Salt water and Hepa filters.

This thanksgiving was a lot different than last year. My parents are homeless - meaning that they have been living in a trailer at a campground since April. It's very weird driving up to a camp office where if it is pass a certain hour there is no one to let me in.
It turned out that there was no room for me to stay at the trailer because my sister has infiltrated the homestead again until she pays back her student loans. This sent me to my grandparents house where bread is amply buttered and the 6 o'clock news is as exciting as the anticipated 2nd coming of Christ.
I was there for three days of discussion around broken pelvis's, hip replacements, and current knitting patterns.
This may be one of the first years where I sat quietly and reflected on the fact that I have no reason to complain. Everyone around me loves me with more love than I deserve.

The King.

I started reading a book the other day called "Velvet Elvis" by Rob Bell. I haven't made it much past the first 40 pages have been the epilogue before I put it down to actually think about what he was saying. His writing is rather non cohesive so if you wander off in your own mind you may even have to re read what is in front of you.
What forced me to think upon was the whole idea of people continuing to be so "up in arms" about the fact that Christianity is changing and may possibly mean something different to someone else. I think it is great that people come alive in different ways. It represents all of mankinds obvious diversity.
I have never quite understood why there are so many misunderstandings of the Christian faith between other believers. This book has definitely made me think before I open up my mouth.