When I was a little kid, my aunt always used to buy us one of those neat Advent calendars that has the windows that open. For each day of Advent, we'd get to flip the window and see what the surprise was inside. It might be a candy cane, or it might be something with more religious significance.
The biggest window was for Christmas Day and that window held a picture of Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus. The reason for the season. The most important birth in the history of mankind. The long awaited Messiah that the Jewish people had heard about through the prophets.
Keeping Christ in Christmas is getting more difficult. The title of this blog is, "Life in a Small Town." In Canal Fulton at the heart of the downtown is an old bank building that was built at the turn of the century. Right in front the Lions Club puts the manger scene for all to see and enjoy. It's there now, although Joseph wasn't lighting up at first and he needed some repair. Thank God for the freedom to have the manger scene.
In my grandson's school, they recently had a "Harvest Meal" for all of the kindergarteners. His contribution was some corn chips. They couldn't call it Thanksgiving. No kidding. There isn't any mention of Halloween either. It's all gone, so that no one can complain. Presumably, that means that there is no mention of Christmas either. It's the new PC (politically correct) and it's not a good thing. Thanksgiving was started by one of the very presidents that the children learn about and celebrate on Presidents' Day -- Abraham Lincoln. At least he was the one who made it formal. And now, we're afraid to offend someone if we mention Thanksgiving. Even if I wasn't a Christian, I'd be thankful for SOMETHING, wouldn't I? It almost makes my head spin.
The giving tree is now displayed in SS Philip & James, holding more tags than I've ever seen before. Parishioners take a tag, sign the log, and then return the present and tag by December 11th. In this way we can help many local families who are struggling this year. After the tree is put away, the creche scene is displayed in that same area of the church.
Since I started this blog last January, I'm pretty sure we've never talked about the magi and how we used to work them into our Christmas when the boys were little. There was the long hall going to the bedrooms. The magi started their journey to Bethlehem at the end of that hall and each day the boys would move them a bit closer to their destination. They would get to the hutch right around Christmas Eve, and then I'd bring out the baby Jesus that was hidden until then. And the baby was in his rightful place in his lowly manger.
It's a great way for children to stay in the spirit of the holiday, and not to get all caught up in the trappings of Christmas to the exclusion of our Lord, Jesus.
I'm down the basement writing this posting again, and thank God that it works down here!! For this I am grateful, and for so many, many other wonders including my precious grandchildren. Take care, my friends.
Light of Christ
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Sorry about today
I'm sorry about how late this post is today. Believe me, I have been trying!! I got that same error message again and haven't even begun to figure out what is going on. So I ended up coming down the basement to watch the OSU game and we have an older computer down here. The blog came up and the button for posting came up, so here I am.
Just as a little note -- in case something would ever happen and you would access the blog on a given day -- know that something is WRONG. Keep trying. At that point, it would be very helpful if you would send me your email address to knelsen@uakron.edu and then I'll be able to let you know what has happened.
At this point, the cursor won't go anywhere but here, so I'm beginning again a few lines down. Oh brother!
Now a whole section just disappeared! This has not been a fun day so far. At any rate, let me rephrase what I tried to say up above. If you access the blog and there is no new posting, it means that I've got technical difficulties that I can't surmount. Like upstairs.
So hang in there with me and take a few moments to send me your email at knelsen@uakron.edu and then I'll be able to notify you as to what is going on and when the posts might resume.
Thanks so much. I'm absolutely tapped out from trying to get this thing working and also from preparing the Thanksgiving meal yesterday, etc., so hope you'll excuse me from writing any more today.
Thanks be to God for all of his goodness, for his patience with an impatient people, for the bounty we receive, and for our loving families and friends!
See you (I hope) on Tuesday.
Take care.
Just as a little note -- in case something would ever happen and you would access the blog on a given day -- know that something is WRONG. Keep trying. At that point, it would be very helpful if you would send me your email address to knelsen@uakron.edu and then I'll be able to let you know what has happened.
At this point, the cursor won't go anywhere but here, so I'm beginning again a few lines down. Oh brother!
Now a whole section just disappeared! This has not been a fun day so far. At any rate, let me rephrase what I tried to say up above. If you access the blog and there is no new posting, it means that I've got technical difficulties that I can't surmount. Like upstairs.
