Picnic

My office had its spring picnic yesterday afternoon. We enjoyed it so much, and were thankful to feel well enough to participate. What a wonderful group of people!

Chuck's pathology report came back all clean. Thank the Lord. The doctor says the incision needs to heal before he gives attention to the nearby swollen area.

“There are five Gospels,” said Gypsy Smith. “Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, and the Christian. Some people will never read the first four.” That certainly calls us to be authentic followers of Christ, doesn’t it? I googled Gypsy Smith. He was an evangelist in England during the first half of the 1900s. Born in a gypsy tent, he never attended a day of school in his life. Somehow he learned to read and write, and wrote a charming autobiography that includes many insights into the gypsy culture and way of life. He came to faith in Christ as a young adult. One website said he was England’s most beloved preacher. What a remarkable person! I believe gypsies are now called “Romas,” and they continue to protect their unique identity wherever they live in the world. When Gypsy was a young boy, he said, his community strictly followed Jewish rules for Sabbath and for cleanliness. They had no Bibles, and couldn’t have read them anyway. Wonder what was the history of those customs!

Today we have modest plans for some yard work. And a former neighbor is stopping in to pick up some herbs for her new yard. (It's fun to have abundance to share.)

Love,
Carol