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Dale's Sunday School Video

Last week Dale went out to a farm field near Glen Carbon to do a selfie video for this week's Holy Cross Sunday School lesson. I wrote about this effort and our work to get it actually uploaded to where it was supposed to go. We did it. Ha. With help from our church's vicar.

If you are interested in what he did, here it is.

Dale's first selfie video

Dale is off this morning to make a short video for our church's Sunday School. Each week since the Coronavirus shut things down, Holy Cross Sunday School has had members and staff making videos pertaining to certain Biblical lessons. Many are fun, others serious, some with music. They are then posted each Sunday on Facebook. Dale was asked to make one and the scripture he received was from the book of Ruth.

Now one thing is for certain. Dale has never made a video, selfie or otherwise so I volunteered to do the video while he taught his Ruth lesson. We spent some time after church yesterday talking to our vicar who has sort of been the middle man between the film maker and the guy who edits and uploads it. Our concern was how to get the file to them. Emailing a video takes a lot of space and won't work. The vicar showed me on my phone how to use Google Drive to send it to them.

Dale wanted a refresher on this today before he left and it got so muddled I told him just bring it back and we'll get it sent from here. He had been putting off doing this until yesterday when all of a sudden he got very excited about it so I have to wonder just what he has in mind. Instead of doing it inside like most people, he chose to go out to a farm field near Glen Carbon. The last thing I mentioned when he was leaving was "maybe do this in landscape view rather than portrait. And of course, he said he was going with portrait.

So we shall see by the end of the morning.

Look!

Walk up to a Nativity Scene and you'll see all the figures looking at the baby Jesus. Stand a little closer and you'll see the baby Jesus looking at you. As He still does. With love.

Last Easter was a different time

The beauty of the lilies we have taken for granted each Easter, are no where to be seen today. At least in person. Here is Holy Cross during past Easters and by the grace of God, will be next year.

Good Friday in Collinsville

For the first time in at least a month, Dale and I went over to our house in Collinsville. He was to preach at Holy Cross Good Friday evening and we used the daytime hours to get some much needed yard work and in home work done. It was interesting to watch the new process for getting Friday night fish at the American Legion across the street from our house. With the quarantine going on, people could not go into the building or gather in groups in the park. It was all call in and outside, drive-up-pickup. 

The parking lot was filled with orange cones which directed cars to move in a circular fashion beginning on the Legion exit drive and manuvering across the lot to where men pointed the way to the pickup lane. It never became as crowded as the days when you could go inside. People came and went quickly while the Legion people assigned to run out the bags of food did their job efficiently. At least as far as we could tell from our porch. 

We did not get fish, but had our traditional Good Friday meal which is a big salad with various lettuces, chopped tomato, chopped hard boiled eggs, radishes, cheese pieces and avocado. I make an olive oil and lemon juice dressing with minced garlic and salt and pepper. Some crunchy bread to go with it. We've done this for years and it's a tradition which I believe began during Dale's days as a parish pastor who would preach that evening. A light meal would mean he'd be able to stay awake and be sharp mentally.

 

And as it happened, he did preach last night at Holy Cross.

But before that he looked like this:

Looking at this picture, I'm embarrassed by the messy kitchen, but when you show up to this house with all kinds of things you'll need, everything gets plunked on the island or counters. Camping out is what we call our times here.

Good Friday

For many of us, Good Friday has a more effecting meaning. Not only have we been sequestered for weeks, but the future is uncertain. The cross is becoming a lifeline and that is a good thing in all this. What we can be sure of on this day and the days following is that there is hope, a certain hope. And so we pray with faith that the Jesus who went to the cross, died and rose again is with us still.

We pray as He did before he was arrested, "Come with me and Pray."

 

Jesus at our door

It's Maundy Thursday and time to consider Jesus.

Surely I am with you always, even until the end of the age. 

Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world

Palm Sunday, lamb at our door.

They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, "Hosanna!" "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the LORD!" "Blessed is the king of Israel!"

Good idea

One of our pastors suggested that on Palm Sunday (this coming Sunday) we all put palm branches on our front door or front windows in order for us to be connected while apart. Any branch will do if no palm branches are available.

Lamb at the door

Today being Sunday I placed a small sheep at our front door. We're all listening for our Shepherd's voice today and listening more intently than ever before. Praise God for promising to hear us. And, living in times like this we are thankful for the technology which allows us to be part of our churches' worship services online. In our case, Holy Cross Lutheran Church in Collinsville.