I am talking about hope on Sunday morning. Hope is the desire for some future good with the expectation of obtaining it. Here are some thoughts about hope:
Hope is the dream of a soul awake. -French Proverb
Hope never abandons you; you abandon it. -George Weinberg
People can live about forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air, but can only truly live for one moment without hope.
Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark. -George Iles
Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.
I am interested to know: what do you hope for? Let me know your first thought. Don't think about it too much. Just share your hope(s).
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Root Canal
I walked into the dental office about 15 minutes early. Those of you who know me well know that is a small miracle. I made small talk with the receptionist for a while. She had a good Thanksgiving and ate too much. Like I said, it was small talk.
The root canal was surprisingly painless. The only painful part of the procedure was when I got my third of three shots to numb my mouth. I made small talk with the endodontist and his assistant. She talked about the Christmas lights across the street. He was looking forward to pheasant hunting in the snow. Both asked about the church. I was the first pastor they remember working on. I don't know if we all have good dental habits or what? They remember a priest from a few years ago. He made them call him "Father." I told them pretty much everybody calls me Craig except my mom (Ben -- long story), Amber (Tig -- another long story), and Benjamin (daddy). The drilling was kind of wierd. I think I'll wear an iPod if I ever need another root canal. Lots of money later, I was almost as good as new.
It was strange trying to eat with a numb mouth. I kept felt like I was spilling. I got feeling back in my mouth just after dinner. I am off now to floss and gargle some mouthwash.
In life as in teeth, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
The root canal was surprisingly painless. The only painful part of the procedure was when I got my third of three shots to numb my mouth. I made small talk with the endodontist and his assistant. She talked about the Christmas lights across the street. He was looking forward to pheasant hunting in the snow. Both asked about the church. I was the first pastor they remember working on. I don't know if we all have good dental habits or what? They remember a priest from a few years ago. He made them call him "Father." I told them pretty much everybody calls me Craig except my mom (Ben -- long story), Amber (Tig -- another long story), and Benjamin (daddy). The drilling was kind of wierd. I think I'll wear an iPod if I ever need another root canal. Lots of money later, I was almost as good as new.
It was strange trying to eat with a numb mouth. I kept felt like I was spilling. I got feeling back in my mouth just after dinner. I am off now to floss and gargle some mouthwash.
In life as in teeth, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Marathon
My last marathon was rough on me. It took me a few weeks to truly recover. I am not nearly running as much or as fast. It seems more enjoyable that way. So the blog will be different until I get the urge to run another marathon. I'll just write whatever is on my mind. It may or may not involve running. I always welcome your comments and insights.
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