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Things May be Mended

Last week our electric stove failed; the oven began cooking everything at an even temperature of 475 degrees. We could have had the stove fixed, but it's an ugly 1980s model, and we would rather have a gas stove anyway. So yesterday we had a gas line run to our kitchen. We are ready to cook with gas! But we have no gas stove, and little money to buy one. So we'll limp the electric stove along for a couple of months, using only the cooktop, until we can buy a gas stove. 

What's interesting is that in the process of thinking through the kind of stove I want, I no longer find myself drawn to sleek, stainless steel commercial stoves. What I really want is a vintage 1930's or 1940's stove that's from the same era as our house. They built things to last back them, and even though things break, things may be mended.

I think if I compile a book of poetry, the title will be that. 

Maybe we'll find someone who loves 1980's stoves, and they'll mend that one, too.

This Impossible Stone

"And no one can move this impossible stone..." --a Southern gospel song I heard this afternoon

Jesus rolled a giant stone away, walked out of the tomb, and walked again among the living: the hope of mankind.

I am the impossible stone that Jesus moved.

A Punk Preaches

I had the privilege to preach at Christ Community (PCA) in Johnson City this morning.

Here is the link to the mp3.