Kinda cool
I just noticed...my last post was my 200th on this blog. How neat that it was for Easter. Something else I thought was neat is this quote:
We are an Easter people, and alleluia is our song. - St. Augustine
Can I get an amen?
Easter 2008
"Therefore you must look into the tomb and realize that my sins and my death tear him apart and oppress him. There the devil regards himself as secure, and the chief priests boast and rejoice: He is gone and will not return. But in the instant they believe him dead, the Lion tears himself away from sin, death, hell and the jaws of the devil and rips them to shreds with his teeth. This is our comfort, that Christ comes forth: Death, sin and the devil cannot hold him. The sin of the entire world is powerless."
~Martin Luther-Easter Sunday Morning sermon March 28, 1529
Alleluia! He is risen! He is risen indeed!
~Ancient Christian greeting
~Ancient Christian greeting
Let every man and woman count himself immortal. Let him catch the revelation of Jesus in his resurrection. Let him say not merely, "Christ is risen," but "I shall rise."
~Phillips Brooks
Once more to new creation
Awake,and death gainsay,
For death is swallowed up of life,
And Christ is risen today!
Awake,and death gainsay,
For death is swallowed up of life,
And Christ is risen today!
~George Newell Lovejoy
This is the promise that He hath promised us, even eternal life.
~1 John, 2. 25
Good Friday 2008
Go to Dark Gethsemane
James Montgomery
Go to dark Gethsemane,
All who feel the tempter’s power
Your Redeemer’s conflict see.
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn from Jesus Christ to pray.
Follow to the judgment hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned;
Oh, the wormwood and the gall!
Oh, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn from him to bear the cross.
Calvary’s mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God’s own sacrifice complete.
"It is finished!" hear him cry;
Learn from Jesus Christ to die.
Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid his breathless clay
All is solitude and gloom.
Who has taken him away?
Christ is risen! He meets our eyes.
Savior, teach us so to rise.
Desperately Seeking Sara
I wanted to let everyone know that Sara has been incommunicado these last few weeks because her computer is on the fritz. I've been emailing her but getting (of course) no response and about a week ago I started phoning her but we kept missing each other. Finally reached her last night. All is good. Except, you know, no computer. She misses everybody and asked me to let everybody know what's going on.
I'm spilling the beans...
It has been a hard, cruel winter here in Southwestern Ontario. It may only be 3 days until Spring, but for those of us here in the snowbelt there is no end in sight. The heavy snowfalls and colder-than-normal temps that we're enduring means that it could be another month - or more! - before all the snow melts. They're forecasting a late start to spring, and I simply can't wait that long.
So, what's a poor snow-bunny to do? Well, if they have friends who live somewhere warmer, somewhere like, say, oh I don't know, NORTH CAROLINA, then they call their friends and make a plan to escape!
Yes, Denise, you guessed correctly! Debbie has graciously offered to put up with me and Ken for a couple of days in April. She is the BEST! Naturally we are all excited about the prospect of getting together again. I'm sure our cameras will get another work out, teehee. More details to come, I'm sure.
In other news...
I went with my mom and dad to visit my Oma yesterday. She's doing as well as can be expected I guess. She was pretty groggy when we saw her - they're keeping her pretty heavily medicated for the pain. I felt so bad for my dad, it was pretty upsetting for him. I was a bit shocked at how frail she looked, but I was glad to see her. She perked up a bit and we ended up staying for about an hour and a half and she seemed to enjoy the visit. Thank you so much all of you who have been praying.
Yesterday was also my mom's birthday. After we went to the hospital we took my mom out for lunch. It was nice, just the four of us (me and Ken, mom and dad). We had lunch at a truck stop, if you can imagine! The hospital (the one Oma is in) is in London about an hours drive from here, so we stopped on our way back. Ken, who does a lot of driving for his job, highly recommended this truck stop so we gave it a try. It wasn't terribly fancy, but our meals were quite tasty. But I just want everyone to know, this does NOT mean I am a redneck!!
We went to early service yesterday morning (so we could get on the road a bit earlier) and I thought I was going to miss the traditional Palm Sunday procession, but they did it for both services. If you're not familiar with it, the service begins with a procession - everybody participates - into and around the sanctuary. We carry palm branches and sing "All Glory, Laud and Honour" as we process. This is an ancient practice of the church, it goes back at least a thousand years! Another little tidbit - a palm branch from this year's Palm Sunday procession will be saved and then burned and made into ashes to be used at next year's Ash Wednesday service. Cool, huh?
