From Champoeg State Park, OR

Today was our shortest travel day so far, but it was our most beautiful as well. I haven’t spent a lot of time in southern Oregon, so I’m guessing at the names of some of the things I pictured below. If anyone can correct me, let me know!

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2nd Sunday of Advent

This morning, I went with Mom to Rise Community Church again. The sermon was about John the Baptist preparing the way for Christ. John had an unusual style of preaching. He called his listeners a brood of vipers and said that the axe was ready to cut down the tree to be burned, but since it had been 400 years since the last prophet, people flocked to John to find out what they needed to do to be prepared for the coming Messiah. The answer was that they needed a change of heart, and that’s what we need too.

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The first day of Advent

My brother-in-law, Rob, is a man of many talents. Not only is he a band teacher and a conductor, but he is also an Anglican priest. This morning, he had the distinct pleasure of having his granddaughter, Isabella, act as his acolyte.

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Sunday reflections

As you can well imagine, I have been doing a lot of thinking about the fire and I have a testimony to share. I’ve been thinking about how the engine kept exploding and spewing out molten stuff as it burned. If it had done that while the truck was still attached to the RV, the RV could have caught fire. If it had happened while Mark was down in front of it trying to get the truck unhitched from the RV, it could have been much, much worse. God is good!

From Salt Lake City, UT – with a slight mishap…

Mark and I had just crossed the border into Utah and been driving on Highway I-80W when a bunch of cars started honking at us as they drove by. I asked Mark, “Why are they honking?” He checked his rearview mirror and said, “We’re smoking.” He pulled over to the side of the road and got out, then opened the door and yelled, “The truck’s on fire! Call 911!”

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