved that anyone would want to do something for Leslie like this. But I was even more encouraged when I saw how many people responded to this invitation. My mom took the catalog to her work, and Leslie's friend Sara took it to her school. Kendra also put the word out at our work and even had a party.
I have to say, I expected some people to take part. And I thought it would be nice for Leslie to have a little gift certificate to SL. But I had no idea how great this conspiracy would become. Today I brought home a card, a very big card, that had been signed by a number of people from MTW. In it was a letter (from which I quoted above) that explained what had been done. At the bottom of the letter were instructions to turn over the paper to see the amount she had as a shopping spree. In the beginning, I thought maybe $100 or $150 would be a very nice spree. I am still not believing that Leslie has $1000, yes...that's three zeroes. When Kendra told me, my mouth dropped open. And you should have seen Leslie's reaction when she opened the card and read the letter. Actually, you can see it here in this video:
Now let me explain why this was so meaningful to me. It wasn't the shopping spree, or the amount (that might have been different if Southern Living at Home made plasma TVs). I was so amazed that people would be a part of something, knowing it was to bless my wife. I know people ordered things they probably like. But I bet a lot of people ordered, not because they were dying for a certain product, but because they wanted to encourage Leslie. And more so, it gave a number of people, who don't know Leslie, the opportunity to almost reach out and touch her. It allowed them to be a part of her struggle, and encourage her along in the race. So thanks Kendra, mom, Sara, and all who participated in this to encourage Leslie. It was a real encouragement to me to see others caring for the one I love so much.
One other cool story for the week. A lady, who we don't know, brought Leslie a cooler full of food the other day. She explained that when she heard Leslie's story (I can't even remember how she heard), she wanted to do something for her (even though she didn't know her). She is a gourmet chef, and so she began to cook. Our freezer is now stocked with a number of gourmet items, Italian I believe, on which we may dine as the days progress. She told Leslie how she gets one kind of sausage delivered from this place and salmon from another, and so on. I can't wait to partake!
It was a great day for Leslie, not just with this surprise, but she felt better today than yesterday. It also marks the end of week 2 of radiation. The weekends are a nice break from the radiation too. Tomorrow we head to Macon to attend Leslie's cousin's wedding. The kids will keep my folks...I mean, my folks will keep the kids (you know how that works with grandparents). Leslie and I are using some points to stay in a hotel Saturday night and hopefully get some much needed rest.
jueves, 23 de agosto de 2007
Pressing On
Leslie had a good day today. It was much better than yesterday. The pain of the side effects continues to be one of the biggest challenges, along with the fatigue.
The week has been a blur for me. I developed a sinus infection a couple days ago so my head has been pretty foggy. It's such a challenge for me to be patient and kind. I keep having to go back to the fact that I know God is at work, and He is strengthening our faith.
Yesterday, two of Leslie's "girls" came to bring us dinner. Lauren and Danielle both attended Starr's Mill High School when Leslie taught there from 99-01. She coached them in volleyball and they met to pray and study God's Word together. Now, both are through college and married. They are no longer girls, but women. What an encouragement it was to our family for them to bring us dinner (all the way from Fayetteville and Marietta) and visit with us. I was personally challenged to trust God more as I listened to them talk about their lives, and how they love Christ.
Our pastor's wife and mother came over one morning this week and cleaned our house. They took all of our laundry (and believe me, it was a LOT), and washed it. It was so uplifting to hear them say, over and over, that it was joy for them to serve us in this way. We have truly been blessed by Christ's body.
As we continue on in this journey, I'm mindful of God's economy. It's not ours. He often works in ways that go beyond our understanding. Yet in all the strangeness of His working, we see He is good. It doesn't always feel good. But we are confident that He is. And this is even more mind-boggling when I think of how I fail. I don't deserve His goodness. And yet I am still here, somehow making it. Not on my own strength, and certainly not in my own way. I'd choose a much easier path if I could. And so I am thankful that I am not at the helm. I still wonder a lot. I wonder about the "why." But I don't have to understand, and believe me I don't.
One thing in particular that strikes me is how real pain feels. Pleasure often seems surreal, but pain causes me to feel like I am really in the midst of this. Pleasure can be so numbing, but pain reminds me I am alive. It strikes me that my contentment, as rare as that can be these days, is so self-focused. It is not the contentment I long for, contentment in God. But pain leads me to God, because it forces me to rely on Him. And somehow, in that strange way, I can then be content in Him as I should be. I wish the pain were solely mine. But even that is selfish. God is working in my family's lives as well.
Please keep praying for Leslie. She continues to be a beacon of God's grace in our home. There is much she could be bitter about, and yet she isn't. Pray for the kids too. They're weary. But I can even see God ministering to them, His grace and mercy, through this all.
The week has been a blur for me. I developed a sinus infection a couple days ago so my head has been pretty foggy. It's such a challenge for me to be patient and kind. I keep having to go back to the fact that I know God is at work, and He is strengthening our faith.