Ken is going to be out of town for the next couple of days for work. He'll be back on Wednesday night. I'm never too thrilled to be left alone, but it is only for a couple of days. I'm glad he doesn't have to go out of town too often.
I can't believe it's Holy Week already! We will be having a traditional Maundy Thursday service on Thursday night and then a Tenebrae service on Friday morning. My pastor told me something that I didn't know: that the Maundy Thursday service and Good Friday service are considered one service. It starts on Thursday and concludes on Friday and even though we go home in between it is considered one service. I will have to do a little research on that and find out more about it. Interesting.
My Oma
Hi everybody. I have some bad news, my Oma has to have her toes amputated. They are doing it today. Her one leg is ok, but the other one is not getting any better. The circulation in that leg is so impaired that they don't think her toes will ever get better. She's been living with a lot of pain for a long time and given the choice between losing her toes or continuing to live with the pain, I guess losing her toes looked better.
They had two doctors evaluate her to make sure that she understood what she is agreeing to. I guess at her age they have to make sure. I think it's kind of funny because believe me, there's no problem with my Oma's mind, she's as sharp as ever. Still just the thought of it is upsetting to me, you know.
Anyways, I guess I don't have to ask, but I'd sure appreciate it if you would add your prayers to my own.
I am Peter
THE DECLARATION
On Thursday night, while they were celebrating the Passover, Jesus told the disciples He would be leaving them. Peter remembers what happened:
Jesus told them, “I am so sorry to tell you. The world will rejoice and you will be sad. Worse, already tonight you will fall away from me. All of you, just as it is written.”
I shouted, “No Lord! Though they might, I will never fall away from you! I am ready to go to prison with you!”
Jesus looked sadly at me, “Oh, Peter, this very night before the first rooster crows twice, you will deny me three times.”
But I raised my arm and declared, “Even if I have to die with you, I will not deny you, Lord.”
THE DENIAL
After Jesus was arrested, all of the disciples abandoned him just as he said they would. As the soldiers took Jesus away to stand trial, Peter and John followed behind at a distance to see what was going on. Eventually, Peter and John became separated. Peter remembers what happened:
John left me alone. He disappeared. I had no idea where he went.
A servant was opening the gate, and she kept staring into my face. Then she said, “Aren’t you one of that man’s disciples?”
That took my breath away! I had just gotten there. “What man?” I said.
“You know,” she said, “The man they arrested.”
“No,” I said. “No, I’m not.”
I brushed past her and since John was nowhere in sight, I went to the fire in the middle of the courtyard—as if I had business in that place and knew exactly where I was going.
It was a common fire on a cold night. Officers of the Temple guard were warming themselves. Servants, too. I put out my hands and ducked my head down. Jesus was somewhere in the palace. I meant to stay. But that maid wouldn’t leave me alone! Soon I felt that people were looking at me. I glanced up, and there she was, talking to the officers. “This is one of them,” she said. “He’s a disciple of the Nazarene.”
“Woman,” I said, “I don’t know and I do not understand what you’re talking about.” But I moved to the forecourt, away from the fire, where it was darker.
I love Jesus. I loved Jesus then—desperately. That whole night it was hard for me even to breathe, because I kept seeing him tied up. He was somewhere in the high priest’s house, with people who wanted to kill him. How could I leave? I kept wringing my hands. Helpless! I wanted to throw my body at the doors and burst in and beat them all with clubs!
I don’t know how long I paced in that dark place. An hour, maybe. But then—I’ll tell this part as truthfully as I can—then three things happened, one right after the other.
Jesus told them, “I am so sorry to tell you. The world will rejoice and you will be sad. Worse, already tonight you will fall away from me. All of you, just as it is written.”
I shouted, “No Lord! Though they might, I will never fall away from you! I am ready to go to prison with you!”
Jesus looked sadly at me, “Oh, Peter, this very night before the first rooster crows twice, you will deny me three times.”
But I raised my arm and declared, “Even if I have to die with you, I will not deny you, Lord.”
