Tempest: A Journey Continued
Why a "journey continued?" If you recall when Sherry and I arrived, just days later a storm hit and blew out our high speed and power to the region. The high-speed took over a week to get back up. Then lest we forget the episode with the Florenceville steeple; I shan't go on!
Last night was hot, at least 32C. I went over to the Florenceville church for the Eucharist for the Feast of St. Laurence, melting along the way. The skies were darkening and it was clear that the predictions were correct... a storm was to come.
On the Coast, storms were not uncommon, high winds and blowing snow, but quite honestly without tall trees there was no threat but for foolish drivers and those on the water.
Last night, yet again, a storm hit. As I preached on the merits of Martyrdom (yes merits indeed!), the doors slammed shut and made the ladies in the congregation jump. The lights went out and I joked about how Jesus said be not afraid in the midst of storms; so we continued in candle light. They all mentioned how beautiful it was and as we exited the church it was clear that more than just a gust of wind had passed us by.
The street was strewn with branches. I imagined that this was all. When I drove toward the house I saw a large maple, in front of Marjorie McCain's house, spliced in half.
Then I ran into Allison and Casey, walking their dog, and they mentioned my neighbour, and a tree at the park and how it looked like it was sawed in two:
The neighbour lost her front porch! She was lucky it wasn't her house. She left her home well, but shaken just moments after I took this picture last night:
Hummmm... what a year so far: what a month! This trend is scary. Is it global warming or is it just me? I do have a blog, so I must be an egoist, therefore I guess my vanity can push it to being all my fault. My arrival has coincided with so many storms. Believe me, all jesting aside, some think I may be a jinx.
So in memory of this summer of storms and the wild time we are to have, we have named the puppy-girl: Tempest.
Last night was hot, at least 32C. I went over to the Florenceville church for the Eucharist for the Feast of St. Laurence, melting along the way. The skies were darkening and it was clear that the predictions were correct... a storm was to come.
On the Coast, storms were not uncommon, high winds and blowing snow, but quite honestly without tall trees there was no threat but for foolish drivers and those on the water.
Last night, yet again, a storm hit. As I preached on the merits of Martyrdom (yes merits indeed!), the doors slammed shut and made the ladies in the congregation jump. The lights went out and I joked about how Jesus said be not afraid in the midst of storms; so we continued in candle light. They all mentioned how beautiful it was and as we exited the church it was clear that more than just a gust of wind had passed us by.
The street was strewn with branches. I imagined that this was all. When I drove toward the house I saw a large maple, in front of Marjorie McCain's house, spliced in half.
Then I ran into Allison and Casey, walking their dog, and they mentioned my neighbour, and a tree at the park and how it looked like it was sawed in two:
The neighbour lost her front porch! She was lucky it wasn't her house. She left her home well, but shaken just moments after I took this picture last night:
Hummmm... what a year so far: what a month! This trend is scary. Is it global warming or is it just me? I do have a blog, so I must be an egoist, therefore I guess my vanity can push it to being all my fault. My arrival has coincided with so many storms. Believe me, all jesting aside, some think I may be a jinx.
So in memory of this summer of storms and the wild time we are to have, we have named the puppy-girl: Tempest.
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