Moose Slippers, Tattoos, and Traditional Church

A few miscellaneous thoughts from last weekend spent with my family:

My sister told a story about an accident she witnessed. Actually she heard the accident and came out of her office to see what happened. Standing in the parking lot, she watched as the driver of one of the vehicles crawled up out of the window of his car which had landed turned on its side.

Apparently he was having difficulty crawling out due to an inability to keep his sweatpants on. Several people were mooned during his exit of the vehicle. Once free, he took off running, still struggling to keep his pants up. In addition to the pants issue, his running was also hindered by the fact that he was wearing MOOSE SLIPPERS!

It just so happened that he ended up running right past my sister in the parking lot, and it just so happened that he lost his moose slippers right in front of her. Hesitating momentarily, he quickly decided to abandon the moose slippers where they had landed.

It was at this moment, that my sister realized (duh!) that this man was fleeing the scene of the accident. Her sense of law-abiding justice triggered, she took off in pursuit of the "criminal."

That is just funny because none of us sisters are especially known for our athletic abilities. And even if she were able to catch him, she had no idea what she would have done next, probably use her angry voice to scold him.

So the slipperless criminal eluded her, and she returned to the parking lot to hand over the evidence (moose slippers) to the investigators. My sister, the hero.

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My dad took the whole family bowling on Saturday afternoon, there were about 20 of us including son-in-laws and grandkids. While we were there, I saw that my BFF from high school was there too, so I went over to say hi.

Surprised to see me, she said, "What the hell are you doing here?!"

Just a reminder of how sanitized my life is. I need more tattooed friends that swear at me.

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It was nice attending my parents' church on Sunday morning. I appreciate the sense of belonging and history in a church like theirs. Many of the people there have known me my whole life, and many of them have known my parents most of their life, even from their childhood.

I also appreciate the sincerity of their pastor. It is obvious that he loves the Lord and that he loves the people that he has chosen to serve. He nurtures and encourages them. In their fellowship, I see a group of people who are deeply connected to one another. It is good; there is life and love there.

I see the relevance and validity of small, local congregations like this one.