THE DENIAL
After Jesus was arrested, all of the disciples abandoned him just as he said they would. As the soldiers took Jesus away to stand trial, Peter and John followed behind at a distance to see what was going on. Eventually, Peter and John became separated. Peter remembers what happened:
John left me alone. He disappeared. I had no idea where he went.
A servant was opening the gate, and she kept staring into my face. Then she said, “Aren’t you one of that man’s disciples?”
That took my breath away! I had just gotten there. “What man?” I said.
“You know,” she said, “The man they arrested.”
“No,” I said. “No, I’m not.”
I brushed past her and since John was nowhere in sight, I went to the fire in the middle of the courtyard—as if I had business in that place and knew exactly where I was going.
It was a common fire on a cold night. Officers of the Temple guard were warming themselves. Servants, too. I put out my hands and ducked my head down. Jesus was somewhere in the palace. I meant to stay. But that maid wouldn’t leave me alone! Soon I felt that people were looking at me. I glanced up, and there she was, talking to the officers. “This is one of them,” she said. “He’s a disciple of the Nazarene.”
“Woman,” I said, “I don’t know and I do not understand what you’re talking about.” But I moved to the forecourt, away from the fire, where it was darker.
I love Jesus. I loved Jesus then—desperately. That whole night it was hard for me even to breathe, because I kept seeing him tied up. He was somewhere in the high priest’s house, with people who wanted to kill him. How could I leave? I kept wringing my hands. Helpless! I wanted to throw my body at the doors and burst in and beat them all with clubs!
I don’t know how long I paced in that dark place. An hour, maybe. But then—I’ll tell this part as truthfully as I can—then three things happened, one right after the other.
First, the shouting. All at once there came from an upper chamber the slurred shouts of many men. They were laughing as if they were drunk. I went back into the courtyard to see what was happening—
But a soldier blocked my way and said, “You are one of them!”
I said, “No.”
He said, “Don’t lie to me. You’re a Galilean.”
I said, “No,” and tried to push past him.
But he struck my chest and said, “Don’t you recognize me?” He struck me again. “I was there when he was arrested. I saw you there!”
“NO!” I yelled. “NO!” People started to look. Two guards reached for their weapons. I raised my right hand and screamed, “I swear by the city of Jerusalem that I know nothing of the man! I do not know—!”
Then this is the second thing that happened.
Jesus came out of the upper chamber, his arms bound behind him. He turned and looked down at me. He saw my hand in the air.
And this is the third thing.
Somewhere in the night a rooster started to crow.
I lowered my hand and covered my mouth and turned away from Jesus and ran out of the courtyard. I ran out into the city. I ran down a dark alley and fell to the ground with my face in my hands and I burst into tears. I cried and I cried and I could not stop.
This is the whole truth.
THE GRACE
After the trial came the sentence; after the sentence came the crucifixion; after the crucifixion came the death; after the death came the resurrection. Then Jesus began to appear to His followers: first to the women, then to the disciples. Peter remembers what happened:
I let my beard grow back. The first days I was too sad to shave. Didn’t think about it. But then the Lord Jesus rose from the dead exactly as he said he would—exactly, you see, as he said, which is part of the problem, because I never really paid attention to that saying, because I didn’t believe he would die, so how should I even consider that he could come back to life again?—but he did, exactly as he said he would, rise up from the dead and he appeared in person before us, and I was astonished, I was speechless, I was so glad for him and so overjoyed for the whole world, but yet at the same time I was sick inside myself. I can’t describe this. It’s impossible. Nothing is greater than this. God is here. God is in Jesus. The kingdom of God begins in Jesus! And as much as I know that, as much as I love and believe it, that’s how much I loathe myself. That’s how horrible I feel. Because I’ll never enter that kingdom. I don’t deserve to. I gave up my right. I denied my Lord. I rejected him to save myself. Do you understand this? It’s at the time of crisis that the truth comes out, and I…I’m the one who swore he didn’t know Jesus. So after the first days I let my beard grow again. It would be hypocrisy to think that I could be like my Lord anymore.
I said, “I’m going fishing,” and I took off for the sea.
The others came after me. We didn’t talk. We just worked. It didn’t bother me that we caught nothing. In the gray light of the morning, I saw a stranger on the shore. He called out to us, “Have you caught anything?”
We held up our empty nets to show him that we had caught nothing.
The man on the shore called, “Cast your nets on the other side and see what you catch!”
