Saturday, November 26, 2011


It's nearly 9 o'clock here.  I got up about 8 and all of the kids are still in bed.  I could get used to this vacation schedule! 

Especially when I think of what's coming in the next three months...

Basketball Season. 

I dread basketball season like some people dread the holidays or a root canal or a colonoscopy. 

But, unlike the root canal or colonoscopy where I might get some sympathy from my family, when it comes to basketball, I am out in the cold. 

John loves basketball.  It is his favorite sport.  He can remember specific moments of games he played twenty years ago - not just tournament games - but everyday regular season games.  And then he can describe games he watched on TV, games he saw in person, games he heard about from a buddy. 

And now that he's coaching?  Ugh.  We go out on a date and he talks basketball!  He doesn't seem to be able to stop himself.  And if I finally convince him to stop talking to me about it, I know that his mind is racing with strategies and drills and questions.

This passion is slowly infecting our children, too.  William is pretty much a goner.  He is on the team John coaches and so they can talk basketball for long periods of time.

Micah and Johanna are less infected but they both play on teams for Liberty and, in practical terms, this means that 90% of our after-school time is dedicated to basketball and its fall-out: practice, travel, games, showers, exhaustion, etc.

What redeems this whole thing and makes basketball season palatable for me is that I see my husband and my kids sharing something, connecting in new ways, making memories.  Not just memories of basketball, which I'm sure John will be able to recount to our grandchildren ("When your dad was in 8th grade, during this one game..."), but memories of working, hoping and playing together. 

Maybe, just maybe, I'll make it to March. 

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

On this day in history...

On this day in 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas.   
On this day in 1963, author and philosopher C.S.Lewis passed away. 

But for some, this day, November 22, has more joyous memories.

On this day in 1908, a baby boy, John Orville Edgar, was born.

John O. Edgar, my grandfather, was a wonderful man. 

He was a pastor, preaching and counseling for many years in pulpits all across the country. 

He was good with his hands; he designed and built the church and parsonage in Glenwood, MN, and wired a good many barns in Lisbon, NY, during WWII when most of the usual electricians were gone to the war.  Even into retirement, he tinkered in his shop and turned out many step stools and "tax shelters."  

He had a lively sense of humor and my favorite memories of him are when he was telling a funny story with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.  

Grandpa passed away just before Sam was born, but particularly on November 22 every year, I remember him and thank the Lord for the Godly heritage I have.    

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Reformation Celebration 2011

Friday night we had our annual Reformation Celebration at church. 

We played "Pin the 95 Theses on the Wittenberg Church Door" and William ran a "fishing game" which I wanted to call "Lucky Dipping," but figured that would be lost on the kids. 

They were most interested in the attendant candy, of course.         

This year we added a costume contest and had quite a number participate, both adults and children.  I don't know if you can blow it up at all to find my kids but Johanna is on the right (holding the bumble bee), dressed as Queen Elizabeth; Micah is in the middle, dressed as Luke Skywalker; Sam is beside him, very well disguised as bad Spiderman (I don't know if that's his official name, but that's what I'm going with); William is in the middle back, officially dressed as a pirate but looking much more like a Hasidic Jew.   

One family, recently transplanted from Canada, came as a hocky team; one young man came in a vintage Marine uniform, circa 1950; one lady won a prize in the swimsuit category (sponsored by Sports Illustrated, of course) for wearing her grandmother's wool bathing suit, complete with bloomers underneath. 

On a more serious, educational note, a small group of volunteer singers performed four selections with tunes rooted in the Reformation.  From the Psalter we sang 95C and 38B with tunes by Louis Bourgois; from the Trinity hymnal we sang 220 and 554 with tunes written by Martin Luther.  I'm not sure how we sounded but we had fun rehearsing and "performing."

We also had our twin grad student guitar players perform for us - a lovely treat whenever we get to hear them.

A good deal of yummy food and a good deal of warm fellowship rounded out the evening.

All in all, a very good way to commemorate the day Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses to the Wittenberg church door and unwittingly sparked the Protestant Reformation.  We celebrate God's goodness to us through men like Martin Luther and John Calvin and give thanks for His preserving His Truth so that we might live freely by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone revealed in Scripture alone to the glory of God.