conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

christmas list

Well, it is time. Trish and I will leave in only a few hours to press eastward in the little red Jesus pod. We plan on driving to Louisville tonight and then make the rest of the way to Doswell tomorrow. It should be a good day or so for driving.

Before I left, I wanted to leave you with this image.

The instruments that these sharp gentlemen are holding are mandolinharps and a guitarharp. If someone is struggling to find a last minute gift for this Baptist, a mandolinharp would be more than fine. Thank you for thinking of me.

May peace be with you this Christmas.

Come let us sing to the Lord; *
let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation.

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving *
and raise a loud shout to him with psalms.

For the Lord is a great God, *
and a great King above all gods.

In his hand are the caverns of the earth, *
and the heights of the hills are his also.

The sea is his, for he made it, *
and his hands have molded the dry land.

Come, let us bow down, and bend the knee, *
and kneel before the Lord our Maker.

For he is our God,
and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand. *
Oh, that today you would hearken to his voice!

Posted by tripp at December 22, 2005 09:52 AM