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Every year, when possible, we attend the annual Reformation picnic at Good Shepherd, in Rogers, where Little Ichabod's family attends. The members helped us move in when we arrived in Bella Vista. Like all Walmart people, they got into the truck and emptied it in short order, placing everything in order inside - in record time.
Norma Boeckler went to one of the picnics, the firs tone when we were there, I think. The weather is usually good for the wiener roast. One time we saw the old, great Martin Luther movie and heard the new pipe organ that a Missouri church discarded. Good Shepherd sold their old pipe organ to another church for the same price as the powerful, custom built Missouri one, so they upgraded for free.
We have continuing stories with the members, since we attend their services when possible, which means not very often. Confirmations - yes. Reformation Saturdays - yes. They were recording their services and uploading them. They have moved to live Ustream and uploading them to YouTube. I mentioned with some satisfaction that the geezer led the way in live worship broadcasts - thanks to Brett Meyer.
Years ago we watched and listened to our granddaughters enjoying the family hayride. Now they are grown and working hard at Sonic. Grandson Alex took their place at the back of the wagon with us, and had fun with his friends as we toured the back streets and new housing developments. The boys decided to howl and bark for the neighborhood dogs, so we all joined them for a minute.
As I wrote before, the best part of life is comprised of moments like that. The images come back through the video feedback in our memories and fill us with happiness. Peevish and small-minded people only see problems; they seem to live in a nightmare world where the anything good becomes evil in their eyes. And yet they dare to call themselves orthodox.