Jeannette asked me to take a picture of MelodyJoy in her new blouse from Grandma Muntz for the blog . . .

Afterwards, MelodyJoy insisted on taking our photograph . . .

hell? I find it hard to comprehend that someone who really understands what hell is--and I suppose Paul would have a better grasp than most--would be willing to go there for any reason, even the salvation of another. Am I being shallow?
However, while I'd die for someone--even for a stranger maybe--I can't imagine agreeing to spend eternity in hell for the sake of another, even for a loved one. On the one hand, I feel guilty for this. On the other, I think this position is evidence that I take God's Word literally and believe what it says. Hell is a horrible place of never ending misery and torture; of separation from friends, loved ones and God. If I believe hell is real and if it's as awful as I understand it to be, it's almost impossible for me to think of voluntarily choosing to go there, even in exchange for the highest of rewards for someone else.
Phillip helps me figure out what colors my new socks are . . .




to Walmart for a package of tortillas and concluded that whoever designed the parking lot there must have been a student of Escher. I'm committed to staying away from that place from now on during peak shopping times. Inside the store was okay but the parking lot was a nightmare!

We did some early Christmas gifts with Grandpa and Grandma . . .




"Do I want social justice for the oppressed, or do I just want to be known as a socially active person? I spend 95 percent of my time thinking about myself anyway. I don't have to watch the evening news to see that the world is bad, I only have to look at myself. I am not browbeating myself here; I am only saying that true change, true life-giving, God-honoring change would have to start with the individual. I was the very problem I had been protesting. I wanted to make a sign that read, "I AM THE PROBLEM!"
- Patrick Blewett,
The significance of the lollipop? When I came home from work today, MelodyJoy was eager to show me her sucker, which was her reward for successfully using the potty chair today. On Wall Street, stock prices for Procter & Gamble fell 15 points on reports that Melody used her Winnie-the-Pooh potty chair three times today, amid fears that sales of Pampers will fall.
Tonight was Blackhawk's Christmas band concert . . . from 5th grade all the way through high school. Actually, they moved things along very efficiently, with each band--including the two jazz bands--playing just two numbers. Jordan and the brass quartet played a prelude.
I was very impressed with how all the kids played, from the beginners on up. I'm probably not the best judge (Jordan said that he messed up several times but I didn't hear it) but I thought they sounded very good.
Last night, we had the Taylor University Fort Wayne admissions staff over for a Christmas party. We didn't deliberately exclude the financial aid staff . . it just turned out that they had a conference in Indianapolis scheduled for today so they bowed out.
ornament exchange, followed by cheesecake. Anyway, we had a good time, there was just enough "stealing" of ornaments to keep things interesting (and Jeannette snagged her favorite snowman ornament from the bunch so she's happy) and the food and fellowship both were great.
what great new music they had discovered, so everyone threw in some choice that they were enjoying currently. Well, I made note of the different things each person said and then I went to www.pandora.com and plugged each artist in. From there, I was able to discover similar artists and so I ordered CD's from that group. For instance, Leo said that he was enjoying listening to Whiskey Falls so I ordered him a Dierks Bentley album while Myka mentioned Michael Buble so she got a Dean Martin CD. I hadn't heard of most of the musicians the staff mentioned so it broadened my musical horizons, too. Anyway, people seemed to like the little personal touch and it was a pretty easy way to do the gifts.
why I enjoy going to work here. It's nice to work with people who get along well and are heading in the same direction, without competition or contention. I feel very blessed to work at this place and hope we find success in all our hard work.