John and I looked at each other. Who was this man on shore, telling fishermen how they should fish? But we stood up and cast out the nets. Immediately the water came to life and the net was filled with fish!
Then John looked at the man on the shore and gasped, “Peter! Peter, it’s Jesus! That is the Lord on the shore!”
I didn’t wait. I threw myself into the sea and swam for shore. But when I came up out of the water I couldn’t think of anything to say. I stood there feeling wretched.
Jesus had kindled a charcoal fire. Bread and fish were already laid on it, breakfast for one. He didn’t look at me. He looked to the boats still struggling shoreward. So there were those who belonged to him, working and worthy—and here was I, idle and unworthy.
The others reached the shore and began to drag the nets onto dry land. Jesus said, “Bring some of the fish. Come and have breakfast with me.”
We sat. Jesus sat among us. He served us one after the other. He served me last. I couldn’t eat. Neither was he eating. He kept looking at me. I wanted to crawl away. And I would have, but he opened his mouth and spoke to me.
“Simon son of John,” he said, “do you love me more than these?”
“Yes, Lord!” I think I shouted the answer. “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.”
He neither smiled nor blinked. Solemnly he said, “Feed my lambs.”
Did he mean it? Was he granting me a place with him? I could hardly breathe.
Again, Jesus spoke, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” The same words. The second time.
Carefully—because I meant it and I wanted him to believe that I meant it—I said, “Yes, Lord. You know that I love you.”
He said, “Tend my sheep.”
Even then this wasn’t over. He kept looking at me. And now I knew what was coming and it did come. For the third time he said, “Simon son of John, do you love me?”
I bowed my head and started to cry like a child. He was asking—and he was telling, both. He knew. He knew. He knew how many times I said I did not even know him. He knew.
I couldn’t raise my face to him. I said, “Lord, you know everything. You know that I love you.”
There was a great silence after that. And then I felt his hand on my shoulder. Jesus was kneeling in front of me. He crooked a finger beneath my chin and lifted my head, and I looked through my tears and saw his eyes filled with such kindness that I only bawled the harder.
“Feed my sheep.”
Jesus was offering me a place in the kingdom.
Be a shepherd of my flock.
Yes, Lord! Yes!
And then he was telling me what was ahead for me, even what kind of death I would die. I nodded. I understood.
So then he stood up, and he said to me all over again what he had said at the very beginning.
He said, “Follow me.”
Exerpted and adapted from The Book of God, Walter Wangerin, Jr.
But a soldier blocked my way and said, “You are one of them!”
I said, “No.”
He said, “Don’t lie to me. You’re a Galilean.”
I said, “No,” and tried to push past him.
But he struck my chest and said, “Don’t you recognize me?” He struck me again. “I was there when he was arrested. I saw you there!”
“NO!” I yelled. “NO!” People started to look. Two guards reached for their weapons. I raised my right hand and screamed, “I swear by the city of Jerusalem that I know nothing of the man! I do not know—!”
Then this is the second thing that happened.
Jesus came out of the upper chamber, his arms bound behind him. He turned and looked down at me. He saw my hand in the air.
And this is the third thing.
Somewhere in the night a rooster started to crow.
I lowered my hand and covered my mouth and turned away from Jesus and ran out of the courtyard. I ran out into the city. I ran down a dark alley and fell to the ground with my face in my hands and I burst into tears. I cried and I cried and I could not stop.
This is the whole truth.
THE GRACE
After the trial came the sentence; after the sentence came the crucifixion; after the crucifixion came the death; after the death came the resurrection. Then Jesus began to appear to His followers: first to the women, then to the disciples. Peter remembers what happened:
I let my beard grow back. The first days I was too sad to shave. Didn’t think about it. But then the Lord Jesus rose from the dead exactly as he said he would—exactly, you see, as he said, which is part of the problem, because I never really paid attention to that saying, because I didn’t believe he would die, so how should I even consider that he could come back to life again?—but he did, exactly as he said he would, rise up from the dead and he appeared in person before us, and I was astonished, I was speechless, I was so glad for him and so overjoyed for the whole world, but yet at the same time I was sick inside myself. I can’t describe this. It’s impossible. Nothing is greater than this. God is here. God is in Jesus. The kingdom of God begins in Jesus! And as much as I know that, as much as I love and believe it, that’s how much I loathe myself. That’s how horrible I feel. Because I’ll never enter that kingdom. I don’t deserve to. I gave up my right. I denied my Lord. I rejected him to save myself. Do you understand this? It’s at the time of crisis that the truth comes out, and I…I’m the one who swore he didn’t know Jesus. So after the first days I let my beard grow again. It would be hypocrisy to think that I could be like my Lord anymore.
