easy, like sunday night

        the maple leaves are almost gone now. goodbye beauties.

 


you ever read a book and get the feeling you know the author?  that if you could talk to him it would be one of those unforgettable conversations that feels like only a little time has passed and yet you've been there hours? of all the gospel writers, john seems like that to me. the more i know about him, the more i admire him. daddy has mentioned several things about him in his preaching and i have found in my own reading things that indicate a sort of unabashed love and unashamed allegiance for Christ that is almost childlike in its simplicity.  in many ways he is an example for me.  of all the disciples, he and peter were the only ones that didn't forsake him in the garden when the others fled, but actually followed him into pilot's place.  and even then, peter denied him, but john was there through the whole thing.   also, he is referred to as the 'disciple whom Jesus loved' and 'who lay upon His bosom'.  john was not afraid to get close to Jesus, to show his love or to follow wherever He led.  that's how i want to be. unashamed, unafraid, ready to follow.  smitten with Christ.   i would like to talk to john.  guess i'll do just that one day.  and i think it will be one of those conversations.

  "dawn came in and said 'oh, by the way.  just in case i should die in the night by a heart attack or something, if the csi people come they have these little instruments and they will know --- oh. nevermind.  i was going to say 'they will know how i died because i have dna under my fingernails,' but that doesn't really work, 'cause i was scratching my head myself.''

  handy information, there, mother abigail.