This is Good Friday, the day we set aside to commemorate the fact that Jesus sacrificed His life so that all humanity might have the opportunity to live eternally. Though He was fully God and fully man, He submitted Himself to a cruel death by crucifixion, not protesting and not fighting back, so we could live, despite our many protests and continual fighting back.
I'm grateful to God for the sacrifice, and commemorated the day, as is our tradition, in church services where seven different preachers preach seven short sermons, one on each of the seven last words Jesus spoke from the cross (Father, forgive them Luke 23:32-34; Today you will be with me in Paradise Luke 23:39-43; Woman behold your son John 19:25-27; My God, My God, Why...? Mark 15:29-35; I thirst John 19:28-29; It is finished, John 19:30-37; and Father, into your hands... Luke 23:44-46.). The service culminated a Spirit-Filled Holy Week (we had District Conference in Tarrytown, with lots of presenters, on the theme of "Making the Local Church Essential Through Prayer and Action." or something like that...).
Anyway. I haven't written because I've been commuting back and forth, but it's been a wonderful week.
During the conference, I had the opportunity to speak to lots and lots of people. I just want to say this: If you're not flossing your teeth twice a day, in addition to brushing them, then all the mouthwash in the world is probably not going to stop your breath from smelling like the stuff that pops out of your back teeth when you've missed a day of flossing. It's the kind of stuff that, when you get a whiff of it, you go "Did that come from me?" I have concerns about oral hygiene, mostly because halitosis sometimes makes me literally want to throw up. It's especially hard for me to understand how people who talk a lot (or, God forbid, for a living) can fail to do a breath test on themselves, and can go out in public with their breath smelling so bad? I'm not saying everyone's breath should have that just-brushed smell, and I realize that my obsession with Wisps (the waterless, disposable toothbrush thingie) could be another manifestation of borderline OCD. But really, people: if your breath brings tears to the eyes of the people in front of you, or if you notice that everyone you ride with in a car has to open a window -- even in December -- or if you notice that no one wants to stand directly in front of you when they're speaking to you ... I don't know, do ya think maybe it's time for you to schedule a trip to the dentist to get all that accumulated, nasty-smelling crap off your teeth?!? Isn't oral health and hygiene an indicator of overall health and wellbeing? If it is, I fear many among us are very, very ill.
After church, I went to Trader Joe's on 72nd Street and found, to my disappointment, that they are completely out of their authentic jellybeans. It's probably a gift from God, since I clearly don't need anything else to eat.
I have a lot more to say, but want to go to bed early tonite. I hear the new Tyler Perry movie is hysterical and can't wait to see it. I rented a car last week and LOVED it! Have a reservation for next week, for when we go on our Director's retreat. We'll see....
That's about all for tonight, except this: Can somebody remind me again why I should be interested in the wedding of William and Kate? I get it that William is next in line for the throne after Prince Charles, who may abdicate for him, but as I've never met Prince William, I'm having a hard time understanding why I'm spozed to be so interested in his wedding? I get that it's quite the event for the A-list jet-setting crowd, but I'm not in that group. Why is it again that I'm spozed to care?
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