In a couple of weeks, I’ll be going and staying with my Pawpaw for about a week to help him out on his place. I haven’t done that for a while, not since I was eleven I believe. That will be interesting.
And, even though school time is approaching, it looks like my book stack just keeps getting higher. I’m still reading The Pickwick Papers, and The Book of Lost Tales. I’ve finished How to Pray, by R. A. Torrey. I’ll tell you about in my next post probably. But I’ve picked up The Autobiography of George Muller, and I going to start on Thomas Charles’ Spiritual Essays. also, something the other day reminded me that I still have to read Wives and Daughters. Man, all this hurts my head.
I’ve been doing my best to follow what’s happening with our brave men overseas. Yes, our brave boys in the tight colourful outfits, fighting for their country’s honour in Beijing. And winning. I’ve especially enjoyed what I’ve been hearing about the real life Aqua-man, Michael Phelps. (I won’t tell you what I think of our slightly less prestigious females). Man, this is frivolous.
a good quote: Put Christ’s love on trial and put upon it burdens, and then it will appear love indeed.