
1. [pl] windings or convolutions, as of a stream
2. ornamental patterns of winding or crisscrossing lines
3. aimless wandering; rambling
Faith, hope and love are invisible traits. We cannot see them. We cannot touch them. We cannot taste them.
Many of the most important values in life are intangible like that.
We cannot take the size of compassion.
We cannot gauge courage.
We cannot evaluate ecstasy.
We cannot frame friendliness.
We cannot weigh grace.
We cannot take the dimensions of happiness.
We cannot survey honesty.
We cannot quantify innocence.
We cannot figure joy.
We cannot calculate maturity.
We cannot compute passion.
We cannot value serenity.
We cannot assess thankfulness.
We cannot quantify understanding.
We cannot appraise unselfishness
We cannot measure wisdom.
Even God is invisible. Jesus has long ago left this earth for his reign in heaven.
But Jesus left us something that we can touch, that we can taste. This cup and this crust are tangible reminders of God's great love, of Jesus' sacrificial death and resurrection, of the presence of the Holy Spirit in our lives.
Touch. Taste. Remember.
Here is last Sunday's sermon in a new Adobe format. Click the upper right hand arrow to see a larger version.

I was listening to NPR yesterday and heard this wonderfully inspiring story:
President-elect Barack Obama will be the first black president to live in the White House — but not the first black person.
Slaves helped construct the building. Black men and women worked in the White House as servers, cooks and maids, sometimes as property of U.S. presidents. Until recently, almost all the White House butlers were black. Lynwood Westray, who spent 32 years as a part-time butler in the White House, was part of that tradition.
He served eight presidents, starting with John F. Kennedy, before leaving the White House in 1994.
When reflecting on his fondest memory, Westray talks about a time in 1979 when Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip visited the White House. After dinner, Prince Philip went into the Red Room, next to the state dining room. Westray and his buddy were serving liquor. Westray says he was carrying the tray and glasses.
"The prince was in there by himself, which was odd, because everybody else had gone down to the other end of the building," Westray says. "I said, 'Your Majesty, would you care for a cordial?' He says, 'I'll take one if you let me serve it.' What do you do? I didn't do all that because I had the stuff in my hand. And he says, 'If you let me pour it, I'll have one with you.'
"... So he poured it, the one he wanted, and we took the same thing that he had. And we had our drink there together and had a little talk while we were there. He told us if we were ever over there in London to stop at Buckingham Palace and see him. Can you imagine the prince serving you? I enjoyed it. You know, we're not supposed to drink and carry on at that time. We're not guests. It was just the three of us in the room, so nobody knew what happened. And I drank my little cordial, we all drank, and had a little conversation. But that was one thing I'll never forget, having been served by royalty." (All Things Considered, January 15, 2009)
Here it is December 30, and the temperature rose to 59 degrees! That meant it was time for a winter bike ride! I took my favorite road - Old Franfort Pike - which is a scenic highway because of the lovely horse farms on both sides. Even in winter, they were breath-taking. Stopped in Frankfort and ate lunch at a strip mall Chinese place. The buffet was reasonable and good. Then I got my fortune cookie, which said, "Stop searching for happiness. It's right next to you."
I am reading Jupiter's Travels just now and found this lovely quote on page176:
"I am learning, as I make my way through my first continent, that it is remarkably easy to do things, and much more frightening to contemplate them."
Preparations for Christmas are fraught with danger. Our minister of music has a wonderful Christmas drama planned for Sunday, December 21. Fortunately, I prevented disaster when I caught this line printed in the script for the day:
"Can this be a sign, a glimmer of hope, a portent of some great comic event, that will bring comfort to a despairing people?"
Yes, the best way to cheer up despairing people is to plan a "great comic event!" Or maybe a great cosmic one.

Today we left by 7 a.m. Can you believe it? We got the whole crew up and ready to go for a long day of Maine sight-seeing. It was 51 degrees, so it was a chilly morning

Today we made the final jaunt into Maine. I just want you to know that Sarah has spent the entire trip sitting on the RV couch with a blanket over her feet looking out the window and working cryptograms. She
thinks that is the only way to travel.
We left at 9:20 today bidding Carol and Ralph a sad farewell. They had to get a replacement tire for the flat they had on the trailer and then they were heading off on their own for awhile.
The roads for the past two days have been limited access roads that have avoided cities, so we have mostly just seen wooded areas by the road. Not a lot of scenery lately.
Last night the temperature dropped quickly when the sun went down. It got down to 51 degrees which felt very cold.
We stopped at a rest stop in Massachusetts which has a sign posted that said, "No urinating against the building. Video surveillance in progress." So we decided to use the inside toilets instead.
Somewhere along the way we got a phone call from Carol. She said, "Make reservations for six for dinner tonight." We are not sure who talked who into what, but they decided they wanted to come on to Maine
after all. We were all glad.
We drove through Connecticut. Check.
We drove through Massachusetts. Check.
We drove through New Hampshire. Check.
And at 12:09 we crossed the bridge over the Piscatagua River into Maine! CHECK! After 37 years of married life off and on, I finally took Sarah to Maine. Check.
Everything in Maine looks like Maine. The trees look like Maine trees. The rocks look like Maine rocks. The flowers look like Maine flowers. The sky looks like Maine sky. The water looks like Maine water.
The welcome sign said, "Welcome to Maine. The way life should be." And I guess it is. Two miles further down the road we saw another sign that said, "Maine-a good place to visit; a good place to stay."
Around Portland we saw lots of tidal flats at very low tide. Wonderful sights. I suspect they have a six foot tide here.
We saw a couple of interesting signs on the local roads. One said, "Caution: Blind child." The other said, "Frost heave."
We arrived at the Blueberry Pond Campground about 1:30. Then we settled in, had lunch, napped and waited for Carol and Ralph.
As soon as they arrived we headed off to see Freeport. The lady who manages the campground recommended a place down by the harbor to get fresh lobster. They have their own boats. So we headed for Harraseeket Lunch and Lobster where we had lobster. Here we were our first day ever in Maine and we were having "Lobster Delight" for dinner. Darl, Carol and Ralph had fried shrimp and seafood instead.
Pat was the resident expert on how to eat a lobster.
Quite frankly, it was a messy experience! It reminded me a great deal of trying to eat blue crab at Harris Crab House on my Chesapeake trip. I have now vowed never to eat crab or lobster ever again. But hey, I
have had the experience!
Then we headed for downtown Freeport and the L.L. Bean store. We spent the rest of the evening shopping around downtown.
Back at the camper, it was decided that we will take the car to Bar Harbor tomorrow - a three hour drive. So we will be leaving at 7, taking the quickest route there and the coast route back.
So ends day five.