I said, “I’m going fishing,” and I took off for the sea.
The others came after me. We didn’t talk. We just worked. It didn’t bother me that we caught nothing. In the gray light of the morning, I saw a stranger on the shore. He called out to us, “Have you caught anything?”
We held up our empty nets to show him that we had caught nothing.
The man on the shore called, “Cast your nets on the other side and see what you catch!”
John and I looked at each other. Who was this man on shore, telling fishermen how they should fish? But we stood up and cast out the nets. Immediately the water came to life and the net was filled with fish!
Then John looked at the man on the shore and gasped, “Peter! Peter, it’s Jesus! That is the Lord on the shore!”
I didn’t wait. I threw myself into the sea and swam for shore. But when I came up out of the water I couldn’t think of anything to say. I stood there feeling wretched.
Jesus had kindled a charcoal fire. Bread and fish were already laid on it, breakfast for one. He didn’t look at me. He looked to the boats still struggling shoreward. So there were those who belonged to him, working and worthy—and here was I, idle and unworthy.
The others reached the shore and began to drag the nets onto dry land. Jesus said, “Bring some of the fish. Come and have breakfast with me.”
We sat. Jesus sat among us. He served us one after the other. He served me last. I couldn’t eat. Neither was he eating. He kept looking at me. I wanted to crawl away. And I would have, but he opened his mouth and spoke to me.
“Simon son of John,” he said, “do you love me more than these?”
“Yes, Lord!” I think I shouted the answer. “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.”
He neither smiled nor blinked. Solemnly he said, “Feed my lambs.”
Did he mean it? Was he granting me a place with him? I could hardly breathe.
Again, Jesus spoke, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” The same words. The second time.
Carefully—because I meant it and I wanted him to believe that I meant it—I said, “Yes, Lord. You know that I love you.”
He said, “Tend my sheep.”
Even then this wasn’t over. He kept looking at me. And now I knew what was coming and it did come. For the third time he said, “Simon son of John, do you love me?”
I bowed my head and started to cry like a child. He was asking—and he was telling, both. He knew. He knew. He knew how many times I said I did not even know him. He knew.
I couldn’t raise my face to him. I said, “Lord, you know everything. You know that I love you.”
There was a great silence after that. And then I felt his hand on my shoulder. Jesus was kneeling in front of me. He crooked a finger beneath my chin and lifted my head, and I looked through my tears and saw his eyes filled with such kindness that I only bawled the harder.
“Feed my sheep.”
Jesus was offering me a place in the kingdom.
Be a shepherd of my flock.
Yes, Lord! Yes!
And then he was telling me what was ahead for me, even what kind of death I would die. I nodded. I understood.
So then he stood up, and he said to me all over again what he had said at the very beginning.
He said, “Follow me.”
Exerpted and adapted from The Book of God, Walter Wangerin, Jr.
The Word has power
It's pretty clear that Hope doesn't like coming to church with us.
She grew up in a family that, while not hostile to Christianity, did not wholly embrace it either. She has the barest knowledge of Christianity: Christmas is Jesus' birthday, Easter is when He died (but she doesn't know precisely why). She knows about Moses and the Ten Commandments, probably because she's seen the movie. She thinks those commandments are outmoded and that god (her version of god) probably allows for some flexibility in enforcing them.
I'm not slamming her lack of knowledge or lack of faith. She wasn't exposed to the Word growing up so how can I expect her to understand any more than she does? She doesn't complain about coming to church...she just tries to avoid it if at all possible. *Smile.* Lots of teenagers, even ones who grew up in the church do that.
There's a lot of "to do" lately about making church "Relevant". Frankly, I'm not sure what that even means. Yes, our church probably seems pretty old-fashioned to her. Redeemer Lutheran Church unapologetically follows the historic liturgical practices of the church. It is nothing like what she is accustomed to out in the world. The customs probably do seem somewhat outmoded to her.