Yesterday, two of Leslie's "girls" came to bring us dinner. Lauren and Danielle both attended Starr's Mill High School when Leslie taught there from 99-01. She coached them in volleyball and they met to pray and study God's Word together. Now, both are through college and married. They are no longer girls, but women. What an encouragement it was to our family for them to bring us dinner (all the way from Fayetteville and Marietta) and visit with us. I was personally challenged to trust God more as I listened to them talk about their lives, and how they love Christ.
Our pastor's wife and mother came over one morning this week and cleaned our house. They took all of our laundry (and believe me, it was a LOT), and washed it. It was so uplifting to hear them say, over and over, that it was joy for them to serve us in this way. We have truly been blessed by Christ's body.
As we continue on in this journey, I'm mindful of God's economy. It's not ours. He often works in ways that go beyond our understanding. Yet in all the strangeness of His working, we see He is good. It doesn't always feel good. But we are confident that He is. And this is even more mind-boggling when I think of how I fail. I don't deserve His goodness. And yet I am still here, somehow making it. Not on my own strength, and certainly not in my own way. I'd choose a much easier path if I could. And so I am thankful that I am not at the helm. I still wonder a lot. I wonder about the "why." But I don't have to understand, and believe me I don't.
One thing in particular that strikes me is how real pain feels. Pleasure often seems surreal, but pain causes me to feel like I am really in the midst of this. Pleasure can be so numbing, but pain reminds me I am alive. It strikes me that my contentment, as rare as that can be these days, is so self-focused. It is not the contentment I long for, contentment in God. But pain leads me to God, because it forces me to rely on Him. And somehow, in that strange way, I can then be content in Him as I should be. I wish the pain were solely mine. But even that is selfish. God is working in my family's lives as well.
Please keep praying for Leslie. She continues to be a beacon of God's grace in our home. There is much she could be bitter about, and yet she isn't. Pray for the kids too. They're weary. But I can even see God ministering to them, His grace and mercy, through this all.
miércoles, 22 de agosto de 2007
spéculation de la baisse prochaine des taux US
+13 pips entre 14h25 et 15h20 ECT. Long eurusd @ 1.3517 vendu @ 1.3530
Des rumeurs que la BCE augmenterait les taux en septembre comme prévu et que la FED diminuerait les taux d'un quart de point ont eu pour effêt de faire sortir l'eurusd de son range.
Des rumeurs que la BCE augmenterait les taux en septembre comme prévu et que la FED diminuerait les taux d'un quart de point ont eu pour effêt de faire sortir l'eurusd de son range.
lunes, 20 de agosto de 2007
Call for the elders of the church, and let them pray
Today Leslie went to work, then to radiation, and was able to return to work afterward. She had a good day. She is still in a great deal of pain and is working with her doctors to find the best treatment. Her radiation oncologist has been very gracious with his time, reassuring her that he is available to answer any and all of her questions.
After work, Leslie was able to rest while the older two did their homework and watched TV from her bed. We've been so thankful for how God has graced them with the patience and care for their mom. Aggie has even enjoyed rubbing her mom's feet and legs with lotion, and doting on her.
This evening, Leslie and I met with our Pastor, Ralph Johnston, and the elders at East Lanier Community Church. They gave up a great deal of time to talk with us and then pray for us. They annointed Leslie with oil before they prayed. The tears flowed and I was so moved by this great act of shepherding. I am so thankful for these men who put caring for us spiritually over business and administrative tasks. No one looked at their watches. Thoughtful questions and words of deep encouragement flowed to us. It was a beautiful thing.
After work, Leslie was able to rest while the older two did their homework and watched TV from her bed. We've been so thankful for how God has graced them with the patience and care for their mom. Aggie has even enjoyed rubbing her mom's feet and legs with lotion, and doting on her.
This evening, Leslie and I met with our Pastor, Ralph Johnston, and the elders at East Lanier Community Church. They gave up a great deal of time to talk with us and then pray for us. They annointed Leslie with oil before they prayed. The tears flowed and I was so moved by this great act of shepherding. I am so thankful for these men who put caring for us spiritually over business and administrative tasks. No one looked at their watches. Thoughtful questions and words of deep encouragement flowed to us. It was a beautiful thing.
domingo, 19 de agosto de 2007
seismic waves
Terminé le week-end ! Dans quelques heures , le semaine de 120 heures commence!
On verra si la volatilité des cours se maintient, comme sur le graphe au moment de l'annonce de la diminituion du discount rate.
On verra si la volatilité des cours se maintient, comme sur le graphe au moment de l'annonce de la diminituion du discount rate.
sábado, 18 de agosto de 2007
La Fed diminue le Discount Rate à 5.75%
( Sagrada Familia Gaudi- Barcelona-Subirach's sculpture - photo licensed
sxc.hu )
L'impact des annonces surprise des Banques Centrales est toujours violent. Vendredi début d'après-midi j'étais heureux avec un short eurusd acheté à 1.3467 quand l'annonce eut lieu.