So hang in there with me and take a few moments to send me your email at knelsen@uakron.edu and then I'll be able to notify you as to what is going on and when the posts might resume.
Thanks so much. I'm absolutely tapped out from trying to get this thing working and also from preparing the Thanksgiving meal yesterday, etc., so hope you'll excuse me from writing any more today.
Thanks be to God for all of his goodness, for his patience with an impatient people, for the bounty we receive, and for our loving families and friends!
See you (I hope) on Tuesday.
Take care.
Friday, November 29, 2013
It's Black Friday
I hope your Thanksgiving yesterday was wonderful. Full of family, good food, and conversation!! There's always a bit of a nostalgia about the holiday though, because we can't help but remember the family members who are either unable to be with us or those who have passed away.
There are so many memories that Thanksgiving conjures up for us. The food usually tastes the same, but maybe the dressing isn't quite as good as Grandma's was. Or maybe one recipe was traded for another, and you like the new one but sort of miss the old one.
Today is our Thanksgiving with the four grown children and the grandchildren. It's always a bit of chaos but always great fun. Especially to watch the grandchildren relate to one another. There is always a moment, something funny that happens, that absolutely no one could predict. At Halloween, for example, my eldest son misspoke in attempting to get his son's attention (whose name is Drew), and called him, "Greg," which is his younger brother's name. That really created a roar of laughter from everyone.
My grandfather in his later years called people by the wrong name all of the time. That same age-related confusion has plagued a lot of people in our family, and then when I do it, it drives me crazy!! Usually, I catch it as soon as the name comes out of my mouth, but the scariest times are when I don't. We're very Alzheimer and dementia aware these days. So your first thought is, "Am I _____." And then you dismiss it, saying that it was only the one time and it might happen again, but not often.
So as far as today is concerned -- the stuffing is ready for the oven, the turkey is in the dutch oven, the upside down pumpkin cake is baking in the oven, the cheeseball is ready, the jello with cranberries is ready, and the only thing I actually have left to do that requires some labor is peel potatoes. I can manage that.
We're coming around to the first anniversary of this blog. It began at the very beginning of January 2013. I hope that you stay on board, because if you do, I'll keep on writing Tuesday through Saturday without interruption (or at least not many interruptions).
By the way, on a side note, I've attended two of the class reunion committee meetings so far. We had talked a few months ago about somehow rewarding anyone who might show up with their class sweater. They were absolutely the most blah looking things I've ever seen. Mine disappeared YEARS ago. Well, of the 16 of us who gathered at the November meeting, TWO of the 16 still have their sweaters!! Can you even believe that? One classmate looked at them with amazement on her face, and whined, "WHY?"
What did we expect when we chose beige and brown as our class colors?
Be sure to find Martha Stewart's guide to creating a memorable Christmas -- her Advent planning. It's always worth a laugh or two. In her current issue of "Martha Stewart Living," she shows a number of "holiday" trees. They are "holiday" because they sure aren't Christmas. Not one angel, not one crèche scene, not one star, not the magi, nothing. There are alphabet ornaments for her toddler grandchildren. There are menorahs. Just nothing with "Christ" in it. What kind of PC world are we creating here? Why bother calling it Christmas?
Take care.
There are so many memories that Thanksgiving conjures up for us. The food usually tastes the same, but maybe the dressing isn't quite as good as Grandma's was. Or maybe one recipe was traded for another, and you like the new one but sort of miss the old one.
Today is our Thanksgiving with the four grown children and the grandchildren. It's always a bit of chaos but always great fun. Especially to watch the grandchildren relate to one another. There is always a moment, something funny that happens, that absolutely no one could predict. At Halloween, for example, my eldest son misspoke in attempting to get his son's attention (whose name is Drew), and called him, "Greg," which is his younger brother's name. That really created a roar of laughter from everyone.
My grandfather in his later years called people by the wrong name all of the time. That same age-related confusion has plagued a lot of people in our family, and then when I do it, it drives me crazy!! Usually, I catch it as soon as the name comes out of my mouth, but the scariest times are when I don't. We're very Alzheimer and dementia aware these days. So your first thought is, "Am I _____." And then you dismiss it, saying that it was only the one time and it might happen again, but not often.
So as far as today is concerned -- the stuffing is ready for the oven, the turkey is in the dutch oven, the upside down pumpkin cake is baking in the oven, the cheeseball is ready, the jello with cranberries is ready, and the only thing I actually have left to do that requires some labor is peel potatoes. I can manage that.
