I don't talk about him much, mainly because he's his own man and he prefers to live without a lot of internet attention. I understand.
But I was thinking about him today because he was the one who packed up all the boxes of books back in my office in Prince Albert. And I was thinking how cool it is to have a son in law like him, who was willing to travel hard for 18 hours, and sleep on a lousy bed, to help his wife's parents get packed up and move. That's pretty generous.
And he was the workhorse when the over fifty crowd of guys showed up to help pack the trucks and move us to The Field. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him, and mentioned it a few times. Even now they mention his name in hushed tones...
Not only is he able to lift heavy boxes, but he's is a kind guy, and really a good match for Johanna. In classic style they play off one another's weaknesses, providing what is lacking in the other. Â
So, here's to having a great son in law.Â
(more pics here)
Buzz Lightyear was there, as was Darth Vader, a few princesses, a crocodile, prince charming, oh and Don Cherry, so it was well represented.
The food was great, and what a great community idea.
So far, only BoPeep showed up at our door tonight, well, and one of her sheep too, so its a quiet night out here.
And I am alone on the prairie. Lauralea away, and Micah is off visiting some friends. (Has a nice ring to it.)
Being alone out here is, well, quite a feeling.
It's nice. I could get used to it I think.
Hope you had a safe evening.
Remember, All Saints day on Sunday.
A very good man indeed.
And, after my eyes got big and my mouth stopped flapping, all I could say was I think so.
Until I got home and remembered I have a previous committment that night.
Shoot shoot shoot.
I can't go, but, I think I'm liking this place more and more.
It is difficult to believe we have been here only one week. There have been so many experiences already that it feels like a month or two have gone by.
Tonight Lauralea and I popped open a bottle of sparkling white wine someone had given us a while ago, and we went out to the dark landing/deck area off the sun room and in the starlit warm night we toasted and gave thanks for the sale of our house. The conditions were lifted today, so by next week we wonâ€™t own any land or houses in Saskatchewan. So that means we are here to stay. I say that nervously, with hope that our next ten years of ministry will be as great and blessed as the last ten were, and the ten before that.
And we gave thanks for good memories of great friends who have cared for us and loved us well, and who let us love them too.
We are thankful too for this place, this field, and for how God has led us here for this time. I have come a long way from that late evening when I received that email asking if I would be willing to maybe consider coming here. I believe my emailed response was, â€œOh Crap.â€
Its been a good exercise in remembering who is god or God for that matter, in my life. Who leads, and who follows. It intrigues me just how gentle he is with me. He really knows who I am, and that I donâ€™t just swap allegiances with haste, so he gently moves me forward. Quite amazing really, when he could just command or call forth my obedience. But no, with determination and strength and patience, he just begins to invite me to this new thing, pointing to the place this will lead and inviting me to go along with him. And so we follow, because he is good, really.
He is good. Really. And itâ€™s really good to be the follower, and let him be God. In spite of the difficulties of life, of which weâ€™ve experienced very little, he is simply good. And letting him be God takes a huge amount of pressure off of me, because honestly I just donâ€™t have the energy or ability to be my own God. Yeah, sometimes I may try it out for a bit but pretty quickly I realize those shoes are too big for me to wear. So I repent and get back to my stuff, which is being a follower of the living God.
And yeah, I am nervous a bit about this work. There are some visible wounds around here and some people who have been caught in the blender of broken relationships. It will take some time to build bridges to those people. Time and patience. And there will be testing, lots of testing, although they wonâ€™t realize they are doing it. They will need to test me to see if I am who I say I am, to see if they can trust my care for them. The testing will take many forms, but it is the hard stuff of this work with people that really needs to happen, so that they can see that I really do care. My prayer is that I can make it through those seasons, consistently caring in the right ways.
Now if I can just find my beard trimmer, and my dental floss, which someone else packed for me and I just canâ€™t find yet. Then things should be ok.
Nite, from The Field.
And I think my soul may be starting to catch up with the rest of me.
Weâ€™ve been not â€œDo-ingâ€ much today, Lauralea went back to bed and slept most of the morning and I had a nap. Feels like the rest is a solid investment right now, and itâ€™s a good way to use the time we have.
This afternoon we set up the record player/stereo and played some of our old old records. Thereâ€™s absolutely nothing like the staticky click click click as you listen to a recording made by a German choir somewhere in Europe, 40 or 50 years ago.
And now we are off to supper at someone's home. Itâ€™ll be nice, and weâ€™ll come home and head to bed early I suspect.
