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I just heard about two people that undertook to feed homeless children. They used their own money in the beginning of this project. I was inspired by their uncommon generosity.

There is so much good in the world. With all the financial gloom and doom, we should take time to celebrate the good.

I particularly like the following clip. Matt has undertaken to dance his crazy dance all over the world. Such joy. It makes me happy to hear about people like him and the sisters. Enjoy!

I’ve had a hunch about evangelism for several years. My hunch was that what normally masquerades as evangelism is really something quite stilted and odd. I tried some of it, and I was never satisfied with the results.

And then I met Jim Henderson. Jim put into words things I had only felt before–things I had dismissed as being peculiar or maybe my own reticence or cowardice. His definition of Ordinary Attempts is excellent.

That spark was fanned into a flame by Randy Stiever of Sparks, Nevada. Randy has been sending me OA stories, which I have been uploading to the Ordinary Attempts site.

I hope you’ll go lurk around at Ordinary Attempts. Overhear what people are saying about a commonsense way to show others what it means to live as a disciple of Jesus. ….without scaring them off with odd, ineffective methods.

One of our supporters is Clovis Christian Church. They have been sending us support checks for several months now, whih I deeply appreciate. Sunday, July 30 was the last available Sunday I had for visiting other churches, so they invited Bev and me down, and I preached.

I’m really grateful for the help they give us, and also for the opportunity to tell our story. I think it encourages them as much as us.

Their pastor, Michael Stipe, has become a good friend. We enjoyed having lunch with him and his wife, Suzanne, yesterday after church services.

One of the things I have loved about this church planting project has been the widening of my network of friends. It has made me more appreciative of how rich and varied the body of Christ is.

I had a “first” yesterday. I was invited to provide an in-service for an agency that provides home and hospice care to ill people. The audience was some of their registered nurses and nurses aides.

In order to get ready for it I wrote a former hospital chaplain and asked him what the must-read books were on the subject of chaplaincy care. He gave me a couple of titles, one of which I ordered. I took notes and reproduced some of the charts.

I was nervous about the in-service for two reasons. First, I had never done this before, and it was out of my expertise. Second, I figured all these nurses could teach me a thing or two on the subject of grief care.

On Wednesday I had a great idea. I decided to use selected quotes from the correspondence I had with a dying friend to illustrate what I was going to talk to them about. I had 44 pages of correspondence, so there was plenty to draw from.

I spoke for about 40 minutes. I told them at the conclusion, “None of you threw anything at me so it must have been okay.” I think it was a good refresher for the group, and it helped them to get to know me a bit better.

Recently a United Pentecostal Church on the southside of Chicago offered $25 to the first 75 (new) people who came to each of their two Sunday morning services. Jim Henderson at Off the Map asked me recently if I would interview the pastor at the church in regard to their “Money Sunday.”

I agreed to do it and completed the interview a couple of weeks ago. I serialized the interview into 5 parts, and I began posting them today at Ordinary Attempts.

I have hoped that the interview would show respect to the church while at the same time causing a lot of conversation about evangelism.

Reading the comments broadens my perspective on the subject, and helps me to see how far off the mark churches sometimes are in regard to evangelistic outreach.

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Today was a very long day. It began with our going to church services at 8:30 this morning with our daughter and son-in-law. We left Merced about 10:00 for Santa Rosa to visit our son and daugher-in-law. It has been about a year and a half since that group was last together.

We enjoyed a delightful afternoon, most of which was spent sitting around a backyard table, eating, chatting, and watching the children play. I especially liked seeing our children being able to talk and enjoy each other. Because of living across the country from each other, that is a rare occurence.

At about 7:00 PM we left to take Angela and Derrek to a hotel in Burlingame, near San Francisco International. It is always sad to drop them off, but we’re already planning the next gathering.

We got out of the car about 11:00 AM. We returned about 6:00 PM. During that time we hiked from the Yosemite Valley floor to the top of Nevada Falls. Four of those hours we hiked straight up.

Our daughter, Angela, and her husband Derrek have been visiting us from Tennessee. They really enjoyed the ruggedness and majesty of Yosemite, and you could see them filling up their eyes with the vision, much like a thirsty person drinks water.

The first part of the hike went up the Mist Trail to Vernal Falls. The trail got its name for a reason. By the time you get to the top of the steps, you’re soaking wet because of the spray that is in the air.

The next part of the trip goes up a grueling set of steps that make your legs feel like rubber. You keep looking up at the destination wondering how many more switchbacks you’ll have to negotiate.

The view at the top of Nevada Falls is breathtaking. It feels like you are standing on top of the world. The valley floor is so far away, you wonder how you got there

We were happy to learn that there was an easier way down. The John Muir Trail is more gradual. You don’ have any steps to climb. You can hear your legs and feet shouting “thank you.”

After we got back to the car we started thinking about dinner and how good it would taste. We had to endure a rude waiter in Oakhurst, but the food and rest were still satisfying.

Derrek kept saying that he’d like to live in California. There is truly no place like Yosemite.