No Story So Divine

The Good Friday service is very difficult for me. I’ve learned to wear waterproof mascara and shove plenty of tissues in my purse. I’m especially susceptible to hymns that remind me of how unworthy I am of the sacrifice Christ made – not just for me, but for the whole world.

I’ve given up trying to pretend I’m not crying. And the truth is, all the hymns have words that would melt even the hardest of hearts. I am particularly vulnerable because of all the grace that’s been extended to me. So not tears of sorrow…tears of thankfulness that overflow from my heart.

My Song Is Love Unknown

Here might I stay and sing,
No story so devine!
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like Thine.

This is my Friend,
In Whose sweet praise
I all my days
Could gladly spend!

Being reminded of how His suffering is a small sacrifice I can willingly endure. Thankfully, I know the end of the story. Christ has Risen and He is the King!

Five years ago…

Hockey…Canada’s Glorious Game

Tonight I had the pleasure of hearing Mr. Frank Ewert’s public thesis defense. I love this man. It’s been such a pleasure getting to know Frank these last few years. He’s the Sales/Marketing guy at Canon Press, formerly known as the Shipping guy. He doesn’t do anything halfway. It’s either 150% or Frank’s not in it. He’s married to Sandy – quite a gem – and they make such a cute couple. Here’s the email invitation that went out from the kirk:

Mr. Frank Ewert: Tonight, March 20, at 6:45 pm
Committee: Mr. Douglas Jones, Mr. Ed Iverson, Mr. Jayson Grieser
Title: “Teammates: A Collection of Six Short Stories.”
Yes, these stories all center around Canada’s glorious game, but no, you shouldn’t have to be a hockey nut to enjoy them. Instead, my aim has been to write stories that focus on personality to grasp the reader’s attention and entertain him or her. If you don’t believe me, you should come to my defense: I’ll be reading at least one story there. If you’d like to come and want to read up beforehand, email me (*snip*), and I’ll send you the stories I won’t be reading at the defense (so that you don’t get lost in the middle of things).

Frank knocked it out of the park tonight. Hmmm…probably not a good comment for a hockey-loving, guy. There’s no shame in Frank’s fiction game. Well done, my friend.

Happy Birthday Violet Mae McIntosh

Congratulations Annie, Jonathan, Emma, and Beatrice…on the birth of Violet Mae. And super congrats to Grandpa Mark and Grandma Chris LaMoreaux. If you want to see sweet Violet May, follow the link over to the Grandparent’s blog.

Oh Brother Where Blog Thou?

It had to happen. Apparently that never-say-never thing applies to my brother. When people would ask, “When are you gonna start blogging?” my brother would snicker and say something about ice cubes or airborne pigs. Well guess what…he’s blogging.

And rumor has it that more than a few people would like to poke his eyes out. All I’m saying is, Doug Jones isn’t blogging to make friends.

It’s not your regular sort of blog. And rumor has it that more than a few people would like to poke his eyes out. All I’m saying is, Doug Jones isn’t blogging to make friends.If you’re afraid you’ll get your conservative feelings hurt…don’t click on the link.

It’ll all become clearer when you visit his “other” ministry page: Sabbath House

Go visit his blog Scribblative Agincourting. And here…take a tissue with you.

Michael McDonald On Leno

It’s late and I’m a happy girl. Michael McDonald just sang You Don’t Know Me on the Tonight Show. The man has an incredible voice and his version of the song was totally sweet. Before his version, the Ray Charles version was my favorite.

The song is off of his newly released album Soul Speak .

Mmmmm. He could sing the words off a cereal box and I’d be a happy girl. Good grief…the man is handsome. How old is he? One second while I google it – he was born in 1952…so that makes him 56? Not bad, Michael.

Gotta go download the album off iTunes. :)

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