Oct. 20, 2008
Sunday in Utah
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Wow, did I get beaten up this morning (Monday) by comments concerning my blogs about Sarah. I'll have to address them once I get home to my own computer. The common thread in them was a pragmatic view of the situation - not a Biblical one. Perhaps they have the Bible to back up their thoughts, but it wasn't shared. It's scary to me - There is a way that seems right (pragmatism), the Bible says, but the end is destruction. We have to be so careful when we draw our conclusions about life. Meanwhile, back in Utah - Nan's foot is not painful, but the rest of her body is from adjusting to hopping around some and laying on her back with it elevated. Nevertheless, while we were at church yesterday, she managed to get up and make a blueberry soup. Stan was not pleased. When we were in Zion on the day of Nan's accident, we saw many rock climbers. One of them, 34 years old, fell 300 feet to his death according to the morning paper. It was the first such death in 2008 at Zion, and the 6th in the last 25 years. Pretty low numbers when you think about all who climb day or night. When Bob was talking with the rangers he asked if climbers needed any special permits to do it. "No," he replied. "99.95% of them know what they're doing." So, when Stan brought the paper in this morning he announced, "Here's the .05% of the climbers who didn't know what they were doing." Unlike our parks in Maine, the canyons are never closed to the public unless there are snowstorms or rock slides to block passage. These climbers will drill into the sheer cliffs and hang hammocks and sleep hanging off the rocks at night. I can't imagine people wanting to drive on the narrow roads at night with sheer drop offs in some spots that have no guard rails - but they do. Many of you will be jealous to know we had lunch at Crackerbarrel. Oh, when will Maine get one? It was so good. We brought some home to Nan. She loves the collard greens. The afternoon was spent playing the Utah version of Hand and Foot. Nan said as she was lying in the park waiting for rescue she told the Lord how excited she was to have friends come who knew the game, but that falling with her broken ankle was not the Hand and Foot she had in mind. We got a laugh out of that. It was guys against the girls and it all came down to the final round. The men squeezed out a win like they bragged they would. The Jones don't have a TV and I couldn't get the Red Sox on internet or radio for their last game against Tampa. Nan quickly called neighbors who moved here from RI last year. We met them at the play the other night. They were very gracious and invited us right over. Stan came, too, and had a chance to witness seriously with the husband, Tim. Pray for him. He's had three near death experiences. The last one involved being hit by a car while running with his best friend. Tim was injured quite badly and his buddy was killed. The driver was on cocaine. Tim has lots of questions about spiritual things, and Stan had a good chance to share with him. The radiologist called Nan over the weekend and she has two breaks in her ankle and must see an orthopedic surgeon today. So, we will be staying close to home. Maybe Grand Canyon tomorrow, but time will tell. We've seen such spectacular canyons already - |
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