Boum ! Le cours grimpe à toute allure vers 1.3525 ; n'ayant pas de stop/loss je décide de hedger au plus pressé: je prends un long à 1.3491 que je couperai à 1.3519 pour me re-hedger ensuite à 1.3503. Bilan avec le hedge j'ai gagné/récupéré 28 pips , mais la position globale me laisse avec une perte de 8 pips net contre un gain de +/-15 pips quelques minutes auparavant.
La technique de hedging est intéressante pour figer le cours ( un long et un short de même valeur de préférence sur un compte unique ou entre deux comptes ) , le seul inconvénient est qu'il faut couper le hedge à un moment ou l'autre, ce qui s'apparente à être de nouveau en position. Si on dé-hedge au mauvais moment, le perte se creuse.
Bref, j'ai pour l'instant un short à 1.3467 et un long à 1.3503. Certains brokers permettent de garder des positions en sens inverse plusieurs jours, le mien fait généralement un " netting" en cours de nuit, il solde les positions et donc ce faisant j'accuse une perte nette.
Pouvoir hedger est néanmoins une technique utile : pour passer au travers des stats économiques sans dommage par exemple.
Bon weekend.
sxc.hu )
L'impact des annonces surprise des Banques Centrales est toujours violent. Vendredi début d'après-midi j'étais heureux avec un short eurusd acheté à 1.3467 quand l'annonce eut lieu.
Boum ! Le cours grimpe à toute allure vers 1.3525 ; n'ayant pas de stop/loss je décide de hedger au plus pressé: je prends un long à 1.3491 que je couperai à 1.3519 pour me re-hedger ensuite à 1.3503. Bilan avec le hedge j'ai gagné/récupéré 28 pips , mais la position globale me laisse avec une perte de 8 pips net contre un gain de +/-15 pips quelques minutes auparavant.
La technique de hedging est intéressante pour figer le cours ( un long et un short de même valeur de préférence sur un compte unique ou entre deux comptes ) , le seul inconvénient est qu'il faut couper le hedge à un moment ou l'autre, ce qui s'apparente à être de nouveau en position. Si on dé-hedge au mauvais moment, le perte se creuse.
Bref, j'ai pour l'instant un short à 1.3467 et un long à 1.3503. Certains brokers permettent de garder des positions en sens inverse plusieurs jours, le mien fait généralement un " netting" en cours de nuit, il solde les positions et donc ce faisant j'accuse une perte nette.
Pouvoir hedger est néanmoins une technique utile : pour passer au travers des stats économiques sans dommage par exemple.
Bon weekend.
viernes, 17 de agosto de 2007
Thankful
Today I'm thankful. On Thursday, Leslie called me to tell me that she is no longer teaching 4th grade. My initial reaction was shock. But then she explained to me that her principal had moved her into a new teaching position. Basically, Leslie will be working with students to develop their reading skills. This new position removes the stress of her preparing for daily lectures and classroom activities. Instead, she now has the flexibility to work with students on a more individualized basis. It's a win-win situation for both her and her class of 4th graders.
I didn't really even know how to pray, but I knew that Leslie's physical strength was not such that she could keep up the pace to teach a regular class. I couldn't imagine a solution. But her principal took it upon herself to solve this challenge. I don't even have the words to describe the relief I feel, nor the thankfulness I have in my heart for the administration and teachers at her school. She has been loved and cared for in ways that go beyond my imagination.
The radiation and chemo continue to drain her strength. This weekend will be her first break from radiation and my hope is that her body will regain much of the strength she needs to start back with the radiation treatments on Monday.
Tomorrow, my parents are set to come up and get the kids to go and play and allow Leslie and I to have some much needed time together. I hope to also be able to make some headway on a paper that I need to complete for seminary.
I didn't really even know how to pray, but I knew that Leslie's physical strength was not such that she could keep up the pace to teach a regular class. I couldn't imagine a solution. But her principal took it upon herself to solve this challenge. I don't even have the words to describe the relief I feel, nor the thankfulness I have in my heart for the administration and teachers at her school. She has been loved and cared for in ways that go beyond my imagination.
The radiation and chemo continue to drain her strength. This weekend will be her first break from radiation and my hope is that her body will regain much of the strength she needs to start back with the radiation treatments on Monday.
Tomorrow, my parents are set to come up and get the kids to go and play and allow Leslie and I to have some much needed time together. I hope to also be able to make some headway on a paper that I need to complete for seminary.
jueves, 16 de agosto de 2007
A New Day
Leslie seemed like she got some rest last night and was upbeat this morning. She went to work today. Hopefully she'll be strong through her 12:40 radiation treatment and then get some rest this afternoon.
miércoles, 15 de agosto de 2007
Count It All Joy
"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing." (James 1:2-4).