I wonder if the country air and slowing down and all just makes your insides slow down a bit. I wouldnâ€™t be surprised.
Now, toshiba or appleâ€¦
...so local that I, or rather, we walked to church. It was like 50 feet away, at most.
And I nearly had to carry Lauralea who was determined to wear her new heels over the gravel. What a trio we were as we hobbled across the yard, to the church.
The greeting was warm and friendly. The worship music was a good mix of new stuff, 1980's stuff and 1800's stuff. There was a band of Back up singers, (Male and female, which is a nice touch) Piano player, bass player, and a drummer with a small kit.
The pastor of youth and families did the preaching, and did a fine job at it, and I would say that even if she didn't read this space.
And after service, most everyone went downstairs for coffee. A nice touch. Seems that since many people come from town 20 minutes away, and the others gather from around the community, that coffee time is one of the only times they have to connect. That's a good idea, and the coffee was good too.
(And Lisa was there, with her three little ones. Steve was off to work for the day.)
This afternoon I drove into town to check on someone in the long term care home. It was a beautiful drive across the cool prairie October afternoon. And, before I came home, I found a great Chinese food place, and the food wasn't even too cool by the time I got it home.
This week I'm just setting time aside to pray and wait and to get ready for the beginning of work here. I feel like that's just something God is asking of me for this time. So I'm looking forward to the week.
I need to talk through some things with him, and to sort out a few of the things he wants me to be doing. It will help to set the direction for my work here, and I need to hear him on that.
Later on in the week Lauralea is heading up north for two days to see the kids at PRBI. Its missions week there and there will be a concert or two that the kids are singing in. The solitude will help give me space to be still.
So it will just be Micah and I for a while.
But it feels like the work is beginning. Even as it took time to lay it down at Prince Albert, so now we are taking up the mantle for this place and these people.
The transition is going well I think. Hopefully our work here will be fruitful and effective. That will be part of my prayer this week too.
But for now, good night from the field.
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Because of the cash, I have an opportunity to look at a MacBook. (And why doesn't Apple just sell the things for $500 less and in a year they would probably take over the world...) Because of the cost of the Apple products, its not an opportunity that comes along often, so I kinda don't want to blow it.
Yesterday I spent some time with the MacBook at the Apple store. It is just quite an amazing thing. I'm not a fanboy but that thing is just intuitive and simple in design. It does what it does with speed and grace and the small things and attention to details are the kinds of things that just please me in places I don't know that I want to explore right now.
The down side is that it is an Apple so it won't do all the things I may be used to a computer doing. And the cost. $1399 is unbelievable, to me anyway. I'm not sure I could live with that level of commitment to a computer.
It seems to me to be a bit of a Cadillac in the PC world, and I don't drive Cadillacs. It runs at 2 Ghz, Intel Core 2 Duo with 2GB DDR3 Memory and a 160GB hard drive.
Then there is the $1000 Toshiba I saw. Good rugged solid windows machine although it has Vista and I don't look forward to learning that operating system now too.
It has a Intel Core 2 Duo Processor, 4 gigs of ram, 320 gig hard drive. 15.4 inch windscreen, wifi, and something called a DVD Super multi drive, which sounds like a new feature on a Jaguar.
All that to give you a sense of value vs cost.
My question to you, dear readers, is which should it be? Should I deal with my internal guilt of over spending and go with Apple, or reign it in and get the windows Toshiba and just work at getting it to the place where I want it to be?
I know there are both users out there, so tell me if you would change, and why? Why do you Apple users love your Mac's or you Windows users use them?
You don't need to quote scripture and verse from the Apple or Microsoft website, just one or two sentences on why, and which.
Or if you have insight into my guilt issues about spending, let er rip too.
I'm in a teachable moment here, so teach me.
We'll sneak in the back, at nearly 11 am, so as not to create a big stir. Hopefully we can just worship with them today.
I got word late last night that one of the people from here who is in the hospital, isn't doing well. So I'll head up to the hospital after lunch and meet him and hopefully get to know him a bit.
It's Sunday today, and I hope that wherever you read this from, you have a meeting place to go to, to gather with like hearted individuals and just take some time to be with the Lover of your souls.
Today being Saturday and Micahâ€™s day off school, we decided to hit the big city and what a weather day it was. It was ok till we stepped out the door and got hit by 70km/hr wind and a farmer spreading manure on his field.
We got to the West Edmonton Mall and Micah with his savings, got an iPod at the Apple Store. And Lauralea found some very affordable shoes, within 5 minutes of Micah and I standing outside the store. Not bad at all.
