Wesley has now figured out how to climb up into his highchair. With the right clothing (pants that aren’t too restrictive), he can get his leg up and into the highchair. I think it’s about time we move him from a highchair to a booster.
Cheese
Pop goes the Wesley
Baby Tucher
Due date: 11/11/10
Calls come, but not enough
This last week, Tuesday and Wednesday specifically, both of the seminaries had their vicarage assignment and candidate placement services. Unfortunately, assignments and calls were not enough. At Concordia Theological Seminary, it was said that there were a few vicarage-eligible men that did not receive a vicarage assignment. This is not too terrible, as these men may petition for a delayed vicarage. The most grievous fact is that there are approximately 30 men who, having completed their studies, having met all their requirements, and having been certified by the faculty, did not receive a call into the Office of Holy Ministry. Of 60 eligible men from CTSFW, 21 did not receive a placement. Lord willing, that will change and change soon.
On Friday, April 30, Rev. Matthew Harrison, Executive Director of LCMS World Relief and Human Care (and God willing, future president of The LC-MS), preached at CTSFW. The sermon is only 6:40 in length, but I think a very well-preached sermon. To listen to it, check out his blog here.
Drive to DOXOLOGY –1, Jared – 0
Yesterday began my trek to Allenspark, CO for the first of three DOXOLOGY events. I followed the directions that MapQuest gave me. Unfortunately, that will be the last time I follow MapQuest as it led me about 90 minutes out of my way because it failed to tell me one all-important turn to make.
Driving around and around and around, I finally stopped in a sporting goods store to purchase a GPS because I was beyond lost and quite frankly, I’m not even sure I could have found my way back to where I just got off from. They had one unit and was way more than what I wanted to spend. (As a side note, I stopped in Walmart real quick Sunday morning and thought about buying a GPS “just in case”, but decided against it, thinking I would be ok. Bad idea.)
I found a Walmart and ran in and purchased me a TomTom XL 325•SE. It’s not the top of the line, but it got the job done. With “Samantha’s” help (the name of the female voice), I made it to my destination at Saint Malo Catholic Retreat, Conference & Spiritual Center. I started my trip at 9:30 am and arrived at 6:03 pm. What should have taken me 6 hours, 3 minutes according to MapQuest, took me 8 hours, 30 minutes.
I made it just in time for dinner, rather frazzled to say the least. I got my stuff, ate, threw my computer in my room and went out to the car to get the rest of my stuff.
The weather here is kinda nice. I ran out to the car this morning to get something out of it and found the car covered in snow. Yes, COVERED in snow. If I’m outside later, I’ll try to snap a picture of the car.
That’s all for now. I’ll be posting a review of DOXOLOGY once I return to Gillette (or I may make some smaller post each night, don’t know).
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss, till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
How pale Thou art with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy face now languish
That once was bright as morn!
Grim death, with cruel rigor,
Hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor,
Thy strength, in this sad strife.
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
And grant to me Thy grace.
My Shepherd, now receive me;
My Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me,
O Source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me
With words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me
To heav’nly joys above.
What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love for Thee.
My Savior, be Thou near me
When death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me,
Forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish,
O leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish
By virtue of Thine own!
Be Thou my consolation,
My shield, when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion
When my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee,
Upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfold Thee.
Who dieth thus dies well.
My Song Is Love Unknown
1. My song is love unknown,
My Savior’s love to me,
Love to the loveless shown
That they might lovely be.
Oh, who am I
That for my sake
My Lord should take
Frail flesh and die?
2. He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know.
But, oh, my friend,
My friend indeed,
Who at my need
His life did spend!
3. Sometimes they strew His way
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King.
Then “Crucify!”
Is all their breath,
And for His death
They thirst and cry.
4. Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight.
Sweet injuries!
Yet they at these
Themselves displease
And ’gainst Him rise.
5. They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The Prince of Life they slay.
Yet cheerful He
To suff’ring goes
That He His foes
From thence might free.
6. In life no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have;
In death no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heav’n was His home
But mine the tomb
Wherein He lay.
7. Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine!
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my friend,
In whose sweet praise
I all my days
Could gladly spend!
Haircut: 2-16-10
Daddy and me working
"Me and Daddy hard at work."