This command is so much easier to read than it is to implement. This week has been one of the hardest of my life. It's only half over. I would say that it is the hardest ever, but I'm not sure that it is. I told Leslie last night that I haven't felt this low in a long time, but I do remember feeling this low just a few years ago when we were in seminary. During both this time and the time a few years back I felt a great sense of being out of control. But while in seminary, much of what we reaped was due to my failure to confront. So in part, it was because of my failure. Now, I find myself in a situation that is not the result of my failure. So therein is some hope. I have to accept this trial, and face it, with joy. I can't sulk in my failures. I can't blame myself. So this is a new lesson. As strange as it may sound, I think I tried to deal with the struggles while we were in seminary as if I controlled part of it. But here I find myself even more out of control. I couldn't prevent Leslie's cancer any more than I can take it away now.
So here I find a new test to my faith. I am now dealing with a tragedy that in no way I contributed to, except in the sense that I am one of Adam's race, a sinner. But this struggle is in no way the direct result of my sin. It has simply been allowed. Furthermore, I feel out of control in that I can't take Leslie's cancer away. I can't make the treatment any easier on her body. I can serve her, and try to make her life easier, but I can't make her body respond any differently. Herein I must trust God in a whole new way. The kind of steadfastness that's required here is far beyond anything that's ever been required in my life. And I must say that it is beyond anything I can produce in myself. I am leaning, or trying to lean, completely on God for this kind of patience. It is only by His Spirit that I can rest. Yet I find myself trying to drum up the strength to handle this myself. I am trying way too hard. And as I try, I find myself more inadequate. I thought my life was busy before: married, with kids, a full-time job, two part time jobs, trying to finish seminary, trying to get out of debt, trying to keep up a house, trying to pay bills, and remember to spray weed killer, and change the oil, and take my allergy medicine, and pack my lunch for the next day, etc... Now, life is way beyond that. So many of those things seem so trite. I can't do it all. There's really no way. So now I find myself either stressing out as I remember all the things I was supposed to accomplish today, or praying to God for the trust that I would rely on Him for the grace not to accomplish everything. That's a battle! Before, I easily beat myself up for not getting it all done. Now I know that I can in no way get it all done. But as I learn to rely on God, I watch Him meet our needs, by His Spirit working in our lives to provide the steadfastness we need, and by His Spirit prompting others to come alongside us and help meet our physical needs. The formula sounds so easy, "count it all joy." But it is so tough.
Tonight I hurt more deeply than I ever have for Leslie. I hate what she is going through, and yet I am commanded to count it all joy. I know our suffering could be so much worse. But these are the shoes I'm walking in. So as I learn, more so this time than ever, I must count it all joy. Right in the middle of the hurt, I must count it joy. Joy in pain. Now there's something to hang your hat on.
Thanks to all who are continually praying for Leslie. Tomorrow she goes back to work. She has a load far beyond mine as she cares for so many details in her life, many of which (for the first time) now involve her. Pray for her stamina and for her joy. Pray for her body and the next round of chemo and radiation she will experience tomorrow. Pray that this test of our faith will indeed produce the steadfastness that would glorify God. Pray that His glory would shine, even when I lose my patience, revel in pity, and allow my anger to ignite. I long to be a vessel to Leslie and the kids during this time, a vessel of God's grace. I am usually not, but oh, how long to be.
This command is so much easier to read than it is to implement. This week has been one of the hardest of my life. It's only half over. I would say that it is the hardest ever, but I'm not sure that it is. I told Leslie last night that I haven't felt this low in a long time, but I do remember feeling this low just a few years ago when we were in seminary. During both this time and the time a few years back I felt a great sense of being out of control. But while in seminary, much of what we reaped was due to my failure to confront. So in part, it was because of my failure. Now, I find myself in a situation that is not the result of my failure. So therein is some hope. I have to accept this trial, and face it, with joy. I can't sulk in my failures. I can't blame myself. So this is a new lesson. As strange as it may sound, I think I tried to deal with the struggles while we were in seminary as if I controlled part of it. But here I find myself even more out of control. I couldn't prevent Leslie's cancer any more than I can take it away now.
So here I find a new test to my faith. I am now dealing with a tragedy that in no way I contributed to, except in the sense that I am one of Adam's race, a sinner. But this struggle is in no way the direct result of my sin. It has simply been allowed. Furthermore, I feel out of control in that I can't take Leslie's cancer away. I can't make the treatment any easier on her body. I can serve her, and try to make her life easier, but I can't make her body respond any differently. Herein I must trust God in a whole new way. The kind of steadfastness that's required here is far beyond anything that's ever been required in my life. And I must say that it is beyond anything I can produce in myself. I am leaning, or trying to lean, completely on God for this kind of patience. It is only by His Spirit that I can rest. Yet I find myself trying to drum up the strength to handle this myself. I am trying way too hard. And as I try, I find myself more inadequate. I thought my life was busy before: married, with kids, a full-time job, two part time jobs, trying to finish seminary, trying to get out of debt, trying to keep up a house, trying to pay bills, and remember to spray weed killer, and change the oil, and take my allergy medicine, and pack my lunch for the next day, etc... Now, life is way beyond that. So many of those things seem so trite. I can't do it all. There's really no way. So now I find myself either stressing out as I remember all the things I was supposed to accomplish today, or praying to God for the trust that I would rely on Him for the grace not to accomplish everything. That's a battle! Before, I easily beat myself up for not getting it all done. Now I know that I can in no way get it all done. But as I learn to rely on God, I watch Him meet our needs, by His Spirit working in our lives to provide the steadfastness we need, and by His Spirit prompting others to come alongside us and help meet our physical needs. The formula sounds so easy, "count it all joy." But it is so tough.
