A Weekend in August

We ate dinner Saturday night with Bill and Verna Weber, Donovan and Jocelyn and Ruby and Nora, and the Webers' friends from South Africa, Phil and Irene Hughes.
The Hugheses had been visiting the Webers as a part of their four-month visit to the U.S. this summer. We had wanted to connect with Webers--we hadn't seen them since a couple of brief hellos at the NACC. They suggested we meet them on their way out of town (they had come to visit with Donovan's family for the day) and back home to Indy. So we drove over to the Bob Evans on North Bend Road and enjoyed a nice early supper with them.

"Thanks for coming over here to eat dinner with us," Verna said as we were breaking up.
"Hey, this is the high spot of our weekend," I said.
"Oh, I hope not!" Bill replied.
Well, maybe it was. But the whole weekend has been pleasant.
Friday we had a big night out with a Groupon-discounted dinner at Mimi's followed by frame shopping at Hobby Lobby.
Saturday I spent a couple hours weeding, trimming, and watering outside. I decided to take some flower pictures while I was working.. The pictures look better than the yard. We haven't had rain for quite awhile, and the grass is pretty brown.

Then I got a good start on my final batch of notes to folks to tell them about the Alaska trip we're helping host next summer.
After we got home from supper, we watched the latest Muppets movie via Movies on Demand from Time Warner.
Evelyn and I worked the Welcome Center at church, and she and I each had meetings at church at noon.
I went to the grocery on the way home and bought a can of soup to eat for lunch. Then I finished my Alaska invitations and took 'em to the post office late in the afternoon.
We had a nice talk with Jen on the phone after supper.
A simple weekend. A pleasant weekend.

Look What Was Waiting for Us When We Got Home . . .

We got home today from our visit to Amish country, and while I was filling the sprinkling cans to water the plants on the deck (they really needed the water), my eyes fell on our four tomato plants, laden with ripening fruit.
I picked the ripest. There's more out there waiting for us. Evelyn and I ate one of them for supper, and I'm taking some cherry tomatoes in my lunch tomorrow. The one we ate tonight tastes homegrown--I think we'll be tasting them every day for the next couple of weeks.
This morning up in Berlin we went food shopping--first at a country store where we picked up some South Carolina peaches (had one of those for supper too) and some Amish-made jelly. Then on to Heini's Cheese Castle. (Go ahead and make jokes about the name--we did!) We got some cheese spread and a few small blocks of cheese and threw it all in a cooler we had brought anticipating some food purchases.
We stopped for a late lunch in Grove City, OH and were home before 4:30. I (we) had plenty of time to tend to the yard, unpack, go through the mail, bring the checkbook up-to-date, clear out some of my work emails, and pay bills.
It was nice to be away. I'm ready to get back at the work ahead of me.

Visiting the Amish . . . and Other Folks

Today was our full day in Amish country, and we enjoyed it. But our only contact with Amish folks was one nice man with whom we discussed the weather on the porch of his store; about two dozen nice ladies taking money and waiting on customers at the craft, furniture, linens, antiques, and other doodads stores we visited; and several horse-drawn carriages clip-clopping down the tourist-crowded main street of Berlin, Ohio.
We're staying at the Inn at Honey Run, a remarkable hotel  about 3 or 4 miles outside Berlin. I bought a  Groupon to this place on a whim this winter, and Evelyn and I picked this weekend to come use it. I don't know if we'll ever be able to afford the place without taking advantage of a special, but we'd love to come back. Everything about the place is perfect for the location. It's nestled into a woodland environment, surrounded by five-story-tall trees, with an elegant but comfortable atmosphere and friendly service.
Part of our package was breakfast served in the room this morning, and it was wonderful--elegantly presented and every bite tasty--far more than we would normally eat for breakfast. In fact, we wrapped up the scones to enjoy later.

It has been raining or threatening rain all day, but we did pretty well at dodging the raindrops during our browsing/shopping binge. We were back to the lodge by about 4:00 or so. We took books to the overstuffed chairs in the lobby and enjoyed a cup of coffee while we read for about an hour. Then back to the room to relax and get ready for dinner at 7:00.
I had decided we'd have one really nice meal on our trip, so I made a reservation at the lodge's
restaurant. We weren't disappointed. Not only was the food served with a gourmet flair, but the setting was beautiful. We were seated by two six-foot-tall corner windows looking out on the woods surrounding the lodge. By the time we were finished, the rain was coming in torrents, and it was beautiful to sit inside with dessert and watch it pelting the leaves of the maples and pines.