It was good to get to the city, but I gotta tell ya, the mall on Saturday, not a great idea. Millions of people.
Heading back to the country the snow started in the wind, wow, it was blowing and snowing hard out there. Glad to get back home.
Micah and his iPod.
Lauralea and her shoes.
Gross and made me jumpy. So I closed it and went back in the house.
A short while later I went out for another box and the same door was open wide, again. Now it was getting on my nerves. I was going to have to figure out how to lock the system.
As I turned to go back inside with the door closed again, it dawned on me, where were the remote openers that go in the vehicles?
I came into the house and found them in the drawer, at the back. Seems that every time Lauralea went into the drawer to get her scissors, or to return them, she slid the drawer and the openers were pressed and they would open the doors.
At least thats what I think was happening, and for now I choose that version of reality.
So much to learn.
In a field.
Next to a church.
(I wonder if 911 works out here...)
We arrived home tonight after supper with friends and an important shopping hour at Safeway in the big city. I was surprised at how warm it was, +10C out there tonight.
When we got home, I headed off into the darkness, to explore two flickering lights I saw the previous night in the cemetery. Unbelievable quiet, darkness, nothingness. I stood there soaking it up and it was renewing my spirit, or maybe better said, in the silence there was room for Him to renew my spirit. Either way, it was deep and true and good. I think this is going to be a good thing for us, and I am excited about it.
The cemetery lights turned out to be a clear red plastic rose that glowed with some internal light, and the other was a solar light someone else had placed near their loved ones grave.
The house continues to take shape and Lauralea is working hard at it. Occasionally someone will stop by the front door and say hi, which is nice. And today at two stores we met two different families from the church who knew us and introduced themselves to us. Also nice.
We have discovered that there are two phone lines on our house phone system. One is the church line and the other is the house line, so we need to learn when to answer which line. We are learning.
Everything out here seems designed to help us slow down. Something as simple as a 20 minute drive home from town forces us to slow down a bit. Thinking what to do with the garbage, or thinking through a need for light bulbs when you donâ€™t live hear a store. The quiet. The walk to get the mail at the road. Its all forcing us to chill a bit, and maybe, just maybe, our souls will finally catch up to us.
But I do need a flashlight. It gets awful dark out here in the evening.
In a house, beside a church, in a field an hour southwest of Edmonton.
When someone with a GPS comes by and gives me the coordinates, Iâ€™ll pass them on to you. But until then its really tough to say where we are.
But, its good. The people have been generous and helpful, the space is wide open, and the neighbours are silent. The house is larger than we are used to, so we have to yell louder to find where the others are. And I asked and got the rundown on the wildlife. Mostly the Coyotes will leave us alone, the skunks, and there are many this year, are unafraid of you so keep your distance, the many deer need to be watched for, especially at night when they move to the trees for sleep. If something needs to be shot, call the neighbour. Good to know.
Weâ€™ve been working to get settled, and itâ€™s taken me most of the day to get Internet here. Seems on windy days you can loose the Internet, and phone for a while. Today was really windy.
Perhaps a couple of pics to keep you interested. And when I fix the wifi Iâ€™ll stream a bit of video for you.
Iâ€™m off to have a shower, in my en suite, then to bed. I never thought Iâ€™d say that.
Oh, and the stars are simply awe inspiring. Tonight we could even see the milky way. Jean and many others were right, the rural life is very different, but it has the potential to be amazing.
So take care out there in the distance.
Nite. From the field.
The house is empty and clean. Goodbyes are said. Gateway's in good hands. And we are off on a new great adventure.
So we go, full of confidence that this is God and that he is leading us in this way.
I am excited.
Let's get this party started.
P.S. Marc is a good preacher.
Most of the contents of the house are in a truck outside. Not to much left to do tomorrow morning at 8:30 when the movers arrive again.
I had some deep thoughts about realizing why this is so hard, but I don't think I can communicate them well at this point in the game.
But i wonder if it's not about moving at all. It's about getting on with life without the kids around any more.
Tonight as I cleaned Thomas old room, that I really do miss them all, a lot.
Yeah, I do.
Anyway I'm off to sleep.
I'm interested in getting to know new people. People who will help me be a better person. People who will allow me to walk with them and we will discover new insights in that community.
dang if this isn't the toughest thing I've ever done.
Today as Lauralea's piano was moved out of the house, and late tonight as I packed up my office and left for the last time, leave me feeling ill, and so sad.