Tonight I hurt more deeply than I ever have for Leslie. I hate what she is going through, and yet I am commanded to count it all joy. I know our suffering could be so much worse. But these are the shoes I'm walking in. So as I learn, more so this time than ever, I must count it all joy. Right in the middle of the hurt, I must count it joy. Joy in pain. Now there's something to hang your hat on.
Thanks to all who are continually praying for Leslie. Tomorrow she goes back to work. She has a load far beyond mine as she cares for so many details in her life, many of which (for the first time) now involve her. Pray for her stamina and for her joy. Pray for her body and the next round of chemo and radiation she will experience tomorrow. Pray that this test of our faith will indeed produce the steadfastness that would glorify God. Pray that His glory would shine, even when I lose my patience, revel in pity, and allow my anger to ignite. I long to be a vessel to Leslie and the kids during this time, a vessel of God's grace. I am usually not, but oh, how long to be.
At Home
Today, Leslie stayed home from work and her principal got a substitute for her class. The older two kids are at school thanks to their Mimi who came to get them at O bright thirty this morning. I took the Munch back to Aunt Kristin's. Uncle Wil was there today and she exclaimed with excitement when we pulled up and she saw his kapleese (police) car. He called a few hours later saying they were going to DQ to get ice cream (at 10:20 AM!!!).
Pray for Leslie. She was very tired and nauseous when I left this morning. The doctor had given her a new anti-nausea medication to try.
Pray for Leslie. She was very tired and nauseous when I left this morning. The doctor had given her a new anti-nausea medication to try.
martes, 14 de agosto de 2007
lunes, 13 de agosto de 2007
Zapped!
Today Leslie began her first round of treatment. She began the chemotherapy by pill, which consists of a morning and evening regiment of rather benign-looking pills. I'm not sure why, but I expected them to look painful. At 12:40 she went for her first round of radiation which lasted about 10 minutes. She will do this each day, Monday through Friday, for the next five weeks. Although the procedure is quick, it is uncomfortable for her as she has to lay on a hard board with her back bowed up.
In addition to being zapped by the radiation, she also feels zapped. I know I've recounted each day that she is exhausted, but she truly is. All of you who know Leslie know that she isn't one to complain or wimp out. So I know this is really straining her body. On top of the physical stress of the cancer and the treatment, it is also stressful for her as she starts the school year. But we are so thankful for the teachers the Lord has surrounded her with and her administrators who have been so understanding and compassionate. Please pray for her, not only for physical stamina, but for the mental stamina to be the teacher she wants to be. And pray for wisdom to know how to handle each and every situation the Lord puts before her each day.
Please pray too for us as we decide what to do with Munchkin. Her preschool does not begin until after Labor Day. Right now, our sister-in-law, Kristin, is keeping her. We are so thankful for Kristin's willingness to sacrifice her time and energy to serve us in this way. We need to find a solution for Munch that will allow me to get to work in a timely manner and provide care for her all day. The preschool that she was in last year, and that we are planning to put her in this year, lasts only from 9-1 each day. Ideally, we'd like to find a situation that would care for her all day, and allow me to drop her off earlier so I can get to work earlier, and thus get home to help Leslie at an earlier time.
In addition to being zapped by the radiation, she also feels zapped. I know I've recounted each day that she is exhausted, but she truly is. All of you who know Leslie know that she isn't one to complain or wimp out. So I know this is really straining her body. On top of the physical stress of the cancer and the treatment, it is also stressful for her as she starts the school year. But we are so thankful for the teachers the Lord has surrounded her with and her administrators who have been so understanding and compassionate. Please pray for her, not only for physical stamina, but for the mental stamina to be the teacher she wants to be. And pray for wisdom to know how to handle each and every situation the Lord puts before her each day.
