Thanksgiving lunch, good preaching, too much at once

Our Thanksgiving lunch at work yesterday went very well. There were not a lot of people that signed up on the list to bring things but by the time the lunch was supposed to begin the table in the break room was full to overflowing. The area where we had set up for desserts was really overflowing. (All the home-baked goods went pretty quickly.)

The family that does most of our catering brought smoked turkey legs instead of the traditional turkey. I thought it was a great switch up and everyone else seemed to enjoy the idea. He must have made over sixty and not one of them was anywhere near the size of the turkey legs I am used to getting on a store bought turkey. I picked the smallest one I could find and still was not able to eat more than half of it.

Of the left overs, I took four of the legs home; besides what was left of the one I had been gnawing on. Mama was a little excited about the different fare. Victoria was very excited about it. We froze two because there is no way we can each eat one at a sitting. The dogs will enjoy the leftovers soon enough.

Last night at church we had a young missionary couple that is on deputation to go to Chili. He preached the service and did an admirable job speaking out of 1 Kings 19 where the angel tended to the needs of Elijah as he fled from Jezebel; comforting him with food, water and rest. The angel also told Elijah that “the journey is too great for thee.”

It was a good sermon about the Christian life being lived successfully when we realize that the task it too great for us. It must be lived as Christ lives through us. He referenced the adage that “God will never give us more than we can handle.” His response was that everything about this life spiritually is more than we can handle on our own. Truly successful Christians rely as totally as is possible in this human frame on the power of God moment by moment. I thought that was worth passing on.

I will be making final preparations tonight for moving bottle calves onto the farm again. It will take about four or five hours to get the things done that remain undone. In the midst of getting money together for the truck repair and the purchase of the calves – hopefully to be resold to a friend at church – Mama called me really excited over the fact that she had found a man in Decatur that had Hamp pigs.

He has one little female and three little males, recently weaned, and they were only $60 each. I had to slow her down and remind her we had not budgeted for buying pigs this month. That is in the works for January or February. She was disappointed but that is where we left it for the moment. We may still go meet the farmer and introduce ourselves so we can buy from him later.

The weather is supposed to turn nasty abruptly this evening. Oh, well. It is almost winter.