We're coming around to the first anniversary of this blog. It began at the very beginning of January 2013. I hope that you stay on board, because if you do, I'll keep on writing Tuesday through Saturday without interruption (or at least not many interruptions).
By the way, on a side note, I've attended two of the class reunion committee meetings so far. We had talked a few months ago about somehow rewarding anyone who might show up with their class sweater. They were absolutely the most blah looking things I've ever seen. Mine disappeared YEARS ago. Well, of the 16 of us who gathered at the November meeting, TWO of the 16 still have their sweaters!! Can you even believe that? One classmate looked at them with amazement on her face, and whined, "WHY?"
What did we expect when we chose beige and brown as our class colors?
Be sure to find Martha Stewart's guide to creating a memorable Christmas -- her Advent planning. It's always worth a laugh or two. In her current issue of "Martha Stewart Living," she shows a number of "holiday" trees. They are "holiday" because they sure aren't Christmas. Not one angel, not one crèche scene, not one star, not the magi, nothing. There are alphabet ornaments for her toddler grandchildren. There are menorahs. Just nothing with "Christ" in it. What kind of PC world are we creating here? Why bother calling it Christmas?
Take care.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Cozy Wednesday
The kids are off of school today thanks to the wintery weather we had yesterday. This time the forecasters had it right on the dot -- the serious snow started here at around 3:00 p.m., just like they predicted.
So it's one of those hot chocolate, play with the toys, watch a little TV like Jake and the Pirates and Sophia the First, cuddle in a blanket and relax days. A cozy day for the children and those of us lucky enough not to have to venture out into the cold today.
I do feel bad, however, for those who were trying to reach family members for Thanksgiving. There are a lot of them stranded at the airports right now, trying to find a flight to wherever they are going. Apparently, the weather over most of the U.S. will be fine tomorrow, but the snow came at just the time when so many are heading out. The whole mess underscores the "reason for the season" which is that family and Thanksgiving are uniquely united.
Thanksgiving was observed in the early years of our country, but there was no formal proclamation to that effect until Abraham Lincoln set the last Thursday of the month of November as the official Thanksgiving. In his proclamation, he invoked the name of God many, many times. Thus, although Thanksgiving is a holiday set by the government, its link with our faith is undisputed.
For me Thanksgiving means doing a lot of cooking, cleaning, and preparing. It does NOT mean going to the mall, any store whatsoever, or standing in a line in the frigid cold waiting to get $20 off a TV. For me, the day of Thanksgiving is special, but so is the day after and the weekend after. It's a time to just take some time to relax and appreciate everything in my life, all the gifts, the special people, the blessings. Then on Saturday, it's time to watch the annual battle between Michigan and Ohio State. It's always a good game, rooted in tradition and high on emotion.
At some point when our kids were grown and the dynamics of them trying to go to more than one house made it difficult, we changed things up and it's stayed that way. We have everyone over for the full meal on Friday. That way they can come over and enjoy themselves and not have to rush off somewhere else, and they can come over hungry. It's worked out well and I have no regrets. As my husband observed today, Friday feels like Thanksgiving for us.
As you prepare for the holiday, as you get out each ingredient to prepare the meal, as you fire up the stove, hook up the mixer, pull out the roasting pan, and smell the wonderful aroma of pies, turkey, and dressing, take a moment to thank God for his bounty. The Akron-Canton Food Bank called yesterday and their message is that one in seven is hungry right here in our area. That is definitely something to consider and they are a very worthwhile group to support.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!!
So it's one of those hot chocolate, play with the toys, watch a little TV like Jake and the Pirates and Sophia the First, cuddle in a blanket and relax days. A cozy day for the children and those of us lucky enough not to have to venture out into the cold today.
I do feel bad, however, for those who were trying to reach family members for Thanksgiving. There are a lot of them stranded at the airports right now, trying to find a flight to wherever they are going. Apparently, the weather over most of the U.S. will be fine tomorrow, but the snow came at just the time when so many are heading out. The whole mess underscores the "reason for the season" which is that family and Thanksgiving are uniquely united.
Thanksgiving was observed in the early years of our country, but there was no formal proclamation to that effect until Abraham Lincoln set the last Thursday of the month of November as the official Thanksgiving. In his proclamation, he invoked the name of God many, many times. Thus, although Thanksgiving is a holiday set by the government, its link with our faith is undisputed.