Please pray too for us as we decide what to do with Munchkin. Her preschool does not begin until after Labor Day. Right now, our sister-in-law, Kristin, is keeping her. We are so thankful for Kristin's willingness to sacrifice her time and energy to serve us in this way. We need to find a solution for Munch that will allow me to get to work in a timely manner and provide care for her all day. The preschool that she was in last year, and that we are planning to put her in this year, lasts only from 9-1 each day. Ideally, we'd like to find a situation that would care for her all day, and allow me to drop her off earlier so I can get to work earlier, and thus get home to help Leslie at an earlier time.
domingo, 12 de agosto de 2007
Marchés volatils avec la crise des "subprime"
Beaucoup d'opportunités pour le scalping , vendredi 10 août, mais il fallait avoir le coeur bien accroché : les girations du cours ressemblaient aux montagnes russes: 10 pips de hausse suivis de 10 pips de baisse ou plus dans la même minute, ceci plusieurs fois pendant la séance pour l' eurusd.
Petit gain net de 3 pips sur 3 trades : <8 pips>, <8 pips >, + 19 pips.
Le deuxième trade était une erreur, un trade de "revanche" après la première perte. Le troisième trade se fit sur un breakout bien net et rapide, prise de bénéfice quand le cours devint immobile pendant un bref instant juste avant de repartir dans le sens opposé.
Je lis souvent dans les forums des opinions diverses et bien tranchées sur le scalping : on voit bien avec les trois trades d'aujourd'hui que la "zône de bénéfice" est très étroite; une seule erreur peut anéantir ou compromettre l'objectif de gain pour la journée. Cette façon de trader convient à certains et pas à d'autres. Dans ce business, les gagnants reçoivent de l'or tandis que les perdants doivent donner l'or. Il n'y a pas de prix de consolation.
Petit gain net de 3 pips sur 3 trades : <8 pips>, <8 pips >, + 19 pips.
Le deuxième trade était une erreur, un trade de "revanche" après la première perte. Le troisième trade se fit sur un breakout bien net et rapide, prise de bénéfice quand le cours devint immobile pendant un bref instant juste avant de repartir dans le sens opposé.
Je lis souvent dans les forums des opinions diverses et bien tranchées sur le scalping : on voit bien avec les trois trades d'aujourd'hui que la "zône de bénéfice" est très étroite; une seule erreur peut anéantir ou compromettre l'objectif de gain pour la journée. Cette façon de trader convient à certains et pas à d'autres. Dans ce business, les gagnants reçoivent de l'or tandis que les perdants doivent donner l'or. Il n'y a pas de prix de consolation.
jueves, 9 de agosto de 2007
First Day of School
Today was the first day of school for Leslie and the kids. McGrooter and Aggie both had a great day, like their teachers, and are making new friends. Leslie made it more than half a day, but then had to come home to rest. She was wiped out tonight, but more upbeat than I expected. I'm glad tomorrow is Friday and that the weekend is close! Saturday is Leslie's next appointment, with the radiation oncologist. Please pray that treatments can begin next week. Pray also for wisdom for us as we determine the best care for the Munchkin this school year.
miércoles, 8 de agosto de 2007
Worn Out!
I think we're all getting weary, but Leslie was especially worn out this evening. Today was open house at her school. McGrooter and Aggie both went to meet their teachers and start school tomorrow! I'm not sure what the coming days will hold for Leslie, but tonight we discussed her possibly working half days for the near future. I think the stress of beginning a new role is tiresome enough, but there's no doubt that her body is struggling from physical exhaustion as well as with recovering from surgery and fighting the cancer that remains. Beginning treatment next week will be a further drain on her strength. Pray that she will know when to say "no." Leslie is not a quitter, and she will need God's grace and wisdom to know her limits. Pray too that I will know how best to serve her and the kids, and do so with kindness and graciousness. Thanks to all of you who are praying for us!
lunes, 6 de agosto de 2007
Back to Work
Today was Leslie's first day back to work. She had a good day, but was pretty tired by the end. She spent two hours at the radiation oncologist's office getting "fitted" for her radiation treatments. It was a pretty difficult visit in which she spent about 45 minutes in and out of the CT scan machine while they determined the correct measurements. They made a number of marks and will make the permanant tatoos on Saturday. They are currently overbooked for next week, but we are praying Leslie will be able to begin the treatments on Monday. This will begin the five week regiment of daily radiation and chemotherapy.
