All-Day Church Excursion

Immediately after breakfast yesterday, we headed off to church. We enjoyed the service, and went out to lunch with Martin and Molly Bush at Chipotle. Then we headed home. We pulled into the driveway after 3:30pm. So that was Sunday: the day of the all-day church excursion.

That huge time commitment made us hesitate about making Charlottesville Community Church our home church. They are a young church: Phil would be about the oldest man there, at age 36, and I would be among the five oldest women (Jadon, at 7, would be the oldest child). They’re a 15-month-old church plant, set to plant a Spanish-speaking church in April. I love the multiplication, and I thought the teaching good.

Much of the singing was the standard contemporary platitudes about how much God loves me, which I find hard to stomach. But the distance is the main detraction: the attendees are all north of the church, and we’re 40 minutes south. Not much hope for good community or mid-week fellowship on that front. May the Lord guide us.

Today, Phil finished fencing along the road, and started down the south side of the property. He got two panels down into the woods. It took much of the day, as he had to cut down saplings, and line up the fence-line with the compass and the occasional professional property marker.

As we looked around where he was working, it was fairly clear that a section, perhaps a quarter acre, had been cleared at one point and has been growing in saplings for five or ten years. I’m jealous for that land, though, so I’m hoping we can clear it and put good fruit trees or brambles or something there. First, though, we’ll move the pigs there to root around.

We let B.B. and Acorn out of their jug today. B.B. was hobbling around, still not fully confident that his legs will support him. Bethlehem, only two weeks older, looks large by comparison: plump, proportionate, sprightly, fun.

The weather is cold enough that it froze the liquid in my tuna can. That was surprising!