Quiet Time

I was reading in The Bible the other day about a prophecy regarding a great contest expected to take place in about the year 2011. 
The prophecy read something about how God had ordained the outcome of a contest watched by the entire world whereby a race of giant men covered in green with yellow markings and cages on their heads surrounded by people wearing dairy products triumphed in something called The Great Bowl XLV over a tribe from the east who were all dressed in black and were surrounded by a wild an unwashed group of people waving rags. 
After the contest was over, darkness covered the face of the earth over all the area of the tribe from the east but the sun shined bright over the land of the tribe from the west. So bright, in fact, that the ice and snow melted and the land was eternally freed from the ice prison that held it until now. There was rejoicing in the land of the green men but there was bitterness, weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth in the land of the black covered men. God was happy for the green men and sad for the black covered men, but he saw that His work was good and that justice had been done. 
He then turned the following year to smite a tribe called Vikings.
 
I can’t remember the reference but I’m sure I read it in Isaiah.  What do you suppose it means?

Random Thoughts

These are the things on my mind today:

Is a male receptionist called a "receptioner?"

Somebody left a stack of post-its on the counter in the copy room and wrote "Take me," on each pad. I added "Please."

Tonight is our last Bible Study for Alpha. It's bitter sweet. A stunted period of thought and growth.

Even though now that my dad is retired he'll probably be easier to get ahold of, it seems very strange that he's not an instant message away anymore. Again, bitter sweet.

What the crap happened to my best friend? I haven't heard from her since mid-August.

I got smiled at by three people on my way in to the building this morning. Great big, "Glad you're here!" smiles. Made me wonder if I had something stuck to my face.

I am SO ready for Thanksgiving. I think it's my all-time favorite holiday.

I dreamt that I drove off of a cliff the other night. I woke up before my car hit the water. Terrifying.


Random thoughts are sweet,
but not as sweet as you, dear--
my list of cookies.

It is Finished!

Dad,
Congratulations on a job well done.
I am proud of you for the way you have always sought God in your professional life, and even more proud of you for your exciting future.
I pray that God will bring you many more great things.
I love you very much.
There is more to say, but words escape me. My heart swells with pride when I tell people about you.
Congratulations on your retirement.
Love,
Richard and Erin

p.s. GET OVER HERE, so we can celebrate!