After a visit with my doctor the OldMennoFool is on an antibiotic regimen to clear the conjestion in my bronchials. The post reviews the particular Sunday of lent and offers some brief historical insights for family and church.
For several days I have been feeling under the weather. I have an unusual amount of phlem to spit up and an uneasy feeling in my chest. Remembering my bouts with pneumonia in the past I followed the medical trails available to me on a weekend. I learned from the on call nurse that I should take two teaspoons of honey every four hours. Some doctors, she told me, believe that honey is as effective as Robitussin DM.
That recommendation would have pleased my father who was a beekeeper and a firm believer in natural medicine. I had honey on hand.
The nurse also recommended that I keep close track of my temperature. I have no thermometer. Neither did my Evergreen attendant who reminded me that while I am in the assisted living unit at Greencroft, it is not a medical unit. I called My Joy, and friend that she is, she brought me an extra thermometer she had on hand. O joy, my temp is normal. But we agreed that she should go to church alone.
Since I did not need to change from pajamas to Sunday “go to meeting” clothes I had extra time to scan pictures. Some pictures stirred memories and I include them in this post. One is of the founding pastor of the Iglesia Mennonita Ebenezer, Apocka, Fla. Please forward this post to any one you believe to be interested in that church.Here is a link to present activities at the church.
Lenten season is a time for College Mennonite Church to try out new ways of doing things. Today’s sermon was delivered by a Bethany Christian School’s drama troupe. I watched as the young people dramatized the sermon text. We are also testing new ways to receive the offering. I watched it all this morning and will watch it again. You may see and hear the service by clicking here.
This noon Joyce and I were invited to have lunch with Rachel and Eldon. I felt well enough to engage in this happy event. The dog Crystal remembers and welcomed us both. I wish she could write a book of all she has been through in life.
Dogs can remember
so much more than they can say
They have feelings, too