Sunday in Two Stanzas: First-Adante

We knew Sunday was going to be a fairly pretty day, so Jon suggested we head to the ranch for church. We left later in the morning and bounced our way up Hansell Road to the Upper Place for a sermon on the mount. 

This first one is actually a later pic, but it makes for a good header photo. 

Following Jon. There appear to be a great many little trees that need thinned! Jon had been up here since fall, there were still spots of snow here and there, and tire tracks. We did converse with a couple who drove in to walk around while we were there.

 We walked around just a bit before settling down to Acts and a recorded sermon from 2010. It was a Wednesday night lesson by Brett Meader from Athey Creek. 

Steve and I are not as familiar with this teacher. He reminded us a great deal of one from the Athena church, Dan. Bunny trails and obscure bits of interest were dropped here and there while Brett shared from Acts. It appears it also takes him a while to get through a chapter or book! It was also a good choice for today. This odd virus has sometimes choked hope, yet there is a LOT of hope. Death isn't final and life is hidden inside. We were surrounded by awakening life. Pine cones who hold seeds of tomorrow, crazy buntings (probably Lazuli) who were briefly interested in Jon's Bronco, parasitical ticks who cling and suck life from others (Like Simon the magician), and high flying hawks playing in thermals. What a blessing to be reminded of hope in this time of paying close attention to where the head leads us. Facts, numbers, dying, and fear are all over. The heart leads us to One who is more. The lesson didn't have music, but I'll end this particular post with one that was a favorite when the boys were littles.