We'll Always Remember Mentor

We'll always remember our day in Mentor . . . and we liked it enough to consider coming back someday.
Had a nice breakfast at the Residence Inn and then drove to the James Garfield Home just after it opened at 10 a.m. We were there for at least a couple of hours. The home is beautiful. His heirs donated it and its furnishings to the local historical society, so most of the items we saw were originals, not reproductions. It is a huge, beautiful home, made larger by Garfield's widow after his assassination. He had lived there himself, of course, managing the huge farm where it sat and also running his campaign for president from there.

The James Garfield home

We learned a lot about him. "He is a forgotten man," our excellent guide told us. It seems certain he would have been a great president had he lived. He knew six languages and had fluency in five of them (English, German, French, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew--the last was the one he knew least).
He was the first (and, I think, only) president to be elected from the House of Representatives.
He was the first presidential candidate to conduct his campaign by going directly to the people instead of working through spokesmen. He greeted scores of students and other citizens who came to hear him speak from the front porch of the house we visited.
His wife created a presidential library with all his papers and books here after his death. It was the first such presidential library.
He was a brilliant man, an accomplished and competitive student. In his lifetime he worked as a farmer, professor, preacher, politician, and more. The house and grounds surrounding it are shaded, cool, and beautiful, and we really are glad we made the visit.

The naturalist pointed out the swallowtail butterfly and
encouraged me to get a picture of it.

In the afternoon we went to Holden Arboretum, a 3600+ acre spot a short drive away. We were led in a
tour through the butterfly garden and then took a walking tour through many of the trails surrounding the visitors center. We saw fields of blooming perennials and many bushes and trees that were new to us. It was an absolutely beautiful day, sunny but not too hot--the perfect day to spend so much time outside. We were there from about noon till almost 3:30.
Then we drove to a state park on the shore of Lake Erie and walked across the sandy beach to stick our feet in the water. We spent more time cleaning the wet sand off our feet back at the car than we spent on the beach, but at least we could say we had sampled Lake Erie.
From there we drove a few minutes to Brennan's Seafood House, a restaurant I had researched ahead of time. It's certainly not a fancy place--all wood paneling and sailing kitsch. But it is a local and tourist favorite, and we enjoyed it. We split the Fisherman's Platter--shrimp, scallops, perch, whitefish, and a crab cake--and then split a piece of key lime pie to finish it off. It was a huge amount of food, and we were glad we shared it.
We had done all of that by 5:30, so I suggested we catch the first evening showing of Helen Mirren's new movie, The Hundred-Foot Journey. We really enjoyed it. In spite of a few implausibilities in the plot, the acting was wonderful, as was all the attention to food! We'd recommend it.

Our Minivacation

Evelyn and I are taking a little long-weekend trip, starting this afternoon. I'm writing from Mentor, Ohio. Tomorrow we're gong to visit the James A. Garfield home, a National Historic Site. Garfield, before he was president, was one of the Christian leaders who worked together to start Christian Standard, and when he died, the Standard's first editor, Isaac Errett, preached his funeral. (Found this article about Garfield published in Christian Standard.) I've always thought I'd like to visit his home sometime, and when I purchased a Groupon for a stay at a bed and breakfast in Millersburg (Amish country), I decided to combine the two destinations into one trip.
We'll visit the Garfield home tomorrow and maybe visit the Holden Arboretum, try to see some sand beside Lake Erie, and do whatever else we can find to do around here. I'm looking forward to a Saturday in a place I've never visited before.
We left home about 2:30 and stopped at a Mansfield exit for supper at Der Dutchman, a place we used to stop on the way to or from Grove City, PA, when Jennifer was in college there.

