A little journey through this topsy-turvy journey of joys and sorrows and hopes and dreams with plenty of grace from God along the way.

It was evidently on this date in 1846, that a man named Elias Howe Jr. was granted the patent for the sewing machine that would impact homes and factories ever since. I will be the first to admit that I have no earthly idea how to use one myself, but I admire those who do. It seems to require patience, precision, the keenest eye, and a flare of creativity…none of which are in my personal wheelhouse even with all the Holy Spirit assistance. Nevertheless, for those who are not only capable, but thrive off such a craft, they very much help the rest of us ensure that our daily living can go on as normal. Now, of the few I have seen over the years, there is one sewing machine I remember the most.

In recent weeks, many of our Divinity family received an email from someone who insisted they were a certain pastor and needed prompt assistance with gift cards to improve…whatever sob story was given. Granted, this isn’t the first time for us. And such a scam is making its rounds amongst nearby ELCA congregations and other communities of faith and well…pretty much anywhere is fair game. Of course, on the church office front, we do our best to reinforce the reality that we would never request financial or any other similar form of assistance through electronic means; or to always contact us directly if you’re ever unsure. Then again, that won’t stop others from still doing their best to improving the tale to hopefully reel in some of the more compassionate and always-willing-to-help-out-at-all-possible-costs people around.

This Saturday, August 30, the usual fanatic-level-attention will start being paid to Columbus, where over 100,000 people will flock to a stadium built to appear as if it was the Roman Colosseum itself right here in Ohio. In its over century-long history, the “Horseshoe” has gone through its fair share of renovations to keep up with the growing popularity of collegiate football, and more touch-ups are expected to be on the horizon as the sport continues to soar in financial success (for better or worse). One most prominent figure who will be in attendance could very well be one of the reasons why the Ohio State Buckeyes and hundreds of other programs across the country have benefited tremendously in the last three decades especially.

As we are only a few houses down from one end of our street, there’s a traffic signal bringing vehicles to a halt before giving their occupants the green light to go on about their day. Every once in a while, there will be quite a few car horns unleashed that can be easily heard through our open widows: some of the blaring is in a staccato-like (short and detached) fashion; others are more long and drawn out, which makes me wonder if it’s even going to work the next time the driver wants to use it. Now, I’m obviously not setting up shop at the end of our block to take notes in some unscientific attempt to psychologically analyze human beings in their respective vehicles as to what all the fuss is about.

Last week, I noticed this rather immense collection of cars in the parking lots around the Methodist church just down the road from our home. It wasn’t on a weekend though. So, something was obviously amiss. All I saw was this little sign at one of the entrances: “Celebrating Methodist Missions in Ohio, Korea, and Beyond.” That seemed like an…interesting connection to be made with a country nearly 7,000 miles away. So, of course, that led to some internet researching: