Monday, December 14, 2009

Picture Monday: When Boy Meets Girl


The below picture is when Georgia and Jackson first met in Raleigh when they were 4 months old.
Baxter and Abigail...

The Finns came down to Columbia Saturday for one of their cousin's weddings (Wes Church actually did this wedding that was at another church, and they said it was an excellent service). We were at seminary the same time as the Finns and I remember Leah being in my Systematic class, and Dr. Schemm would call on her and I thought she was really smart. However, we really did not know each other in seminary.

Then blogs came around, and Charlie and Nathan (who is now a seminary professor) became friends through that. Soon after I had Jackson Charlie talked me into starting this blog to keep track of Jackson's progress, etc. So then, me and Leah became good friends through the blog world and our babies are the same age. Both Charlie and Nathan, and me and Leah could talk for hours.

The Christmas pageant was going on Saturday as well, so they just made a quick one hour stop at First Baptist, and Nathan being a history professor loved seeing all the rich history First Baptist Church has, such as the actually papers from when SC suceded from the union.

I knew Jackson would have a fun time playing with Georgia, but he acted like I have never seen him act before. He was totally mesmerized with Georgia. He wanted to do whatever she was doing. This picture does not do it justice because this is before they started holding hands. I missed walking them to the car, but Leah got a picture of it on her camera phone of them holding hands all the way to the car!

The entire way home, he was saying, "fun with Georgia, what did you do? played piano, hugged, held hands." He was even talking about her before he went to bed that night.

I am thankful for blogs, and that it was a way for us to make such a great friendship with the Finns!

2 comments:

ZDENNY said...

A man named Finite awoke and found himself in a sinkhole full of quick sand. He was sinking very slowly and knew that he would meet certain death.

A man came along who had holes in his hands. The man threw Finite a rope and told him to grab it and he would pull him to safety.

Finite looked at the holes in the man's hands and said, “Your not real.” “It is not scientifically possible for a man to live who has holes in his hands.

The man with the holes in his hands looked at the guy a little puzzled and said, “You are in a sinkhole and about to die. Your response to my help is to say I’m not real?”

Finite said, “Well, I like how warm the sand is and I really don’t want to get out. Second, I know I am having an illusion because it is not possible for a man to have holes in his hands and still help me out.” Therefore, morally I like my plight and scientifically, you don’t exist being a mere projection of my mind.

The man with the holes in his hands said, “Listen, I was sent here by my father to help people out so please let me help you! I will take you to my father’s mansion where you can enjoy life for eternity. Obviously, death was not able to hold me in the grave because the holes in my hands are proof that I overcame death. I now have the power to save you so grab the rope!”

Finite put his fingers in the ears and said, “Now I know I am hearing things because there is no such thing as eternal life…Everyone dies so I am going to take my turn and just enjoy this warm sand until the end.”

The man with the holes in his hand said, “If you won’t grab the rope, then I won’t be able to help you…please, please take the rope and I can pull you out. Have faith my friend.”

A few moments later Finite sunk into the quick sand and out of sight. Finite was surprised that he did not die as expected. He just sat there surrounded by sand, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to talk with his fingers in his ears. Finite tried to comfort himself by thinking, “I would rather stay here for eternity than believe that the man with the holes in His hand could help me. Faith in that mirage is irrational!!

So Finite sat in the quicksand for eternity. Day in and day out for eternity Finite was always thinking about the man with the holes in his hands. He would comfort himself thinking, “It was better to not have faith than to believe something that didn’t make sense.”

The man with the holes in His hands continued to call him for the rest of eternity; however, Finite could not hear his voice because he had plugged his ears.


The Lesson

If you are not with Christ, you will be thinking about Christ for eternity anyway... so have faith.

Leah said...

What great pictures--and how fun to compare how they look now with how they looked then! It was great to see you. let's not let it be 3 years before we meet again:-)