Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Sunday, October 12, 2003

A busy morning. The orchestra played at church this morning, so I was there by 7:30, and got home about noon. The kids arrived for sunday school. Hanna was none too crazy about being left. She is fine with Sue's house, but still hasn't gotten used to the nursery.

We have nursery duty tonight, so will head over, but wouldn't be surprised if we don't get any customers.

Am enjoying our sunday school class on the Tabernacle. The symbolism is all over. First thing inside the entrance was the altar. You can't get any farther without first dealing with sin. Then is the bronze laver. After sin is dealt with by sacrifice, then comes cleanliness. It's a picture of what Jesus did on the cross, he was the sacrifice for us, and we are made clean. Then we can go in and meet with God.

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