Reformed heritage in emerging-missional church

I read a helpful post today on TallSkinnyKiwi's blog about the influence of reformed theology within the emerging church. Check it out.

New Glass

As promised, here is the latest installment from my glassblowing class. I picked it up last Wednesday on the way to the airport with Somer (it takes 2-3 days to cool in the annealer). As I said before, the tumbler itself is nothing spectacular...BUT...I think the red handle saves it. I really like the color (it's hard to tell how the color will turn out before it cools - it was in powder form before heating, and then when it's heated it glows dull red/orange). I think it works really well with the clear tumbler.

Camden is waiting for me

My friend Julian from London City Mission sent me this picture. It gives you a little insight into our future home. I especially like the "Charity Muggers" sign...I figure that's British for "Support Raising Missionary", so I'll fit right in when we arrive.

Weekend with Daddy

This weekend it's just me, Andi, and Jodie. Somer's visiting her sister in San Francisco. The girls are surviving...mostly. In the mornings the girls tend to come into our room and play or watch TV until we wake up. Yesterday morning I discovered that they had given their teddy bears hair cuts (again)...but then last night I saw a chunk of blonde hair on the floor. Thing is, their bears have black hair...the only one with blonde hair is Andi.
We went to the mall tonight with some World Harvest friends - their kids had gotten free passes for the carousel. I rode in the spinning cup with Andi and Jodie...they loved it (I did not like all the spinning, but loved having fun with them).
I've also taken advantage of Somer's absence to make things I can't make when she's around - like playdough for the girls (makes her gag) and tacos.

The perfect size

Call it beginner's luck...not only did I blow the best drinking glass in the class, but the glass is the perfect size - holding exactly 12 oz of one's favorite beverage.
I only had to endure the wrath of the rest of my classmates for about 40 minutes, though, because that's how long it took me to blow my second drinking glass this past Saturday, and prove that I really have no idea what I'm doing. I'll post a picture of that one as soon as our camera returns from San Francisco with Somer.

Glass Pieces

I feel a little like my children when they run up to me after school holding their latest pictures. "Look what I made for you, Daddy!" They're always so excited.
Well, so am I. These are the first two pieces from my glass-blowing class. Hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy my kids' art.