Our family had a fun, but very busy Thanksgiving weekend!
It wasn’t ‘normal’ by any stretch of the imagination (what is normal, anyway?), but it was filling.
Not filling in the physical sense, but in the spiritual and emotional.
Early Thursday morning, we traveled down to Galveston to serve Thanksgiving dinner at a homeless mission. Hubby has become friends with the guy who runs it. Unfortunately, Galveston has a huge homeless population due to the fact that once they get on the island, they cannot get off – and many are brought there and left to remain.
Everyone we served was very thankful and would come back to thank all of the workers, and tell of their appreciation and how blessed they felt. Not only does this mission provide food and shelter for a certain amount of people, they also provide shower and laundry facilities for those living on the streets, so they can be clean and have clean clothes as they look for work.
We left the mission around 2:30 or 3:00 and headed to San Antonio. We had not eaten while we were at the mission, so we stopped on our way west at a truck stop that had a Denny’s. Did you know that Denny’s has a gluten-free menu? Yay!!!!
It rained the whole time we were traveling, and we got into San Antonio around 9:30 p.m. We were tired and thankful to crash for the night.
Why were we in San Antonio? We were taking our kids to youth convention. We met up with our other youth there. I felt bad for the other youth and leaders, as they had to leave our house at 4:00 a.m. Friday morning.
I don’t have any pictures of the actual convention, but when I get some I will share.
We had been invited to join in the convention from the TSA (Texas State Assembly of the Church of God). Unfortunately, in Texas (and some other southern states) there are two separate “divisions” of the Church of God organizations. One is white and the other is black. When we were down here 18 years ago, we were working on combining the two. It was working, but something happened after we left to put that process on hold. Now the black community is reaching out to bridge the gap. We had a wonderful time! Our kids participated in drama and choir, and the services were very powerful. And it was more multi-cultural than I had thought it would be.
We had to leave early. It lasted until Sunday afternoon, but all four pastors and 6 out of 9 members of the church praise team were attending youth convention, and we needed to be home for service. I am hoping that next year we can plan to stay for the whole convention.
We are doing something different for our Advent season at church. This year our theme is, “Baby Jesus, what’s the big deal?” We are going through the reason God sent Jesus. We are literally painting a picture of the reason while the sermon is being preached. Yesterday, hubby preached on “Perfection Created”, next week one of the other pastors will preach on “Pain Enters In”, the following week I will be preaching on “Promises are made” and on Christmas Sunday the fourth pastor will preach on “Planned for a purpose.” While one pastor is preaching, one of the others is painting on a large canvas the theme of the sermon. I will try to get pictures and post.
Yesterday, since the woman who is usually our ASL interpreter was painting the picture, I interpreted. This was my first time, and I was very nervous. Two things helped, however. First, I had read hubby’s sermon notes and had the jist of the sermon before hand. Second, the girl we interpret for is not completely deaf, and can hear the sermon or someone speaking if a microphone is used. I let her know that I wasn’t very good, and she was helpful and encouraging. I am interpreting next week as well. I could use your prayers for that, as my goal is to be able to eventually ‘actually’ interpret.