I'm sitting here in Rich and Rebecca's new stuffy white chair (super comfortable and making me a bit upset that I didn't buy it first), writing updates and emails and eating raisins. It's cooling off, marginally, and I've enjoyed the first real relaxing Sunday in months. I didn't have to make lunch (the teenagers at my morning church had a fundraiser), and I went to the mall where I got two English language books to devour later with a cup of Jenna-style Starbucks wanna-be coffee, and have no plans other than evening church, and that, only if I want to. Maybe I'll just go for the worship. It's been hard to stay for the whole service recently. The pastor speaks for almost an hour and a half, and doesn't say much of anything that resounds with me. One begins to turn off a bit when the pastor yaks on and on about how people need to be more involved in this or that, the Sunday school program, the Friday night vigils...
A horse just ran down my street. Followed by a motorcycle. That's kind of cool.
Anyhow, I'm a bit burned out on preaching. It's Palm Sunday but the Protestant churches seem to be ignoring it. The sermon this morning was on money. I felt such an ache, watching all the Catholic kids wave their palm branches around in the streets...the reactionary tendencies of the "protesters" excise all the beauty out. I hope they'll at least celebrate Easter.
Anyhow, this has been a good, relaxing day. Praise the Lord. This week will be a bit wild: I'm babysitting at Vidinha on Tuesday, there's a party there on Thursday and we're taking the kids out on Friday for a group birthday party. Wildness!
It's April. I'm coming back to the States in two months, exactly. Crazy.