Visit to Houston, TX

Between SOWER projects, Terry and I had a free week.  We decided to visit our friend Bongwol.  Delta Airlines had given us travel vouchers back in April when we made the dental trip, which almost paid for the flight.  I should say flights, as we had to first fly to Minneapolis, MN before connecting to Houston, TX, where Bongwol lives.
The adventure began with an unexpected chance to walk on snow and ice, as we missed our connection.  We'd had to wait  for an hour and a half in Tucson for the brakes of the plane to cool off.  So we spent the night in Minneapolis at Delta's expense.

Here are Bongwol and Terry in a similar pose to a picture I took in Switzerland two years ago.

We always like to take pictures of food!  This pizza with tomato slices, loads of spinach, and feta cheese was delicious!

This was the boat we rode in the Houston harbour, although we actually went at 6:00 pm when it was already dark.

It was great to see real trees and leaves after the
stark landscape of the desert.

I wish I knew what these berries were.

Fresh oranges from the tree!

Most houses are made of brick and not wood.  This is Bongwol's house, part of a beautiful neighbourhood lined with huge live oak trees.

Visit to the George Ranch Historical Park, which portrayed several generations of families' lives. The first was a log cabin from the 1830s.

 This interpreter explained about life in the log cabin

Holly helps her dad make cornbread.  She puts the scoop of flour into into the oval wooden bowl and mixes in the baking powder and egg.  It goes into a cast iron pot covered with hot coals. 

Holly grinds corn for the cornbread. This scenario was so realistic, it had me believing the story told to the visiting school children, that they actually lived in the log cabin.

It was entertaining to listen to an account of a cattle roundup in the old days.

Our visit ended with a meal at Taste of Texas, already beautifully decorated for "the holiday season".

The Feeding of the 500

Last week, Pusch Ridge Christian Academy where we were working served up a Thanksgiving Feast.  The students, from grades six to twelve, all got to have a free meal.  They were very excited.

Bev and I helped with setting out the pumpkin pies.

 I pried the boxes off the pies, and Bev cut them up and arranged them in perfect formation. 528 slices.

 They didn't stay in perfect formation once the students came to pick up their dessert, cutlery, cranberries, a bun, and a bottle of water. We helped them juggle all this and their plate of food by saying, "Tuck the water bottle under your arm." Along with the turkey their plates contained gravy, mashed potatooes, corn and green beans.  Most of them thanked us warmly, as if we were responsible for the whole meal.  Well, we did our part in true servant fashion. 

 These "hamburgers" were not part of the menu, but were specially crafted for the students' stage production which began that evening.  We see some interesting things outside the Art room, which is just across from our parking spot.

Shakespeare's The Merry Wives of Windsor was set in the fifties and very well done . We were thankful to be able to watch a real stage production!

The Holidays Begin

The parking lot was deserted.  Terry thought he would take me to Trader Joe's, a store I had somehow missed during the last three weeks here in Tucson.  He had to get gas anyway before we left in the morning.
"It's American Thanksgiving; I don't think it'll be open."  I said.
It wasn't.
"At least let's get some milk at Walmart; it's sure to be open."  We had just come back from a "holiday" so needed a few things for the fridge. 
On our way across the parking lot we noticed a few people sitting on folding chairs outside a store.
"What are they doing?" I wondered.
"It can't be!  Are they really waiting in line for the big Black Friday sale tomorrow?"  It was only
 4:00 pm!
I should have asked them, but I already knew the answer.   

Walmart was pretty deserted, but it was open. The air conditioning was on full blast, and the air around the dairy case raised goosebumps on my bare arms.  I should have worn my hoodie I thought.  It was November 27, and I could hear "...walking in a winter wonderland" over the sound system.  Here I was in shorts and a t-shirt. The next song was a real Christmas carol.  Already? I thought.  A perfectly white, fake tree hung with shiny green balls graced the produce section.   The occasional shopper appeared; Mom was in a dress and heels, the little girl also in her party dress.  At the bakery counter a couple of men consulted by phone over which pie to buy for dinner.  "See you soon!"  they sang out to their caller.
Terry had requested a pumpkin pie, so I got that as well as two tomatoes, a cucumber, some apples, and  the milk of course.  We were having turkey for dinner.  Turkey wieners, that is, and sauerkraut.  We'd already had our thanksgiving dinner more than a month ago in Canada.   
"Happy Holidays!" the cashier cheerily called out as I paid for my groceries.  I had always wondered why Americans used the term "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas".  Now I see that Thanksgiving is included and both holidays extend the season. Not to mention Hanukah during the same time frame.  It's a far cry from my childhood when Advent was celebrated as a preparation time for the coming of Christ, and Christmas didn't officially begin till December 25th. 
How things have changed!

Qualifications for the Job

Our first SOWER job of the season is Pusch Ridge Christian Academy in Tucson, AZ. On Monday morning my working partner, Bev, and I began our first task.  It was an interesting one--making pieces of paper look old, to be used in a class project as "WANTED" posters. I felt comfortable doing this, as I had once made pirate map invitations for a birthday party.

We actually worked outside, but forgot to take pictures the first time.

The heat gun we used was much more successful than burning the edges with a candle. The classroom teacher was thrilled.  Teachers appreciate someone else doing their time-consuming jobs.

Our next job was shredding.  We searched carefully through piles of resumes and applications of those not hired, to find certain reference letters that our supervisor wanted to keep.  As I flipped through them, I was struck by the applicants' extensive qualifications.  Pages and pages of awards, previous positions, degrees, and other experiences.  What hurt the most was shredding original transcripts, printed on heavy paper, and embossed with the seal of the university that issued them.  Yet they were not needed.  That degree meant nothing in this particular hiring process.  They appeared really impressive, yet these people were not hired.  There was always someone else, evidently, who met the requirements more exactly.  The official transcript ended up as a flash of pink  in the garbage bag of otherwise white shredded paper. By the way, someone in the staff room claimed the paper shreds for a craft project.
This morning made me think about the way we come to faith in God.  Our heavenly father accepts us at face value, through the death of Jesus Christ on the cross.  We don't have to have qualifications and lists of achievements; He accepts us just the way we are.  The only requirement is to come in faith, agree with Him that we need Him, change our direction, and He accepts us into His family. That is the Gospel--Good News.

He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of His mercy.  Titus 3:5a