Scenes from Sundays

Maggie K, future church pianist

St. Patrick's Day Shamrock

sword drills

teach me while my heart is tender

Grandad's Wedding Trip Birthday

Time with sibs: (clockwise) Grandad, Aunt Malinda, Uncle Bob, Uncle Curry, Aunt Twila

Cousin Debbie, Aunt Dot, Uncle Curry

Grammy, Aunt Twila, Aunt Malinda

gluten free chocolate birthday treat at our house

Wounds of a Friend

When another Christian falls into obvious sin, an admonition is imperative, because God’s Word demands it. The practice of discipline in the community of faith begins with friends who are close to one another. Words of admonition and reproach must be risked when a lapse from God’s Word in doctrine or life endangers a community that lives together, and with it the whole community of faith. Nothing can be more cruel than that leniency which abandons others to their sin. Nothing can be more compassionate than that severe reprimand which calls another Christian in one’s community back from the path of sin. When we allow nothing but God’s Word to stand between us, judging and helping, it is a service of mercy, an ultimate offer of genuine community. Then it is not we who are judging; God alone judges, and God’s judgment is helpful and healing.

--Bonhoeffer

My friends, if anyone is detected in a transgression, you who have received the Spirit should restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness. Galatians 6:1

Hangin' Around

things to say

silly boy

happy girls

my buddy and me

three stooges

monk artist

Emerald City

flute lessons

Grandpa Riches Celebrates Eight Decades

Some of the Riches Clan

 

Our video greeting from Grandpa

 

Grandpa with his cool banner and cake that was also red, white and blue on the inside.

We gave Grandpa a cool biography: Unbroken--athletics, airforce, and Billy Graham.

You Can Be My Baby, It Don't Matter If You're Black and White

quiet moment in the rocker

sideways fist bump with Anna

looking sweet

looking serious

blowing bubbles

reading with Jocelyn

two's a crowd in this reading spot

The Human Touch

'Tis the human touch in this world that counts,

The touch of your hand and mine,

Which means far more to the fainting heart

Than shelter and bread and wine;

For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,

And bread lasts only a day,

But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice

Sing on in the soul alway.

--Spencer Michael Free

(from the Friendship chapter of the Book of Virtues)