For me Thanksgiving means doing a lot of cooking, cleaning, and preparing. It does NOT mean going to the mall, any store whatsoever, or standing in a line in the frigid cold waiting to get $20 off a TV. For me, the day of Thanksgiving is special, but so is the day after and the weekend after. It's a time to just take some time to relax and appreciate everything in my life, all the gifts, the special people, the blessings. Then on Saturday, it's time to watch the annual battle between Michigan and Ohio State. It's always a good game, rooted in tradition and high on emotion.
At some point when our kids were grown and the dynamics of them trying to go to more than one house made it difficult, we changed things up and it's stayed that way. We have everyone over for the full meal on Friday. That way they can come over and enjoy themselves and not have to rush off somewhere else, and they can come over hungry. It's worked out well and I have no regrets. As my husband observed today, Friday feels like Thanksgiving for us.
As you prepare for the holiday, as you get out each ingredient to prepare the meal, as you fire up the stove, hook up the mixer, pull out the roasting pan, and smell the wonderful aroma of pies, turkey, and dressing, take a moment to thank God for his bounty. The Akron-Canton Food Bank called yesterday and their message is that one in seven is hungry right here in our area. That is definitely something to consider and they are a very worthwhile group to support.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Goofy Computers
I don't know about you, but technology stuff keeps creeping into my life whether I seem to choose it or not.
Back in the day when I was working at The Signal in Canal Fulton as the editor, the powers that be dictated that we start using a computer to send our copy to Lisbon, Ohio, the home base for the paper. So we got computers and went to a half-day of training near West Virginia. By Friday of that week, I was to have saved all of the stories we wrote onto a disk and drive the disk to Lisbon. I made it but my neck was in bad shape.
Somehow from the tension of sitting at the computer and trying to learn everything in the space of a few days, I'd aggravated a nerve in my neck/shoulder area. It was so bad, I couldn't sleep at night. I went across the street to the doctor's office (at that time), and told the doctor, "I have computer neck." He laughed but it turned out that I wasn't going to be the only one by a long shot.
The neck really didn't clear up until I went to work for The University of Akron and they didn't have any. So my neck got a nice, needed rest before computers started showing up there and by that time I was much more comfortable.
Today I note that my email is in a different format from yesterday. Why? I haven't the foggiest idea. I got an error message today saying that the browser I've used forever isn't supported. Why? I haven't the foggiest idea. Lately, every time I try to write the posting for the day, I get a message saying that I need to log in again. Why? I haven't the foggiest idea. So you get the picture.
We are all captives of technology in some way, aren't we? My new "digital" camera is yet another device I had to figure out since it can't really work on it's own without eventually hooking to the computer via cable in order to dump the contents. My GPS unit is the same. The printer is also hooked to the computer, because we tried going wireless and being that we live down in a hole, the reception just wasn't adequate.
Remember back in the day when you turned on the computer and it was trying to connect? That horrible nails on the chalkboard sound that went on, and when it went on too long, you knew that your goose was cooked.
I don't have a smart phone. Mine is quite smart enough and it makes calls out which is all I care about. I don't have a laptop. I don't have a tablet. I don't have an I-pod or any sort of music apparatus along those lines. And guess what? I don't care. So there technology!! Go find another sucker out there!!!
Well, have a nice day now. Sorry to be so late in this posting. I went to the store right away this morning so I'd be able to drive the car down the hill with the groceries. That worked out okay, but it's really coming down now and it's sticking from what I can tell. So I'm parked up top of the hill!!
Take care and be careful, friends. I'll write again tomorrow, but perhaps we'll just take a break on Thursday so we can all enjoy our family, friends, and faith!!!
Back in the day when I was working at The Signal in Canal Fulton as the editor, the powers that be dictated that we start using a computer to send our copy to Lisbon, Ohio, the home base for the paper. So we got computers and went to a half-day of training near West Virginia. By Friday of that week, I was to have saved all of the stories we wrote onto a disk and drive the disk to Lisbon. I made it but my neck was in bad shape.
Somehow from the tension of sitting at the computer and trying to learn everything in the space of a few days, I'd aggravated a nerve in my neck/shoulder area. It was so bad, I couldn't sleep at night. I went across the street to the doctor's office (at that time), and told the doctor, "I have computer neck." He laughed but it turned out that I wasn't going to be the only one by a long shot.
