Ringoes

Just checking in from Ringoes, New Jersey... last night we slept on the couches in a church's youth room, for which I was thankful because the storm kept me awake a long time the night before! I slept great. The pastor who let us into the youth room took a long time arguing with himself out loud whether he could take the risk (and making comments like "I'm taking a big risk" and "I'm trusting you guys," which wouldn't have helped that much really if we'd been crooks!) But he finally did let us in, and told us to drink all the soda or whatever we liked from the fridge. I had Arizona lemonade with supper--good!

We ran into him again as we left the church, and he seemed happier then. (After all, we weren't carrying the VCR out with us!) When he got to his office I imagine he found what I left in his mail slot--a note saying thank you and a "hostess gift." The little key-chain version of the Evange-cube, a sort of, uh, witnessing tool, a cube where you flip back the sides to reveal a picture, then again to reveal a new picture, etc. It takes you through pictures of man cut off from heaven and Jesus on the cross all the way to someone walking across the cross to Heaven. My favorite is when you show the sealed tomb flanked by Roman soldiers and then flip it open to show Jesus standing in the doorway dressed in white! But we didn't think we would use it, and thought we'd give it to someone who would. It was a Bible church, so it seemed like the right place for it.