When we arose, it was raining and perfect. On the way to church, the mountains along the highway were bridal-capped with perfect white mist.
This morning's Sunday School class was very intense and lively. Something interesting happened at the end of John's superb sermon. John's two older children were pretty noisy and out of control for much of the worship service, and they ignored their mother's attempts to corral them. So...at the end of the service, John said, "Before I pronounce the benediction, just let me say that if you're staying for the fellowship meal, go on into the fellowship hall, and Perry will be asking the blessing before we eat. If you need to talk to me, I'll be in my office. With my two children. And now, receive the Lord's benediction...." I had to supress a smile when I looked over at the stricken, guilty faces of two little rebels who were about to receive some instruction.
The fellowship meal was enjoyable, as much for the fellowship at our table as for the food itself. But the food was fine, fine stuff. MeeMaw contributed a very colorful pasta salad and a German chocolate cake. She received many compliments.
On the way back to Possum Cough, we noticed that the Clinch Mountains were smoldering, as if a hidden fire was beneath their rolling surfaces.
And when we arrived back home, did MeeMaw help PeePaw unload the car? No. No.She grabbed the camera and recorded a vile image of him, wearing her headcovering (because he had no more hands with which to convey it) and heavy-laden with books, bibles, cakes, casseroles, and inescapable shame.
To relax this afternoon, MeeMaw used a grapevine wreath as a frame to put together a fine Texas decoration for the interior side of the front door.