The neck really didn't clear up until I went to work for The University of Akron and they didn't have any. So my neck got a nice, needed rest before computers started showing up there and by that time I was much more comfortable.
Today I note that my email is in a different format from yesterday. Why? I haven't the foggiest idea. I got an error message today saying that the browser I've used forever isn't supported. Why? I haven't the foggiest idea. Lately, every time I try to write the posting for the day, I get a message saying that I need to log in again. Why? I haven't the foggiest idea. So you get the picture.
We are all captives of technology in some way, aren't we? My new "digital" camera is yet another device I had to figure out since it can't really work on it's own without eventually hooking to the computer via cable in order to dump the contents. My GPS unit is the same. The printer is also hooked to the computer, because we tried going wireless and being that we live down in a hole, the reception just wasn't adequate.
Remember back in the day when you turned on the computer and it was trying to connect? That horrible nails on the chalkboard sound that went on, and when it went on too long, you knew that your goose was cooked.
I don't have a smart phone. Mine is quite smart enough and it makes calls out which is all I care about. I don't have a laptop. I don't have a tablet. I don't have an I-pod or any sort of music apparatus along those lines. And guess what? I don't care. So there technology!! Go find another sucker out there!!!
Well, have a nice day now. Sorry to be so late in this posting. I went to the store right away this morning so I'd be able to drive the car down the hill with the groceries. That worked out okay, but it's really coming down now and it's sticking from what I can tell. So I'm parked up top of the hill!!
Take care and be careful, friends. I'll write again tomorrow, but perhaps we'll just take a break on Thursday so we can all enjoy our family, friends, and faith!!!
Saturday, November 23, 2013
The Cost -- $12.78
Yesterday we observed the 50th anniversary of President John F. Kennedy's assassination in Dallas, Texas. The culprit from all evidence is one Lee Harvey Oswald, a naïve and skewed individual who held strong Marxist beliefs. Oswald purchased through a mail order catalog a rifle that had been used in WWII. It was an Italian Carcano and included a scope. Oswald was a trained marksman from his days in the Marine Corps, and was familiar with the gun which he had also taken to target practice and was observed doing so by a father and son.
The cost of the gun -- $12.78. That same $12.78 is worth $96.49 today. Money his wife and children surely could have used while staying with a kind woman who reached out to a Russian woman and her children. Money Oswald earned at the Texas Book Depository filling orders, and the building he used as a sniper's post in order to kill the president.
The cost to John F. Kennedy's family -- two children were fatherless, a wife was left a widow, a mother left without yet another son, brothers left without an elder brother. Sisters left without their brother.
The cost to our country -- this is just me talking here but I've been thinking a lot about this lately and in all honesty, nothing has been right since. I've been going along more or less pretending that we could have that optimism again, that someone would inspire that kind of hope and belief in something bigger than ourselves, that service to our country was noble and worthwhile. There have been a few little flickers but it's never been the same. I was starting to get hopeful again as a senior in college when Robert Kennedy was running. He was definitely different than his older brother but his message resonated with me. He was a unifier. And then one morning in June 1968, when the clock radio went off in our room at 707 Beall Hall, something was clearly wrong. They were talking in the past tense about someone very famous, and slowly I began to realize that it had happened again. This time, it was a hand gun and the perpetrator was one skewed individual who from his writings would appear brainwashed.
The cost to the world -- John Kennedy was probably the greatest goodwill ambassador we've ever had. His trip to Berlin, for example, drew thousands and thousands. The founding of the Peace Corps was yet another way for America to help others in faraway places help themselves. At a speech yesterday given by Dallas' mayor, he noted that after the president's death a little girl in Nigeria recited the president's entire inaugural address from memory and her father sobbed. His funeral was a who's who among the leaders of the world, who after finding out that Mrs. Kennedy would walk the funeral route, said they would do the same.
We so need a leader who can bring us together, who can help heal some of the wounds, and who can be that bright light of inspiration that President Kennedy was. There are many people today whose lives took a different course because of what he said when he was inaugurated. The Christian principle of living for something bigger than us -- for giving rather than getting. For working hard for the cause of peace.
Today I'm going to pray that such a leader is out there and that God will help all of us respond to his call.