But the reason that Hope doesn't like church is not because it's irrelevant. I watch her as the pastor preaches the Law and she practically squirms. It's obvious that hearing the Law makes her very uncomfortable. No, the reason that Hope doesn't like church is because it's TOO relevant.
She is hearing - maybe for the very first time - about God's uncompromising standards and that she (as we all do) fails miserably short of meeting those standards. Deep down, she's known it all along. She wants to measure up, but she can't. She despairs over this and so she does what many of us do when we don't want to face an unpleasant truth - she tries to hide from it.
The Law is doing it's job. It's like a mirror, reflecting back her inability to keep it perfectly as God demands. It's driving her to the place she needs to be in order for the Spirit to do its work. It's driving her to the cross.
Please pray for Hope. She has heard the first half of the message and she needs to hear - with ears opened by the Spirit - the second half: that her sins have been dealt with. That she need not despair anymore because Christ has taken care of it all.
Because I didn't have enough excitement in my life...
What a week!
First off, I was in a minor car accident. No one was badly hurt and there was not much damage to either car, but enough that it will have to go through insurance. And yes, it was my fault. Dang. At first I was ok, but later in the day my back hurt quite a bit and then my arm started up again. The back resolved overnight, but the arm is still bothering me. Yay.
My Oma is back in the hospital. She has not been following her doctors orders and she has reinfected her feet. Her surgeon readmitted her to the hospital for possible emergency amputation of her toes, but they have since been able to stabilize her. But she obviously can't go back home alone so my folks will have to make some other arrangement. If they put her in a home she will be furious with them, but I honestly don't see what other choice they have. She doesn't take her meds and she been putting Noxema (of all things!) on her toes and that is how she reinfected herself. The situation is both frightening and infuriating.
Have you heard about the winter storm that came through this weekend? It started Friday around dinner time and didn't let up until after midnight Saturday night. It got so bad that we got a phone call saying church was cancelled - that has NEVER happened before. Even the buses and taxis stopped running. A friend of Kirk's got stranded a the university (University of Waterloo is just a few miles from us) and called us. His folks were out of town and the university was closing their doors. With the buses and taxis not running he was stranded in the snowstorm! We had told him before if he ever got stuck there to give us a call...so he did. Ken braved the snow and drove over to get him and he stayed the night with us. He is almost like a third son to us - he and Kirk met in grade 6 and have remained close friends - so an impromptu sleepover is nothing out of the ordinary.
We have the distinction of receiving the second highest amount of snowfall - 40 cm - in the country. Here is a picture:
I am really, really tired of snow. And it's 11 days until spring for goodness sake!
We've also been working on preparations for the big 50th anniversary party for my inlaws coming up next month. Their actual anniversary was in January, but they left for Florida immediately New Years so the party will be next month after they return. We've rented a hall because we're expecting 150 people to show up. Anyways, I've been working with the caterers and out shopping for decorations etc. It's getting exciting as the day draws closer!
I've also been quite busy at work. I am working on a rather large software sales opportunity - it's a company that needs 70 licenses of Office 2007 Professional Edition. I have been putting my newly acquired software licensing training to good use working out a program for them! We meet with the client on Tuesday to present the proposal. I'm a bit nervous because this is the first time I've had to go on a sales call. I don't know how my husband does it day in and day out.
All in all, an eventful week. How was yours?
A quickie
Woke up this morning and the pain in my arm is gone! SO thankful for this, it was really wearing on me.
Kirk is up and around and seems to be back to normal. We can rule out a concussion - again, SO thankful.
Saw that Debbie updated her blog - that sure made me smile!
Please, don't think I'm crazy, but we've taken in another stray. A friend of Brent's who lives down the street with his grandparents (his own parents are unfit) is staying with us until Monday. He got into an argument with his grandma earlier this week and in a fit of anger left home. Then, reality set in. With no place to go, he came to us and asked us if he could stay "for a few days". We allowed him to stay as long as he promised to go patch it up with his grandma by Monday. (We informed his grandparents of our agreement, so they knew where he was and that we were working towards getting him home.) Yesterday he went to talk to them and worked it out. He'll be going back tomorrow night. Sigh, *kids.* But, to be honest with you, I enjoy having a houseful. There's lots of drama, yes, but I don't know...having them around makes me happy.
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