As in the Days of Noe

One-word-weather: WET.  This was emphasized and punctuated during the "unboring" night with thunderclaps, lightning, and the periodic deluge.  Behind us lie many days of rain, and many more lie as far ahead as the weather prophets can see (which seems to be quite a ways).  As I early this morning splashed along the sidewalk contemplating the water all about me, who should come to mind but Noah....something like "and as in the days of Noe, so shall the coming of the Son of man be". (Matt. 24:37)  Signs are pointing to the fact that that day is near---certainly nearer than ever before.  "Noah, moved with fear, prepared an ark to the saving of his house," which example we cannot do better than to emulate.  God gave him specific directions for his building, and I thought it wise to ensure that my ark-building instructions are fully received and implemented as well.

I told you last time about our visit to the hospital to visit 19-year-old LiJin and his mother, a brand new believer, still not understanding much.   Frank did his best to lead LiJin to the Lord..... just one opportunity, and we little thought  as he prayed that he would so soon be in eternity.  For the Lord chose not to heal him of the leukemia, and now dear babe-in-Christ- Sis. Wang will be needing much prayer support, as naturally she looked for healing of the body.

We thought pictures would be nice (actual photos of sunshine) but the computer has stubbornly disagreed with this viewpoint.  We humbly defer to it, until such time as it deigns to relent.  And, no, we're still not finished moving into "Lighthouse".  Maybe we need a launch to load our luggage, and float off through the storm toward the "lighthouse" on the other shore?

A burst of excitement disturbed this tranquil evening.  Frank had carefully prepared beef jerky and oranges for the men's prayer meeting, and placed them in a bag with one brother's new umbrella, (forgotten at our place). The stage was set for disaster as he placed them on the floor conveniently near the door.  Along come two dutiful youth and gather up the trash,  waiting by the door.  You guessed it..... bye and bye, Frank's bag showed up missing!  Aiya!  Consternation and rushing of three of us downstairs to check the communal garbage ensued.  Nary a trace.  We return for equipment, and armed with a small flashlight, umbrella, and my glasses, Annelisa and I set off determinedly to the rescue.  I succeed in forcing the lock and opening the doors, so we can get in to peer into and prod the yucky garbage. Just then a horn blares and a fine Audi pulls up beside us and the door is flung open preparatory to giving these lousy garbage-pickers a generous peice of their minds.  We are too intent on our prize to heed them, and the yell freezes in their flabbergasted throats as they behold.....foreigners!!  Well, of course America's economy is bad, but had it come to this?!  They stared in horrified silence as we probed with an umbrella handle, until at last we were forced to concede that one of the garbage-pickers perenially waiting in the wings had beat us to the spoils!  I hope someone needy benefitted;  I know some Audi owners did.