Of course it's not the things, rather it's what those things represent.
Piano lessons, and singing and remembering how long Lauralea prayed for that piano.
And the people I've met and grown to love as we have met to pray and share life in my office.
I guess it's also a solid reminder that the kids are moving on with their lives too. Less and less will they be a part of our lives. And because of this work that we do, there is little chance they will ever live in the same town we will live in. That's hard.
Tomorrow the moving trucks come and we will take the next step.
It's just a little tricky for now is all.
Take, Lord, and receive
my entire will,
everything I have and call my own.
You gave me all these gifts,
and to you I return them.
Dispose of them entirely according to your will.
Give me only your love and your grace.
This is all I ask.
And its a beautiful day out there, Autumn in all it's glory.
I am getting a bit grumpy about the house I guess. I REALLY wanted and maybe even needed it to sell before we moved, but since that is in four days, my faith fails a bit. In spite of that, I feel held.
Tomorrow is the funeral I am doing here. I think I am ready for it, but my office is upside down. I probably have about five or six hours of hard work in here that I need to do, then more packing at home.
And, tonight difficult news comes of a friend I've been pastoring here. He has recieved news that his time is short, and he wants to see me. I will make arrangements to be there on the weekend.
Yeah, it's all just a sort of dark brown colour around here.
It's nearly 9 pm. I need to head home.
Kinda takes your breath away.
And we found out that the person who was doing a second viewing on the house, hadn't come to view. And that the individual who was going to give us an offer last night, didn't.
And, today, before 9, I was back at the office, trying hard to get my head around prep work for the funeral on Thursday.
And the kids are slowly leaving for school.
And Johanna and Nate who planned to stay for the week to help us pack and get ready to move, have to wait till we know what we are doing on any given day to help us pack stuff.
It's all very gross I am afraid.
Here but not here. There but not there. Moving but not, home owners but not. Working but not, packing but not.
Connie has been a part of things at Gateway for all these years I've been there, and so I shall serve her and the church one more time.
But I'll start that tomorrow. Today we are off to Saskatoon for Thanksgiving, to spend time with our family.
Have a good one, and if you have a holiday today, do something fun eh?
I'm at the office again this morning, after being here three hours late last night. I'm trying to learn what to say tomorrow morning, my last Sunday sharing worship with these people who have become friends and family to us.
I suppose it's good that I don't have anything to say. It's not like I've been saving something to unload on them now that I'm leaving. Its not like I have ever stopped from saying anything I ever felt like I needed to tell them over the years.
So here I am, having said everything I ever felt I needed to say to them, with nothing to say.
A part of me wants to remind them of the great gift the local church is. Oh yes, it can at moments be total crap, but it is still a part of the body of the most high God, the temple in which he dwells. He gives it life by his very presence. We should probably esteem it more simply because it is the place the living God lives in.
A part of me wants to remind them how far they have come and how much they have changed, but I'll probably just start blubbering.
So, I've been waiting, and now the time is nearly here.
Perhaps it is fitting, though a little melodramatic, to use the last words of Henry Ward Beecher, an evangelist, who said as he was leaving this world, "Now comes the mystery."
I wonder, what comes next.
It'll be fun.
In some ways it's them I will miss the most.
Gotta go practice my putting...
Nope. Only three kids availible to go, and that was still good, except that the minigolf place closed down 6 months ago.
So the kids went to a friends house, Lauralea went home to sleep, and I'm at the office doing some work.
Happy Friday Night all.
I was impressed yesterday to hear that:
"The International Monetary Fund said Thursday that Canada will lead the G7 in economic growth next year and avoid a recession. Shortly after that the World Economic Forum, a Geneva-based independent think-tank, released a report saying Canada has the world's soundest banking system. Canada's biggest trading partner, the United States, ranked 40th in the world for the soundness of its financial system, behind countries like the Barbados and Namibia."
What have we been doing right?
Well done, whoever has been causing us to be in this position at this time.
And a few are struggling with sickness, cancer being the primary disease. I'm leaving them with a prayer and a hope. I don't know if our parting is permanent, and none of us address that lingering question.
For each of them my leaving brings discomfort and concern. Not necessarily for what I give them on a daily or weekly basis, but for what I bring them as they enter their final days. My presence offers them comfort in death somehow. A pastor to pray with them and someone to bury them become a primary need at this point, and I am withdrawing from that work.
But the are gracious to me. They've mentioned these needs before, but for now they silence their concerns and bless me. I say my goodbyes, probably for the last time, and I leave with more tears in my eyes.