Earlier this week (Tuesday) we got to spend the evening with Wendy Wagoner who came the spend overnight with us. She will be the missionary in residence at CCU first semester (starting August 18), and she was in town working out some details with them. It was great to visit with her and sense that she's doing well.
Wednesday night we had Dan and Cindi Cooper at our house for our weekly dinner and Major Crimes evening. We really enjoy the series, a spin-off from The Closer, and the weekly fellowship with the Coopers is something we always look forward to.

Wednesday at work we sent the September issue of Christian Standard to the printer, and Jim Nieman has been working since then to get the digital version ready to upload to the new Christian Standard app.

Our tomatoes are starting to come on. Evelyn gave a bunch a of the grape tomatoes to the neighbor before we left, and a few of the regular tomatoes will be ready when we get home.

Blooming Possibilities

Believe it or not, these are Knockout roses. I've discovered if you catch them in bud, they look almost like tea roses in a bouquet. Of course, they're not as pretty after they open fully, but hey, with Knockouts, there are almost always more to pick in a couple of days.
The flowers are in preparation for an overnight visit from Wendy Wagoner tomorrow evening. And because we'll be busy with her then and with Dan and Cindi Cooper Wednesday evening (our weekly shared dinner and viewing of our favorite TV show, Major Crimes), I needed to prepare my Thursday-morning Bible study this evening. That Serendipity New Testament for Groups was my ally in this week's preparation.
Two outstanding events of the day: had lunch with Mark Haas, former art director at Standard, to catch up, hear about his work with Rebel Pilgrim Productions, and talk about our long list of shared concerns, friends, and interests. Was proud to show him our new digital edition available on our new app. Was glad to hear how fulfilled and challenged he is by his current work.
Later talked with Dave Empson who graciously allowed me to have a table/display at the upcoming International Conference on Missions in exchange for a free ad in Christian Standard. Marketing budgets have been cut (again) at Standard, and the new marketing director had decided Standard wouldn't be going to ICOM this year. I can't blame her, but I'm very glad Dave and I worked out this deal so there can be at least some presence for Christian Standard at this large convention. We need to do whatever we can to keep this app in front of people.
The ICOM people want me to do some interviews, like those I did for NACC, with missionaries and others at ICOM. I'll enjoy that, and it will add to the video archive available to us for links from upcoming digital editions.

An Open Letter to Trevor DeVage and Benji Maurer

Before this morning's worship at Christ's Church at Mason was finished, I determined to write a thank-you note to Trevor DeVage and Benji Maurer for leading an experience that challenged and inspired me. And then I decided I'd just let anyone read what I have to say . . .

Dear Trevor and Benji . . .

Thank you, thank you for the blessing of this morning’s “Easter in August” worship service. It touched

me in ways I didn’t expect and can’t explain, but I can tell you several aspects of the service I thought were very special.

• I loved the way you worshipped with us, Trevor. When you came to the center of the platform to sing

“The Old Rugged Cross” with us, when you closed your eyes and raised your hand in worship, it was almost as if you were leading us. You were with us in a way that can’t happen when you come onto the stage after 30 minutes of singing. Today you were a fellow-worshipper, not just the presenter-preacher.

• I loved the way you used that hymn as the lead-in to the first point of your sermon, without introduction or interruption. We were right there with you, from the first word.

• Speaking of that old hymn, thanks for including it, as well as a couple verses of “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today” later in the service. Everyone was singing along, younger people as well as older. I loved the new accompaniments and the way the old hymn was combined with a contemporary worship song.

• I loved the energy in the room. It was a blessing and a challenge to see 30-somethings around me, men as well as women, singing and engaged. What a future our church has when we’re developing Christians like these!

• It was wonderful to hear the congregation singing with me (or listening to them sing when I didn’t know a song). The instruments accompanied the words and the melodies to make a powerful testimony.

• Thanks for surprising us a little with how the songs and other elements of worship all fit together. A gentle dose of the unexpected kept our attention, kept us anticipating. I wasn’t really ready for the worship time to be over.

• Thanks for teaching us a new song, with the promise to use it several times in the next weeks. It has such a powerful message. I’m looking forward to learning it and hearing our voices lift together as it becomes part of our shared experience at CCM.

I’m also looking forward to the combined services we’ll enjoy in September. I know you’re working harder than we can understand to craft worship experiences that honor God and point us to his presence. You achieved that for this morning’s worship. And I just wanted to say thanks.