domingo, 5 de agosto de 2007
A Tapestry
Today we worshipped at East Lanier, where our pastor preached on the importance of church planting. It was wonderful to worship again with this body and to see many familiar faces and friends. Ralph preached from Acts 8:4, from which he encouraged us to preach the Gospel as we are going. Often I think of preaching the Gospel as an event, but from both this passage as well as the Great Commission passage in Matthew, we see that we are to make disciples “as we are going.” This means that it is not an event in our lives, but a way of living our lives. We are to live out the Gospel. One of the things that I’ve come to appreciate through this trial of cancer is how God is in the midst of interweaving so many tapestries “as we are going.” We never know who has gone before us and who will come after us. As we live out the Gospel, which more than often should include us sharing the Gospel with our words, God is at work in the lives of those around us, bring our actions and those of others in the Body, together for His glory. We’ve seen this at work in the ministry of those caring for us. So many people have done so many individual acts of ministry, but God has woven them together to meet every need we’ve had. I often think of wanting to do everything for others. There are so many needs around us. But God has gifted me to do just certain things, as He has others, and He gets the glory for bringing them all together. The same is true in church planting. God scatters his people out to do that which He has enabled us to do. When we obey, we see His work in all its glory. As the Scripture says, some sow, some water, and some reap. When we fail to obey, it doesn’t tie God’s hands. He still works, which is a beautiful thing. He is gracious, carrying out His will beyond our mistakes. But oh the pleasure we can enjoy when we obey Him. When we walk by the Spirit, and follow His leading, we get to witness the tapestry of His glory. One of the songs we sang this morning, from Psalm 73 I believe, dealt with the selfishness we often find ourselves in as we see others who apparently are thriving. We wallow in self-pity, asking “why me?” It is easy for us to do this, whether we are dealing with cancer, death, financial struggles, or relational difficulties. But when we walk by the Spirit, the scales are peeled back from our eyes so that we get small glimpses of what God is doing. Our struggles aren’t about us, any more than our victories. Both are to be lived through, for the glory of God. He is using both, weaving them together, weaving them with the lives of others, to proclaim His great name and His great worth. When we preach the Gospel, as we are going, where we are in the place God has put us, we have the opportunity to revel in His work. When we wallow in self-pity, and ask “why me?” we continually miss what God is doing. He doesn’t cease His work because we disobey. He is the King. He still works. But we can enjoy the tapestry He is weaving, and stand in awe of who He is and all that He is, when we simply obey Him. So today, as you are going, live out the Gospel. Ask God to give you His perspective. When you feel like life is flopping, plead with God to give you eyes to see. He is at work. It’s a glorious thing!
Tomorrow Leslie begins pre-planning. Please pray for strength for her this week. Pray that God would protect her body from the bugs that like to float around elementary schools. But more than anything, pray that as she goes about her work that the fragrance of the Gospel would emanate around her so that others see her not with eyes of pity, but with eyes of appreciation for our great God!
Tomorrow Leslie begins pre-planning. Please pray for strength for her this week. Pray that God would protect her body from the bugs that like to float around elementary schools. But more than anything, pray that as she goes about her work that the fragrance of the Gospel would emanate around her so that others see her not with eyes of pity, but with eyes of appreciation for our great God!
sábado, 4 de agosto de 2007
Note to Self - Take A Glove to the Game
Last night we took my father-in-law to the Braves game for his birthday. It was an all-guys outing, including the boys. It was McGrooter's first baseball game. We had a fantastic time filled with hotdogs, peanuts, and a few foul balls. One particular foul ball headed our way, so we all stood up. I didn't expect it to come as close as it did to us, but it curved back in, and it was moving pretty quick. I reached with my left hand to catch it and leaned forward. The ball went through my hand and landed squarely on my right thigh. I knew pretty quick that I was going to want some ice for my thumb. The emergency folks headed my way and asked me to come up to the first aid station. They gave me some ice, and asked me to sign a bunch of paperwork (which I refused because I couldn't understand why they needed all that...they didn't like that either). I'll go ahead and tell you that both my thumb and leg aren't too pretty today. So if you have a weak stomach don't click on these two pictures (thumb and leg). The experience provided a good opportunity for me today to explain to McGrooter how God uses dad to protect him. After disciplining him for disobeying me, I explained that the reason I laid down the law (which he broke) it was to protect him. Had I not gotten in front of that ball last night, it would have caught him in the chest. Seeing the bruise on my leg and thumb was a good visual for him to understand dad's protection. I think I'll take a ball glove to our next game!
Today was full. We continued the celebration of Mike's birthday at their house with a cookout. Tonight, Dana and Clay headed back to SC with our three kiddos. This will free up Leslie to start pre-planning on Monday without having to find childcare for the kids. They start school on Thursday.
Leslie continues to experience a great deal of fatigue, along with some other nuisances associated with the surgery and/or cancer. Please keep her in your prayers, especially as she faces a very full week starting Monday.
Today was full. We continued the celebration of Mike's birthday at their house with a cookout. Tonight, Dana and Clay headed back to SC with our three kiddos. This will free up Leslie to start pre-planning on Monday without having to find childcare for the kids. They start school on Thursday.
Leslie continues to experience a great deal of fatigue, along with some other nuisances associated with the surgery and/or cancer. Please keep her in your prayers, especially as she faces a very full week starting Monday.
La NFA propose d'augmenter le capital minimum des brokers
La National Futures Association est une organisation professionnelle d'auto-régulation sur le marché des Futures U.S. Elle est financée par les cotisations de ses Membres.
La NFA propose d'augmenter le capital minimum des dealers forex à 5 millions de dollars .
Un article du mois d'août 2007 de la revue "Currency Trader" souligne que depuis l'an 2000, la NFA a agrée plus de 50 firmes U.S. pour le trading forex. Cependant, beaucoup d'entres elles sont tombées en faillite en raison de sous-capitalisation, de fraudes ou de mauvaise gestion.
