And her name is Lucy! Our friends Sean and Lindsey had their first baby today. Check her out!
This weekend we spent a great couple of days in Athens, where we got to see lots of folks at a Wesley fundraising dinner, go to the UGA/Miss St game , and see some of Jake’s family as Kelsey came to check out the University. It was really good to spend time with the family, and also to see some Wesley people and hear how God continues to do amazing things through that ministry.
Not only did Hunt get to attend his first UGA game (in utero), but he also picked up some treats: a gameday onesie from us and a Georgia tshirt and stuffed Uga from Grandma Pammie. So currently he’s the size of a lime, but he has two or three outfits, a toy and a “boo-boo bunny” waiting on him. Hope he likes red.
“Is this my hat or yours? Oh, this one’s mine. I can tell it apart because it has a stuffed animal on top of it.”
They have these bulldogs all over town with appropriate attire: a suit in front of a bank, etc. This one’s called “Dawgustus.”
So they’ve finally talked. Will something happen, or would that ruin the show? We think they’ll have to string it along for a while. But this will probably put the brakes on Jim and Karen. Melissa’s happy about that, but Jake says at some point you gotta go where the love is.
Also last night was the second reference to Lost (unless I’ve missed some). Note that the character who loves Lost is Dwight. Jim is clearly a 24 man. Take that, Lost fans.
This summer I received, free of charge, a brand new charcoal smoker. So naturally I had to apply myself to the task of learning the art of real pulled-pork barbeque. So far I have two rounds under my belt, and the results have been pretty exciting. Barbeque time is a busy time, so sometimes we forget to take pictures. These are from separate events.
The prep work is not for the weak of stomach. That’s about a half-pound of pigskin, which you have to cut off the meat. Then a top-secret spice rub (got it on the internet) overnight and you’re ready for action.
After that it’s pretty simple. Light charcoal, put meat in smoker, watch temperature gauge, and sigh with relief when it hits ideal range. Then curse when temp goes down, fret over whether to add more charcoal, add more charcoal, sigh with relief, curse when temp goes too high, play with vents for a while. Decide everything is going great, then wonder if the meat will be half done at go time and you’ll make everybody sick. Repeat all the above for about 7-8 hours, then check the meat and find out it’s perfect. Pull it apart, serve it up and impress all your friends.
Melissa’s grandfather, Howard Nash, died last week at 87. He was a great father and grandfather, and a great ambassador (as his pastor put it) for Christ, especially at his church, where he took it on himself to reach out to young people at a mostly older church, welcoming them into the family and letting them know that the church loved them. We heard all kinds of great stories this weekend about how he had helped people and made them feel important and loved.
Even better, though, was the reminder that for believers, although death is still our enemy, it is a defeated enemy. Not only has the Lord Jesus Christ tasted death on our behalf, he has also risen from the dead, and his resurrection guarantees ours. So last Wednesday, for Howard, “death was swallowed in victory,” and one day it will be for us as well. “Thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ” (1 Cor 15)!