Pentecost

Friday and Saturday my Mom was speaking at a homeschool convention. The boys and I read much of Friday. Saturday Phil did clean up around the farm, including commandeering Isaiah to help him drive the truck up the driveway (Phil was in the truck and Isaiah was in the tractor behind, pushing). He moved the chicken pen out of the greenhouse and mowed down the weeds around it. Overall, the place looks good.

Saturday night was a Pentecost Party. I so enjoyed our Good Friday time, we had one to celebrate the work of the Spirit among us. We had two talented guitarists play some of my favorite music, and the voices of the 20 guests and seven Lykoshes: what a beautiful, rich sound in the space. We read the story in Acts 2, where the nations whose languages were dispersed at Babel all hear the good news of Jesus in their own languages. And more than half shared something that God had done: a way the Holy Spirit brought comfort, or healing, or direction, or peace, or right focus.

It was a rich, beautiful time. And then Phil fired up the camp stove and we roasted marshmallows and made s'mores. (We were prepared to have a big bonfire and roast marshmallows, but the group was smallish, and the camp stove convenient.)

I haven't had a s'more in twelve years or more. They were just as rich as I remembered. I cannot imagine wanting more than one. Phew! Sugar high!

We had a long time of fellowship after that, so the entire party started at 7pm (though only one person was on time; our friends roll a little late, and that's fine) and ended six hours later.

And there was great rejoicing!