That is why I hate saying good bye.
It kept snowing for days and nights and by Sunday morning I couldn't get out of my driveway. In fact, even the streets were mostly impassible.
The snow stayed all winter then. Boy it was a long one.
Hope that there are no plans for that reoccuring this weekend.
This is the kind of October I love. Long and warm and inviting.
Love the Bob.
I had coffee today with my friend Dennis, who is the Chaplain up at the hospital. It was he who created the on call chaplain work that a few of us were invited to be a part of, and that was about nine years ago.
I sat with him and we talked and remembered and did old guy talking stuff. I started to express my gratitude for being a part of that group, and how it helped me be a better pastor in trauma situations, which it has. I began reflecting on the hundreds of different faces of the people with the stories I had met over nine years of being called to the hospital in emergency situations.
And I remembered so many of them, and their faces, I remember their faces.
The 14 year old girl who found her dad killing himself. The six year old boy whose father had died previously, and who was in a roll over accident with his mom and landed beside her dead body where he hid till help arrived. The wife who found her lifeless husband in the driveway with the shovel in his hand. The guy who loved to play basketball for his high school team, and that night making a drive for the basket fell to the ground unconscious who was dead before he got to the hospital. The couple who were dancing the night away and he fell to the ground grasping his chest, dying in her arms. The lost little kids whose mom was brought in not feeling well and who died before the day was over. The guy who hit a moose on the road and was able to talk to me but couldn't feel his legs who died a week later as a result of his injuries. The two families who gathered at the hospital with both loosing kids. One the family of the drunk kid who drove head first into another vehicle with teens in it and three were dead. A doctors teenaged son is found in a car wreck on a lonely dirt road early in the morning and the doctor can't do anything to make his boy live. A young couple months into their pregnancy gave birth to a very premature baby who died and they were grieving and asked me to come and I held the little girl in the palm of my hand. One young lady who was so distraught at the death of her mother that she tried to kill herself and the RCMP called me in and I was able to comfort her and talk her off the ledge and they took us to the hospital. The young guy the ambulance brought in from an accident who I was able to talk with clearly who died while I was there.
They all were people with lives and activities, and their lives came to an abrupt halt. I seem to remember their expressions and lost looks.
Over the years I learned that people are who they are in life and death. Impending death does not change a hard heart. It doesn't make them willing to do anything. I've also learned that just because they are conscious now and awake and clear and feeling not too bad right now, does not mean they won't be dead within the hour. And I've learned that for some people it is a comfort and blessing to have someone, even a stranger, pray for you or the one you love, as they leave this world for the next.
I was surprised, as I drank coffee with my friend, that those stories and images were still there. They were quickly accessible, like they reside close to the surface of my memory.
And that's ok. It reminds me to pray, and it instructs me in how to live and how to die.
So here's to all the nurses, doctors and hospice workers, police, fire and emergency workers out there who regularly see this stuff. I hope you have places and friends who help you process this stuff.
And for the rest of us, may there always be someone to mourn when the number of days allotted to us completed.
Our first year of marriage. Our first home, a trailer. Our first kitchen table.
Well, none of it was ours actually. Truth be told it all belonged to other people.
Many things have changed, but she still has the most beautiful adventurous eyes.
Today I am working on my last official week here at Gateway, and Lauralea is at home weeping.
Itâ€™s just life, really. Well, life and death.
And death, though itâ€™s avoided at all costs, can be an amazingly beautiful time.
Just look out the window.
This morning as I sat in a stall in A&W taking care of business, little did I know the strange direction my life was about to take.
The guy who was standing at the stall when I entered the toilet, began to sing. Yes really. Sing.
He reached down deep and pulled an old blues song up from out of his depths, while he stood there, peeing.
He had a deep voice, but I honestly was distracted by the fact that I was sitting on the toilet, and he knew that, and he was standing at a urinal, draining his bladder, singing the blues.
I suppressed a laugh, trying to take care of my own concerns. After quite a long time, he came to the end of his song. A big, loud finish.
A few squeaks of laughter nearly slipped past my lips.
And then, it got worse. Out of nowhere, Harmonica noise filled the Toilet. Yes, thatâ€™s what I said, harmonica.
Loud, soulful harmonies rose above the noise of the fan, while he stood there, peeing.
I donâ€™t know how he played it so well, because he was covering it somehow, and shaking his uh, hands, creating a vibrato with the harmonica. I mean I would think he needed one hand to, well to aim if Iâ€™m honest about it. Where did he get enough hands to play harmonica too.
