3:16

March 16, three sixteen, reminds me of my favorite Bible verse, John 3:16.

We baptized about 25 yesterday, including 20 at our children’s baptism service last night. The watering trough we use to baptize in this service sprang a leak last night. Fortunately, duct tape, towels, and a trash can saved the day. Methodists don’t have these kinds of troubles.

Quasquicentennial. That’s the word I’ve been looking for. This month Second turned 124 years old. Next March marks year 125. I knew there had to be an official name for this particular anniversary. I brought the subject up last night at Peking House. Within 60 seconds, Greg House had found it on our ever-present, albeit not always accurate, friend Wikipedia. He typed in the word “anniversary” and voila! there it was. Quasquicentennial is an impressive word, don’t you think? It sounds like squash, and reminds me of Sasquatch. I can’t find it in my Webster Dictionary, but I’m pressing ahead with faith in Wikipedia on this one.

I offered the dedicatory prayer at our Victory Garden Saturday. This was not the first time I had prayed over dirt, but it was the first time I had ever prayed over that black stuff they had covered the field with, if you know what I mean.