Thursday past was a delightful day. the weather was warm, in the mid-70’s… then it started snowing sometime during the night. We awoke to a light blanket of sloppy wet snow and snowflakes the size of half-dollars.
Our plans were to attend a Native American Camp Meeting in Frazer, MT this weekend. It would also serve as a shakedown cruise of the coach after being in storage all Winter. We finished packing in the snow and prayed for clear roads and pulled out about 10 AM. The pass going to Livingston was reasonably clear with the snow plows doing their thing. By the time we got to Livingston there was nearly no snow. The farther east we got, the better were the driving conditions. At Big Timber we turned north until we crossed the Missouri Breaks, then headed more westerly.
Arriving in Fraser about 6:30 PM we began looking for a gather of people at a civic center. With a population of about 450 souls it should be pretty easy… right? What we found was a big blue metal building with a sign reading
About 10-15 cars were parked around the building. I stuck my head in the door and asked a lady if this was the Camp Meeting. She replied to the affirmative, so we “set up camp” in the parking lot.
It has rained lightly most of the night. This morning the Meadow Larks or Robins were singing early. It didn’t appear to be raining, but when I returned from walking Jolie I was wet.
As I have been sitting here writing this, there have been groups of kids running around, playing in the mud and small lake that has formed in one corner of the lot. Kids are kids… no matter their race.
Even a town as small as this one experiences “Urban Sprawl.” One can look around and see how the early dwellers were clustered around a close area. Then as the houses were rotted or burned to oblivion, new homes were built farther from the center, forming new urban area, leaving a rotten core behind. That’s not so different from big cities.
A quick perusal of the cemetery this morning was an eye-opener. The majority of family names was Jackson and the oldest stone was dated 1907. I am told that many early natives took the last name of the President that put them on the reservation. This was confirmed later in the day by locating the headstone of one, Stonewall Jackson.The population of the cemetery is about the same as the town.
Today I was blindsided. It is Alumni Weekend here at Mt. Ellis Academy and before the church service they were giving out a few awards and making announcements. I was about half paying attention, when the MC announced that they wanted to make someone an Honorary Alumni. When they started telling about what this person has done for the school over the past several years, I started to shrivel into my chair for I knew who they were talking about. I was called to the front and awarded this certificate.
It appears that, although I have taken no classes here, I have become an alumnus before my Grand daughter, Sarah, who graduates this year.
In considering the topic of temptations, I wonder at the Biblical story of Jesus and his followers who wanted to learn to pray like he was used to doing. They asked him, Lord teach us to pray.
So he instructed them, “Our Father who art in heaven… lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…”
Now, it has been my understanding that God never deliberately tempts a person to disobey. That is the role of Satan. Added to that is the realization that meeting and defeating temptation builds character. So why the plead not be led into temptation?
Shouldn’t our attitude be, “Bring it on Satan, I may fail but my Big Brother done wupped your ass and gave me a Home Pass to heaven!”
Somebody confirm or set me straight on this.
Is there anything that relaxes the soul like a walk on a Spring day?
Starting with the first Crocus of Spring in our front yard.
Then today we walked around Cherry River Access Lakes where I was able to get some bird photos. More of the photos can be seen here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/donnybud/sets/72157629817530997/
We’ve been really busy on the house project the last two weeks. Time is just FLYING by and I need to be finished by the first week of June. Here’s a link to the latest photo update: http://www.flickr.com/photos/donnybud/sets/72157628048451512/
This photo was snapped from our driveway one gloomy morning. There was a bright spot through a break in the clouds off to the west. With a little tinkering I created a new wallpaper for my laptop.
This morning I began conjecturing about the wallpaper or back-drop of our lives. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could create a change in the back-drop of our lives whenever things begin to push in around and oppress us? It must be possible… people have even written songs about it. One from my youth, with lyrics, …”Who can take a cloudy day and turn it into sunshine, The Candy Man can…”
I’ve since learned that the song is referring to the neighborhood drug dealer. Just as the writer had to use the Candy Man to change the back-drop of his life, I had to use PhotoShop to turn this scene into a thing of beauty. However, in the realities of our lives God has promised to lighten our burdens and give us hope. He has promised to give us new life and a new place to live where the streets are paved with gold and our food will be be assured for eternity. We can be sons and daughters of the living, eternal God. With whom there is no death or suffering.
This is the wallpaper that I desire for my life here and I pray that you will make it yours, too.
Although this photo of a Clarke’s Fork fishing access was taken near Paradise, MT, it is none-the-less a million miles away and out of touch with reality.