Well, The Cook became The Baritone this weekend and sang up a storm...well, practiced during a storm...in his hometown. Actually, four of us had a good laugh as thunder rolled in the background as he worked through "When The Storm Passes By." He sang quite well today and caused a bunch of the cotton-headed saints to rejoice that they've known him. I'm glad the Lord has given him the talents he has that I've been able to benefit from for 28 years of being Jesus' Blood Brothers as well as the opportunity to pray for him as he sings to hold him up as his angels do...the same two that kept him safe at Hershey Park several weeks ago. This here picture of an angel is ok, but I think the ones guarding us are a lot fiercer and faster, based on our travel time There and Back Again, as Bilbo wrote in the Red Book of the Shire, and some of the spiritual scrapes we've been in for almost three decades.We didn't run into any Nazgul on our trip (other than the one by whom we're occasionally haunted at the dinner table) but we did get to see Art Monk, a devout Christian who played wide receiver for the Washington Redskins, inducted into the Football Hall of Fame on the motel TV as we rolled channels. It was once again a case of "...he who honors Me, I will honor..." being worked out and a solid testimony of Christ's faithfulness presented to a ton of people on ESPN.
If you're reading this and don't know what the heck I'm talking about, don't worry, I'm listening to the soundtrack from "The Lord of the Rings" I was recently given by The Cook/Baritone and I'm waxing eloquent with some tears running because of the one track that's playing.
Better quit before I actually get sentimental and get salt water in the keyboard and Elfson has to replace it with yet another!
Got tissues?
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