Twas the night before last

All right, to speak about what went on Sunday since I have not yet written about it:

Morning was pretty much usual. I was slightly tired from the previous evening/day when I had studied for my Chemistry exam after helping the Y's move. I spent about 6 hours looking at molecules, VESPR models, orbitals, hybridization etc. etc. and I think the preparation helped (it had better have helped) but anyway, it was wearing on both body and mind ;)

I arrived at the community center at about 0900 and started to set a few things up. Since I feel often that I'm being treated so well by the church members, I want to help in whatever ways I can. Besides that I have a hard time standing around when there is any work to be done, I think I get that from my father. Anyway, I didn't get a whole lot done because the Yule family arrived pretty quickly after that. Things went very fast from there on.

We had a guest who was at the moving the day before and also came Sunday morning. He is from Ireland and I loved hearing him speak because even though his accent wasn't very strong, I have wanted to really hear an Irish accent for some time now. I think I've got my Scotch accent down decently but the Irish was eluding me. I'd stand listening to his words while mentally imitating, tongue trying to form the words in the same manner behind closed lips. And that's not to say that he had nothing interesting to say, no indeed! But I must admit I was very attentive to his accent in particular. Anyway...

Pastor spoke in the Sabbath School on 1 Corinthians but we were not able to finish the survey of that book due to time constraints. Which is fine with me, I'm never one to rush things, I'd rather take a month on one verse than run through it and miss the point, though I do realize this is a "survey" and not an exposition of the New Testament, which would be very lengthy indeed!

Let me fast-forward a bit. In the afternoon service the Irishman (Mr. O'diet let's call him, out of no disrespect at all!) spoke about reaching the Jews for Christ. And I agree whole-heartedly with him! There was a series of sermons that John MacArthur preached recently on if God has forgotten the Jews. It was very good and yes, the descendants of Abraham are still loved by God, look how they have survived through the generations against all opposition! I used to think, when I was younger, that it was most desireable to be a Jew, after all, I was just one of the gentiles, one of the "dogs" eating scraps that fell from the table. Yes the natural branches were broken off that I might be grafted in so how much the more should I be thankful to this people of God who preserved the Scriptures, who were God's instruments in writing them! I wonder how I would speak to a Jew if I met one? I pray I do some time.

In the evening we (myself and two passengers) rode to the Van's house and then piled in their large vehicle for the ride down to the Vaknor's. I was back with the "boys" and it was really fun that we sang Psalms on the way until it became too dark to see any longer. I knew all of them I believe (at least the melody) and most I could sing (or er... croak) the bass line, which was really a very nice thing to be able to do. I feel sometimes like I have no range at all. When I hear Pastor hitting "high" notes I'm almost envious because I can't go above a high C. And it's not as though I can go super low either, about a Low G I would guess, so just about two octaves or perhaps a little more is my range, I'm somewhat limited. The front of the Van kept getting out of sync with all of us in the back. It was their fault, we were perfect of course.

So we had a good time, went to the Vaknor's and there was quite a few people there. I sat in the special seats: on the stairs. I really have a very hard time sitting in a chair if I see someone else on the floor. That should be me down there and I really don't mind sitting on the floor at all! This time I compromised and sat on the stairs instead. It was quite comfortable being able to stretch my legs out, the only difficulty was seeing around the corner where Mr. Vaknor was speaking. After the study (which was on the everlasting priesthood of Christ, forgive me if I cut the description short, there is just so much to that passage) we had a bite to eat, some chit-chat, and some singing afterward. During the discussion time I tend to just listen but every once in a while I'll try to join in with a comment but it's hard to be heard. My targeted "audience" seems to ignore me, what, am I just a uh... shadow on the wall or something? Had to get that in there folks ;)

On the ride home I tried to doze a little as I was feeling the effects of Chemical degeneration in my brain (that's studying too much Chemistry). I made a claim to my two passengers that I should be fairly alert on the ride home however. A statement that was proved false when I challenged a stop sign's authority to do its intended duty. But good brakes are a man's friend so it wasn't too bad. At least I hope my passengers didn't think so... hmmm.... and on the way over I almost ran into a bicyclist who was going the opposite direction of traffic. When there is traffic on a one way street, I guess I just don't really pay much attention to the other direction, I'm just looking at where the cars are coming from! That will teach me. I heard a sharp intake of breath from the passenger in the backseat, I know not whether it was coincidental. In any event, I wasn't the most impressive driver, and I usually try to be so cautious too! Perhaps it was the added distraction of having someone to talk to instead of myself ;) Oh boy, you should HEAR the conversations (or lectures) I have with myself! It's a good time to practice different accents and voices but if anyone ever saw/heard me, they'd think I was nuts!

Well, I'll cut this post short right here and start on today's happenings, which weren't much.