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I did it!  I found the right church.  Notice I did not say it’s the perfect church.  If it were, I would have wrecked it the minute I walked in the door.  But it’s right for me.

 First, there’s the music.  Sorry for all you lovely ones who think I’m so spiritual I only go for good theology.  I don’t.  It’s important that I agree with the teacher, of course.  That doesn’t say either of us are right;  it’s just that we both think we are…

No, the music is what draws me and keeps me and causes me to worship.  It’s been that way since I was a child in the Methodist Church in Ashton, Idaho.  My parents had been raised Lutheran and both had been turned away from that early on.  I actually would go to the Lutheran Church some Sundays just to see what I was missing, and because they didn’t have central heating, but a stove up in the front corner where you got so hot you felt the teachings on hell fire were true and you definitely did not want to go there. On the other hand, you could have chillblains in your feet and hands if you sat at the back of the congregation.  It was hard to concentrate on anything the pastor said when your teeth were chattering and you kept jiggling to keep from freezing.

So I went Methodist.  They had central heating and they had great singing.  I don’t remember a single sermon, not one!  But the words in those great hymns spoke in a way no human being ever could.

This church I went to today is in Escondido.  About 15 minutes or so away on Sundays freeways.  The sermon was on Doubting Thomas, with whom I have identified with more in my life that I want to admit.  Thomas’s middle name was Didymus.  That means Twin.  And as a teacher told me once, ‘if you want to know who his twin was, just look in the mirror!’  Most of us have moments of scepticism in our walk with God;  the longer our walk, the shorter the moments.  And as the pastor pointed out, Jesus never lost patience with those who were willing they needed Him.

The recessional hymn was “He Lives.”  Those words go back to the day I first came to know Him and I repeat them here for me, not for you.  But you are welcome to listen in..

I serve a risen Savior, he’s in the world today  I know that He is living, whatever men may say.  I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer, and just the time I need Him, He’s always near.

He lives!  He live!  Christ Jesus lives today.  He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.

He Lives!  He Lives!  Salvation to impart.  You ask me how I know He lives?

He lives within my heart!

And if you catch yourself singing that in the next few days, I understand.  I am, too.

Sometimes I’m amazed at the web world and sometimes I’m just plain confused by it; most of the time, I think it’s really exciting.  Becky told me about this site and I’ll just have to try it out.

 It’s nearly the middle of April and the weather is downright cold here in San Marcos today.  I realize those in the midwest don’t understand cold  in the high 50’s, but when you get used to daily weather in the 80’s,  you find yourself incredibly cold on a day like this, especially when you get some strong breezes from the ocean.

 Conn and I moved to San Marcos, CA a litle over a year ago.  It’s north of San Diego, east of Carlsbad and moving toward the mountains.  We are in a senior complex and beginning to get acquainted enough that we don’t have to call everyone sweeetie.  That’s a great step forward to me.  If I call you that, you can almost bet the farm that I’ve forgotten your name…

Conn has congestive heart disease that causes him to go pretty slow most of the time.  His doctor (who actually comes to the house) said the only answer is to start exercising.  Since he made it official with a prescription pad, Conn said he’d listen.  I realized then that I’ve needed initials AFTER my name to make real suggestions all these years.  Silly me. 

 Celebrated my uncle’s 90th birthday last week.  We made it a mini family reunion with people coming from Wisconsin, NYC, Idaho , Utah and California.  It was just great fun.  We all ate too much, but since everyone, as far as I know, is still alive, I can only conclude that gluttony, while ugly, is not necessarily fatal.  And unfortunately, like so many other of its ilk,  the sin of overeating is a lot more fun than dieting.

I saw cousins I hadn’t seen in more years than I like to remember and enjoyed them so much.  I find that they have the same sense of humor I have and while that’s not altogether comforting, it’s way less lonely!  There’s something in that blood line that makes everyone feel whole.

I plan to go to San Jose a week from Saturday to visit with Lisa for a few days.  I’ll also see my darling friends, Elizabeth and Gretchen, whom I love.  Lisa is facing more surgery on the 4th of May so I want to see her before that.

 Julie is spending this month in Paris where she’s taking a French language immersion course.  I talked to her yesterday and she was bloody but unbowed.  I don’t think any of my kids were born with the ‘quit’ gene.  I am amazed and a little awed as they just keep on plowing through obstacles to reach their goals.

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