We found a Mark Twin statue in a park and had to answer questions about it.
Happy birthday to our always-driving, up-for-adventures, puzzle-loving, game-crushing, trivia-remembering, awesome Dad and husband!
We found a Mark Twin statue in a park and had to answer questions about it.
Happy birthday to our always-driving, up-for-adventures, puzzle-loving, game-crushing, trivia-remembering, awesome Dad and husband!
And, following tradition, we shared what we are thankful for. Dave for his fellow church staff making this crazy year of ministry run as smoothly as possible, Ella for her friends, Delia for her family. Since I am the author of this blog, I can go into a bit more detail. ;) I'm thankful this year for the little things that became big things: that our church could keep worshiping, that our family could get away and experience breathtaking creation at both the coast and the mountains, that I could teach these adorable students in person every single day, and even that the leaves on the trees seemed especially lovely this fall. This year gave me fresh eyes to see the many blessings that we so often take for granted.
Today, from the pulpit, Dave told every one present at our last outdoor church service to take some time reflecting, and even recording, what this unprecedented time in our church history has meant to them these past several months. He then took a picture of his view from the make shift stage that was built special for our outside services.
There has been a lot of pivoting at church since March as we strive to keep authentically worshiping God and learning from His Word together, but yet keep one another safe and stay in compliance with the law. We move back inside next week because the cold and rainy season is upon us and worshiping outside with all the tech in a changing season is just not feasible anymore, nor is going back to online only after 4 months of being together and, honestly, learning more about COVID and its real threat.
For me, outdoor worship has been gift, and I'm a little sad it's over for now. I have loved watching our church family come together in new ways of serving-- people showing up an hour early to get canopies popped up, sound plugged in, and livestream running. I have loved seeing people so hungry for in person church that they do whatever it takes to come, braving extreme weather and accepting unconventional "church" things like slathering their kids in sunscreen, hauling camping chairs, or bundling up in blankets! I have enjoyed seeing some traditions stay the same, like our love for singing, or our commitment to baptism, or a familiar liturgy, or the trust that we will ALWAYS hear a solid sermon preached, while other traditions have adapted-- like bringing your own coffee or wearing jeans! Mostly, I have loved the weekly reminder that church is not about a building, or your particular pew. Dave pointed out today that people all over the world and throughout time have worshiped God and been taught from scriptures in all sorts of places-- on the shores of a lake with their fishing boats nearby, outdoors on the African plains, hidden behind locked doors, in grand cathedrals, and, for the past few months, in a church parking lot. COVID has altered, but certainly not diminished, our desire or ability to meet God each Sunday. For some, it's maybe even strengthened it!
We even found the cutest hotel and spent our first night walking around the Heavenly Ski Village, visiting art galleries, eating pizza, enjoying some live music and yard games, and warming up by the fire pit with some complementary hot chocolate.
The next morning donuts and bikes were on the agenda! Since we spent the day before exploring Tahoe with Kyle on foot and in car, we thought it would be fun to see it on bicycle wheels! We rented bikes for the morning and traveled several miles along the East side of the lake in the forested Camp Richardson. BUT, before we could expect more physical activity out of Delia, we had to bribe her with the craziest donuts ever from Glazed and Confused! ;)