Though all love originates in God and is for that reason God's own love, yet we are permitted to catch and reflect back that love in such manner that it becomes our love indeed, in much the same way that sunlight reflected from the moon becomes moonlight. - A.W. Tozer

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Good Times on the Bay

Here are a few of the things we've done over the past couple weeks, as seen in pictures. It was a cold week, with a large group of volunteers. They were a Mennonite crew from Indiana, and a lot of fun to work (and sing) with.

We said goodbye to a few new friends, like Alvin, the previous project director. He was a good man to work with, and we enjoyed getting to make his acquaintance over the last few weeks. Alvin is a friendly fellow, who loves his oyster soup. He never succeeded in getting us to eat it, but he enjoyed it every weekend.

Good-bye, Alvin!
We also went out to visit a very old church in the countryside between Crisfield and Pocomoke. (The nearest Wal-mart). The church was built in the early 1700's, and founded even earlier. This man who was buried here in the grave pictured died in 1748. That's 1748, folks! We're talking 28 years before the American Revolution! The people around here just take that kind of stuff in their stride, but I can't get over how old that is. I know. If we were in Europe it wouldn't be anything special. I don't care. I'm still impressed.

Oldest Grave We've Found
We've continued our endeavors to learn/play more card games, and this week Mim invented her own game called "Queens". I have the instructions and a score sheet all printed up if anyone wants to play a few rounds in their own home. It was actually a pretty fun game, and she succeeded in drafting a few brave, short-term volunteers to play it with us.

Playing a Round of Queens
The work is proceeding at pace. Aaron keeps very busy, being out with the crews all day and doing some things around the camp on the weekends as well. The volunteers worked on several different houses, putting on siding, porches, insulation, caulking, etc. There were several cold days, but they were all real troopers, layering up and going on out to work every day without a peep of complaining.
Aaron in Warmer Times

Now don't misunderstand, I did more than my fair share of complaining about the cold, but the people who worked out in it were made of much tougher stock, apparently. The only fun part of being cold all the time is when I get to put my freezing hands on my kids' warm little necks. They love it, and don't let them tell you otherwise. High pitched squealing and begging are how kids show you they're having fun, right?

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