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Another picture from the Congress on Evanglism -- a little cognative dissonance here for some, but it causes me to wonder. Where would Jesus really be found in today's world? We really put God in a box -- one with a steeple and pews and don't see God where God is.

There was a saying we used to use in CPE: Remember when you get to a room, you are not bringing God into the room -- God's already there. Can God be here, too?

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RevGals (and BlogPals) at the Congress on Evangelism. This is Gavo, JNorm and Beth Quick. I cannot tell you how much fun we had. I think the bloggers had more fun than anyone else at the convention. Even though it was the first time most of us met F2F, it was like we had known each other for a long long time. There just was a sweet Spirit in the place. We can have a lot of ideological differences, but in person a lot of the differences seemed to disappear.

Maybe that's the mystery of the Incarnation in a nutshell. A Spirit of love and real relationship.

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LIttle Kitty is now 18 years old and slowing down. She sleeps all the time -- or so it seems. She loves the back of the sofa and the top of the chair in the living room. I love this little cat. I've loved all my cats, but some tug at different places in my heart. This little one has always been very small and very smart. The word "fiesty" comes to mind frequently. But I know she's an old lady cat. I don't even try to guess at cat years anymore.

And I don't want to lose her. I know that she is not going to live forever; maybe another year or two, but she's getting slower in her movements and her fur is getting that "old cat" feel to it. I cried at an Aricept commercial today; I would do almost anything to have my grandmother or mother puttering around in the kitchen.

So I'm dreading the loss. It's like pressing on a bruise to see if it still hurts.

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The aftermath. Presents still to deliver; fluff on the floor. Christmas for us lasts until January 6th -- until the Magi come. Yet I don't even get into Christmas until way after Christmas Day. I suppose it's because for years Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are only second to Holy Week and Easter in stress levels. So for the next few days, I'll be in that spirit -- and I won't want to take anything down.

What else do I hang onto and why do I wait so long to engage into things? Questions to think on and ponder.