It was just a very surreal moment, and I covered my laughter with my hands.
And after standing too long at the urinal, singing and playing the blues, he zipped up his pants, and without washing his hands, said in a deep Elvis tone; â€œThank you. Thank you very much.â€
12 meetings in a day and a half, so I am blessedly tired. The stories have been amazing and the opportunities to pray are humbling. I head home tired but full.
Next up, our final week at Gateway Covenant Church.
God is here and it's good. It'll be a good day.
Oh and I ate porriage for breakfast. So I must be middle aged.
A part of my contribution is over, and it looks like a great group of young leaders to meet with.
In a while I will start meeting with those who want some of my time. I'm looking forward to that.
But I'm feeling a bit off. My head hurts and I want to throw up, but I haven't really eaten anything yet.
Oh and miracle of miracles, there seems to be an open WiFi signal in here.
Course I'm here to listen, so don't expect returned emails very soon.
Peace to you today. The kind of peace that there is out here, in the pines on the edge of the Rocky Mountains.
If you need someone to pray or think positive thoughts about you,
:) for the more mystical of you...
just shoot a note to my mobile there at the bottom of the page and I'll pray while I drive.
This I can do.
and, it's free.
I confess that tonight I am tired.
Trying to do too much I think, without a break. Looking forward to what I get to offer this weekend, but the journey there is long. Figuratively as well as literally.
I hope the house sells soon. I hope it doesnâ€™t snow before we move. I hope the kids are well. I hope the drive tomorrow goes well. I hope it gets easier to say farewell. I hope all the tests come back ok. I hopeâ€¦
Of course, hope deferred makes the heart sick.
I donâ€™t wish to be heartsick.
So Iâ€™m heading to bed for a bit. In five hours I hope to be up and on the road.
Iâ€™ve mentioned before that there is at least one more Randall Friesen here in this city I live in, and itâ€™s been fun to get to know him and his wife a bit over the years. He is a surgeon and works up at the hospital.
Heâ€™s a good guy and a generous person, but his home number is unlisted so occasionally I have received in the mail a note of thanks or a receipt for a gift heâ€™s given some organization or another. Usually I get those pieces of mail to him to read and appreciate. Iâ€™m ok with being misunderstood as being him. But I usually clarify that I am the Rev. Randall Friesen, not the Dr. Randall Friesen and when Heâ€™s is done with the people, then I get them.
Well, this morning I was up at the Hospital for some tests they wanted to do on me and I was running a little late so I handed in the papers at the desk and took my place in a line of chairs that many people already were waiting in. I was a bit grumpy because the line wasnâ€™t moving that quickly and only one or two were called as we waited.
Then my name was called, and I hopped up and went through the doors to where my name was called from.
The pretty smiling attendant handed me a small plastic jar and she told me where to go to fill it. I looked at it with unbelieving eyes and said: â€œThis is all weâ€™ve got? I havenâ€™t gone all night you know.â€
She grinned back and without loosing a beat replied: â€œYou know thatâ€™s all weâ€™ve got.â€
Well, by then I was near to exploding so I didnâ€™t mess around. I went in to the tiny room and made things happen.
Sheâ€™s very friendly, I thought as I was in there. I prefer that to grumpy unfriendly guy anytime.
I exited the little room and she told me to have a seat for the blood work they needed. I bravely sat down and she started taking vials out of me and made a comment to which I made a quick reply. Then she said â€œI guess youâ€™re use to giving the orders instead.â€
And then it dawned on me, she thought I was the good Dr. Randall Friesen rather than who I really am. I smiled and explained to her who I was, and I told her the old joke between Randy and myself to which she dutifully laughed. She asked me about the church as she tried to get my mind off the blood pouring out of me and we had a good chat.
Quickly we were done and she smiled and wished me well.
I returned through the waiting area and saw a few of the same people still sitting there and it dawned on me, probably not but I wondered if my good name had moved things along so expeditiously.
I may have to send Randy a thank you note for the use of his name, again.
The love being shared with us these final days is quite enjoyable. It's cool to be loved, always.
And, after another serious supper tonight, I'm ok with the fast I need to be on till tomorrow. I am not in any way hungry.
Now I'm in prep mode. I am doing some Spiritual Direction at a leadership retreat in Calgary this weekend. Friday very early, I'll leave to be there by noon.
And, as it happens the Roughriders are playing in Calgary Friday night.