L'initiative de la NFA est donc louable et semble nécessaire vu que les exigences d'agréation du passé n'ont manifestement pas constitué un filtre efficace.
Tout ceci ne doit pas nous faire oublier que l'industrie des brokers forex n'est pas ou peu régulée aux USA . Les clients ne peuvent s'en prendre qu'à eux-mêmes dans l'eventualité d'une faillite soudaine ou d'un gel de leurs fonds.
D'autre part , les codes d'éthiques ou de déontologie des associations professionnelles, les contrôles internes ou des armées d'auditeurs comptables n'empêcheront jamais des individus peu scrupuleux d'arriver à leurs fins. Les exemples abondent dans le passé récent .
Sachant cela, il me semble clair que tout trader sérieux qui veut une protection de ses avoirs devrait soit ouvrir un compte dans une banque ou avec un broker qui offre un plan de protection des comptes clients. Les banques européeennes travaillent dans un cadre légal très strict quant à la protection des dépôts des clients. Trois banques offrent un service de qualité: une Allemande, une Danoise et une Suisse. A vous de choisir celles qui vous conviendront le mieux. Un homme averti en vaut deux...
La NFA propose d'augmenter le capital minimum des dealers forex à 5 millions de dollars .
Un article du mois d'août 2007 de la revue "Currency Trader" souligne que depuis l'an 2000, la NFA a agrée plus de 50 firmes U.S. pour le trading forex. Cependant, beaucoup d'entres elles sont tombées en faillite en raison de sous-capitalisation, de fraudes ou de mauvaise gestion.
L'initiative de la NFA est donc louable et semble nécessaire vu que les exigences d'agréation du passé n'ont manifestement pas constitué un filtre efficace.
Tout ceci ne doit pas nous faire oublier que l'industrie des brokers forex n'est pas ou peu régulée aux USA . Les clients ne peuvent s'en prendre qu'à eux-mêmes dans l'eventualité d'une faillite soudaine ou d'un gel de leurs fonds.
D'autre part , les codes d'éthiques ou de déontologie des associations professionnelles, les contrôles internes ou des armées d'auditeurs comptables n'empêcheront jamais des individus peu scrupuleux d'arriver à leurs fins. Les exemples abondent dans le passé récent .
Sachant cela, il me semble clair que tout trader sérieux qui veut une protection de ses avoirs devrait soit ouvrir un compte dans une banque ou avec un broker qui offre un plan de protection des comptes clients. Les banques européeennes travaillent dans un cadre légal très strict quant à la protection des dépôts des clients. Trois banques offrent un service de qualité: une Allemande, une Danoise et une Suisse. A vous de choisir celles qui vous conviendront le mieux. Un homme averti en vaut deux...
viernes, 3 de agosto de 2007
My Mom Is The Greatest!
Okay, so mom complained that I never mentioned her name on my blog. Now she can't. I wish I could find that picture of her when she advertised for "Big Sexy Hair Products." I'd put it on here.
Leslie continues to do well. The fatigue is her biggest challenge right now. I can only imagine it will be worse when she starts back to work on Monday, and then even moreso when she starts treatment the following week. Dana & Clay are taking the kids back to SC this weekend so that Leslie can start back to work a little easier. Plus it will help me as I'm down to the deadline on a class I need to finish for seminary. I have a few papers that I need to get written.
Tonight, though, McGrooter and I are going to have fun. We're going with Grandad, Poppie, Uncles Wil & Clay, and cousin Jake, to the Braves game. It'll be McG's first big league game!!
In light of my last post, poking a little fun at the Emerging Church, here is how you can know if you are a part of Emergent. And if you don't like that, then you just have to love these great "facts" about Charles Spurgeon.
Leslie continues to do well. The fatigue is her biggest challenge right now. I can only imagine it will be worse when she starts back to work on Monday, and then even moreso when she starts treatment the following week. Dana & Clay are taking the kids back to SC this weekend so that Leslie can start back to work a little easier. Plus it will help me as I'm down to the deadline on a class I need to finish for seminary. I have a few papers that I need to get written.
Tonight, though, McGrooter and I are going to have fun. We're going with Grandad, Poppie, Uncles Wil & Clay, and cousin Jake, to the Braves game. It'll be McG's first big league game!!
In light of my last post, poking a little fun at the Emerging Church, here is how you can know if you are a part of Emergent. And if you don't like that, then you just have to love these great "facts" about Charles Spurgeon.
jueves, 2 de agosto de 2007
Just for Fun
No, this is not about cancer, suffering, or needing to coordinate meals. It's just for fun, theological fun. Now that I've weeded out all the readers but two of you (probably Van and Andy...maybe Curtis is still with me), check out these great motivational posters about the "emerging church." They're kinda funny. Here are a couple of my favorites.
And the VERY BEST one:
And the VERY BEST one:
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