pizza and parking
"The kingdom of heaven is like something precious buried in a field, which a man found and hid again; then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.
Again the kingdom of heaven is like a man who is a dealer in search of fine and precious pearls,
Who, on finding a single pearl of great price, went and sold all he had and bought it."
Last night, after the house was rocked for a bit, the crowd was graced with the friendly banter of Friend #112 (our mostly fearless leader....). He shared these words with us as we chowed down on slices of pizza.
"Some people may ask, 'Why would anyone want to follow Jesus anyway? What is the draw?'"
The listeners were a mix of church-folk and seekers. A few souls had attended only for the free food and music. I must say, this kind of gathering is really up my alley. The good news is preached in a friendly environment. Anyone can leave at any time after they have stuffed themselves with pizza. But no one did. They stayed and stayed. And stayed.
We packed up well after midnight. Our spirits were bouyant with the afterglow of a terrific meeting. So you can imagine the crash of emotions when we discovered our rented van was missing.
Stoled or towed? After a few calls to the police, we ascertained that was definitely towed. Friend #112 had parked legally, as far as we could tell, but there you have it. This morning, after paying a steep fee, we will have our wheels back.
Again, thanks for your prayers.
One more note: freshly squeezed orange juice tastes incredible in Spain.
Again the kingdom of heaven is like a man who is a dealer in search of fine and precious pearls,
Who, on finding a single pearl of great price, went and sold all he had and bought it."
Last night, after the house was rocked for a bit, the crowd was graced with the friendly banter of Friend #112 (our mostly fearless leader....). He shared these words with us as we chowed down on slices of pizza.
"Some people may ask, 'Why would anyone want to follow Jesus anyway? What is the draw?'"
The listeners were a mix of church-folk and seekers. A few souls had attended only for the free food and music. I must say, this kind of gathering is really up my alley. The good news is preached in a friendly environment. Anyone can leave at any time after they have stuffed themselves with pizza. But no one did. They stayed and stayed. And stayed.
We packed up well after midnight. Our spirits were bouyant with the afterglow of a terrific meeting. So you can imagine the crash of emotions when we discovered our rented van was missing.
Stoled or towed? After a few calls to the police, we ascertained that was definitely towed. Friend #112 had parked legally, as far as we could tell, but there you have it. This morning, after paying a steep fee, we will have our wheels back.
Again, thanks for your prayers.
One more note: freshly squeezed orange juice tastes incredible in Spain.
posted by thisrequiresthought at 7:02 AM
3 Comments:
So glad you're writing and updating! I love knowing a bit of what's going on with you all!
Sorry to hear about the van, though... Hope that all gets straightened out!
Guess we now know that a Spanish resident may need to check the parking when you go somewhere. Convenient, eh?
Sonds fabulous,though. And God always has your back, man. What's a misplaced van to Him? No big deal. He's got it covered.
stoled? or stolen? =) couldn't resist the correction my friend =)
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