In the seven-plus years I’ve been your pastor, I’ve taken more trips to Madras, Oregon than I can count. That’s where I am this morning. I’m here for a quick visit with my mom. She had a hard week last week so I just felt I needed to see her. Collin, our soon-to-be 21-year-old came with me.
My dad passed away in 2013. There were many trips as he was declining. Now my mom is needing more attention. I am very grateful for the grace this church has extended in allowing me to be away as often as I am.
I’ll be back Tuesday afternoon. I’ll be in church on Sunday. My sermon’s on “civility”. Richard Pimentel has a tribute to veterans you will love. And we’ll be presenting Bibles to our Sunday school children. I didn’t want to miss it, and you won’t either.
At a recent Christmas, my mom gave me a present she wasn’t sure I would appreciate. It was the same panda bear I had been given when I was born (62 years ago this Sunday). I had no idea she still had it. It’s now one of my most prized possessions.
Stuffed animals, given in love, mean so much.
So I thought I would share this story Russ Hutchison sent to me about Campbell, the little boy who loved to make and give away stuffed animals. Enjoy.