Hook me Up to the Battery Charger

I am pooped.

I worked late making croissants to bring with me today for my prayer group’s field trip to Ayts Chayim Messianic Synagogue, and then I got up at 6:00 and hit the road. At 9:00 a.m. we found ourselves at a discussion of the Islamist threat, and then there was a very long worship service, and then it took me an hour to drive home.

The croissants failed QC inspection, by the way. I just destroyed some of the evidence. You really need two days to make croissants, if you plan to have any type of life during those days. I didn’t give them enough time to rest or rise, so while they are extremely tasty, I am not going to let anyone else see them.

The service was phenomenal. I am too tired to go into it, but it was like being God’s pate goose. Sit there, open wide, and wait for the funnel. God comes along with the bucket of holy goose feed, and then everything goes crazy.

Now I have been asked to help get pizza going for my church’s Saturday night project, known as Rhythms Lounge. I agreed, but it means I have to get my butt back in the truck shortly, so right now I am having a Coke and trying to regain my bearings. Marv and Maynard are behind me, grunting and whining, respectively. I have to take the out and pound them before I can go anywhere.

I would say it was an amazing day, but that would be so weak, it would not come close to describing what happened. I feel like I’m swimming in God’s favor like a fly trapped in a bowl of soup.

Maybe I’ll explain tomorrow. Right now I have birds to wrestle.

I met an old Jew who carries, votes conservative, and believes in Jesus! This must be how birdwatchers feel when they spot a pileated woodpecker. Or whatever that rare kind of woodpecker is.

We’re hoping we can get him and his friends to go to the range with us.