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Well, I haven’t been thrown out of the Presbyterian Church yet. Rev. Meek didn’t find out about my behavior after sunset in Round Hill Cemetery on Friday night. I went to church as usual at 6:00 p.m. Saturday. I actually could relate to the sermon. It was the same thing I’d been talking about on my blog a couple days ago. The sermon was about following God without always asking where He is taking you. It was about being able to accept His will sometimes when it doesn’t seem to be exactly what you want, but trusting Him to make the right decision for you. Naturally, I’ve had plenty of experience with this in my life since January.
Last night, I talked to Valerie online. She made it safely home. She began to send me some of the photos we’d taken. She is definitely gifted at photographing ghosts. She had taken a picture of the oldest tombstone in Round Hill Cemetery, 1797. There was a ghost cat right in front of the tombstone. She had two shots of it. Spooky! She had taken random shots around the two cemeteries, and a number of ghosts of cats and dogs appeared in them when processed. Since both of us love cats and dogs, she feels that we attracted their ghosts by our presence.
Valerie is definitely a gift. She is the kookiest, most unique person I’ve ever met. She is very imaginative and very talented. She has the gifts of being a photographer and a web mistress, but since she is so sociable, she is also able to attract people to her web sites. She is also a gifted organizer and is able to organize hundreds of pictures into some logical order in multiple photo albums and on CDs. As a transgender person, she is also talented at putting together an interesting wardrobe. I am very lucky that I went out and found her on the internet and that she was willing to be friends with me. I sure enjoyed her visit.
Today Myra preached at Sixth Presbyterian. She was terrific. The theme of her sermon was poverty and social justice. One very interesting thing she explained to us was how the Israelites had sacrificed children to God, but because of God’s grace, we don’t have to do that anymore. Although God expects us to give our best, He doesn’t expect it to be our first born son! After the service, some people joined an Amnesty International protest against torture which took place at the intersection of Forbes and Murray.
I enjoyed seeing all my friends after church. My favorite person at church is Bobbie. She is an older African-American woman who is slightly handicapped. We’ve gotten to be great friends, and I give her a ride home. I thoroughly enjoy her company. She teases me about liking baseball. She thinks it is simply hilarious that Pedro Martinez is my favorite baseball player. She tells everyone that I am going to force her to go to PNC Park if Pedro pitches against the Pirates. I was telling her, "I know where you live, and Pedro Martinez knows where you live." She thought that was so funny. She says that one of her ancestors was an Ethiopian Jewish slave, so she is of Catholic and Jewish ancestry. She told me how she ended up at Sixth Presbyterian. She said that Sixth Presbyterian Church started to pay attention to her when she was in prison, because a friend at Sixth told them about her. Naturally, she wanted to go there when she was released. She says the church even helped her obtain a hearing aid. She told me, "Every time I go to Sixth Presbyterian, I thank God for bringing that church into my life!" I could relate. Every time I see it up there ahead of me, I thank Erin for rescuing me from cyberspace and finding it for me, I thank Myra for inviting me, and I too thank God for bringing it into my life.
Last night, I talked to Valerie online. She made it safely home. She began to send me some of the photos we’d taken. She is definitely gifted at photographing ghosts. She had taken a picture of the oldest tombstone in Round Hill Cemetery, 1797. There was a ghost cat right in front of the tombstone. She had two shots of it. Spooky! She had taken random shots around the two cemeteries, and a number of ghosts of cats and dogs appeared in them when processed. Since both of us love cats and dogs, she feels that we attracted their ghosts by our presence.
Valerie is definitely a gift. She is the kookiest, most unique person I’ve ever met. She is very imaginative and very talented. She has the gifts of being a photographer and a web mistress, but since she is so sociable, she is also able to attract people to her web sites. She is also a gifted organizer and is able to organize hundreds of pictures into some logical order in multiple photo albums and on CDs. As a transgender person, she is also talented at putting together an interesting wardrobe. I am very lucky that I went out and found her on the internet and that she was willing to be friends with me. I sure enjoyed her visit.
Today Myra preached at Sixth Presbyterian. She was terrific. The theme of her sermon was poverty and social justice. One very interesting thing she explained to us was how the Israelites had sacrificed children to God, but because of God’s grace, we don’t have to do that anymore. Although God expects us to give our best, He doesn’t expect it to be our first born son! After the service, some people joined an Amnesty International protest against torture which took place at the intersection of Forbes and Murray.
I enjoyed seeing all my friends after church. My favorite person at church is Bobbie. She is an older African-American woman who is slightly handicapped. We’ve gotten to be great friends, and I give her a ride home. I thoroughly enjoy her company. She teases me about liking baseball. She thinks it is simply hilarious that Pedro Martinez is my favorite baseball player. She tells everyone that I am going to force her to go to PNC Park if Pedro pitches against the Pirates. I was telling her, "I know where you live, and Pedro Martinez knows where you live." She thought that was so funny. She says that one of her ancestors was an Ethiopian Jewish slave, so she is of Catholic and Jewish ancestry. She told me how she ended up at Sixth Presbyterian. She said that Sixth Presbyterian Church started to pay attention to her when she was in prison, because a friend at Sixth told them about her. Naturally, she wanted to go there when she was released. She says the church even helped her obtain a hearing aid. She told me, "Every time I go to Sixth Presbyterian, I thank God for bringing that church into my life!" I could relate. Every time I see it up there ahead of me, I thank Erin for rescuing me from cyberspace and finding it for me, I thank Myra for inviting me, and I too thank God for bringing it into my life.
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