Postcards from the weekend

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? Mine was pretty quiet compared to recent ones. No visitors, no parties. Just the usual.

It was so hot at the bud’s soccer game that Pappy left his fleece in the car! It was even hotter for the players and coaches.

Before the game daughter #1 and I went to an estate sale and we got a few odds and ends, such as this classic book from 1922…

Donald Ogden Stewart, you will recall, was an American humorist, actor, playwright, and screenwriter, who won a 1940 Oscar for his screenplay adaption of The Philadelphia Story.

I also worked on a new puzzle…It was a fun one!

Life in the fast lane.

We went to church with the twins and they once again checked their depravity at the door. I am very proud of them. I had to sign them into Sunday School using the new system which you do on an iPad which then prints out a name tag and a receipt which you use when you pick them up. It was pretty complicated for this old lady, but I managed somehow. Quite a reflection on our modern world, but okay, I get it. The subject of our adult Sunday School was church discipline, which in light of this was especially interesting. Anne had this to say about that.

The trouble is—well, there are so many troubles, but one of them is—that the only way for Christians to live peaceably together in the Kingdom of God is if they really understand down in the depths of their hearts that they are really so bad, that their inclinations are so ugly that unless God does something, they have no hope. And this is a hard saying, for none of us really believe that we are that bad. Our sins are “struggles.” They are just us being “broken.” They are the result of our childhoods. They are because other people are selfish and didn’t consider us more highly than themselves. They are because we didn’t have the same opportunities as other people. There are a thousand reasons why those stray vile thoughts about other people are not my fault. But the seedbed of peace is, as James says, humility, and humility is the result of looking into your own soul and seeing that you have thoughts and desires in there that would destroy the whole world.

Read the whole thing.

Here’s another good article from Carl Trueman: “Ours is a childish age…That is not to say that the matters at stake in both church and world are not deeply serious. But the idioms for addressing them have become infantile, and the church must resist the temptation to follow the world in this. To seek relevance therefore requires not capitulation to, or emulation of, the infantile, but rather a recapturing of what it means to be an adult.”

Also, John Piper on A Christian Alternative to Outrage Culture

And do we have a bear story? Yes! A 12-year old boy saved his father from being killed by a bear! No kidding.

Meanwhile, the prairie girls were grooving to an Oom-pah band…

And here’s a reminder: Happiness is a warm puppy.

Have a good week!