The cost of the gun -- $12.78. That same $12.78 is worth $96.49 today. Money his wife and children surely could have used while staying with a kind woman who reached out to a Russian woman and her children. Money Oswald earned at the Texas Book Depository filling orders, and the building he used as a sniper's post in order to kill the president.
The cost to John F. Kennedy's family -- two children were fatherless, a wife was left a widow, a mother left without yet another son, brothers left without an elder brother. Sisters left without their brother.
The cost to our country -- this is just me talking here but I've been thinking a lot about this lately and in all honesty, nothing has been right since. I've been going along more or less pretending that we could have that optimism again, that someone would inspire that kind of hope and belief in something bigger than ourselves, that service to our country was noble and worthwhile. There have been a few little flickers but it's never been the same. I was starting to get hopeful again as a senior in college when Robert Kennedy was running. He was definitely different than his older brother but his message resonated with me. He was a unifier. And then one morning in June 1968, when the clock radio went off in our room at 707 Beall Hall, something was clearly wrong. They were talking in the past tense about someone very famous, and slowly I began to realize that it had happened again. This time, it was a hand gun and the perpetrator was one skewed individual who from his writings would appear brainwashed.
The cost to the world -- John Kennedy was probably the greatest goodwill ambassador we've ever had. His trip to Berlin, for example, drew thousands and thousands. The founding of the Peace Corps was yet another way for America to help others in faraway places help themselves. At a speech yesterday given by Dallas' mayor, he noted that after the president's death a little girl in Nigeria recited the president's entire inaugural address from memory and her father sobbed. His funeral was a who's who among the leaders of the world, who after finding out that Mrs. Kennedy would walk the funeral route, said they would do the same.
We so need a leader who can bring us together, who can help heal some of the wounds, and who can be that bright light of inspiration that President Kennedy was. There are many people today whose lives took a different course because of what he said when he was inaugurated. The Christian principle of living for something bigger than us -- for giving rather than getting. For working hard for the cause of peace.
Today I'm going to pray that such a leader is out there and that God will help all of us respond to his call.
Friday, November 22, 2013
A Christmas Candle
The only movie coming out this Christmas that has the true message is "A Christmas Candle." Rick Santorum, candidate for president in the 2012 race, is CEO of the film company that has made the movie. He believes that "A Christmas Candle" will become one of the classics that people want to watch year after year.
The film opens in 400 theaters this week. IF attendance is good, it will open in many more of them. The film is set in the late 1890 at the dawn of electricity in a small town, Gladbury, England. The townsfolk remember a story about a candle and a miracle that occurred many years before. Now, with the advancements of science, the miracle is getting a back seat.
There is a trailer online if you google or bing the title of the film. Then you can decide for yourself if you want to attend. The movie is vying against Hunger Games and the like so it has an uphill battle.
I think maybe I'll convince my husband that we need to go and support this Christian effort. The movie is rated PG for thematic elements, whatever that is, but I doubt very much that there would be anything offensive for a family.
Maybe you'll want to check it out. There are quite a few made-for-TV movies that carry a Christian theme, but not many that make it to the big screen.
Thanks to all of you for reading the blog yesterday. The numbers are up and I appreciate that. I'll keep writing if you keep reading. All the honor and glory of our efforts go to God.
The winter air is coming today so stay warm and cozy. Talk to you tomorrow, dear readers.
The film opens in 400 theaters this week. IF attendance is good, it will open in many more of them. The film is set in the late 1890 at the dawn of electricity in a small town, Gladbury, England. The townsfolk remember a story about a candle and a miracle that occurred many years before. Now, with the advancements of science, the miracle is getting a back seat.
There is a trailer online if you google or bing the title of the film. Then you can decide for yourself if you want to attend. The movie is vying against Hunger Games and the like so it has an uphill battle.
I think maybe I'll convince my husband that we need to go and support this Christian effort. The movie is rated PG for thematic elements, whatever that is, but I doubt very much that there would be anything offensive for a family.
Maybe you'll want to check it out. There are quite a few made-for-TV movies that carry a Christian theme, but not many that make it to the big screen.
Thanks to all of you for reading the blog yesterday. The numbers are up and I appreciate that. I'll keep writing if you keep reading. All the honor and glory of our efforts go to God.
The winter air is coming today so stay warm and cozy. Talk to you tomorrow, dear readers.
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