Morning Thanks

Garrison Keillor once said we'd all be better off if we all started the day by giving thanks for just one thing. I'll try.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Saturday morning catch--Carnes, IA

What do I know about Carnes, IA?  

Great specialty pizza place, best pizza in Siouxland.

Home of good friend Helene Hengeveld Rietema, a place where her father had a Casey's or Kum-n-Go before anybody else even thought of such a marketing concept.

Place where a man who was being excommunicated for hitting the bottle far too often actually showed up in church for his dismissal, if we can believe Sietze Buning (see "Excommunication").

Long gone church now, a place where my grandfather preached 100 years ago, filling the pulpit whilst visiting his parents in Orange City.  Pa and Ma and seminarian son drove the wagon to Carnes, where son preached. They returned to OC, and Pa died that night, having spent his last Sabbath afternoon hearing his boy open the Word.

And this morning, a spot in an emerald green world where the sun made a kind of obligatory appearance, long enough to bring out the greens that could hardly be more intense.

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