Wet Month

This last week has really ripped by... really busy. As a result, there are several things I could write about, but I'll hold it down to a relative few.

We are making history here in the bay area. According to the TV weather people, this month (ready with that drum roll...) will be the wettest in March in history, at least in terms of number of days with rain. In SF the record was 23 days in 1904. Yesterday tied that record, and today or tomorrow will set a new one. To boot, April will start wet as well. At least the hills will stay green a little longer this spring.

Virginia started her new job with the Antioch PD Monday, and she really likes it so far. She has been impressed with the professionalism and efficiency of the department as well as her supervisor's management style. Part of her orientation to the department is to spend time with other sections. One day she was with the dispatchers for 2 hours; she also did ride along and witnessed an arrest for a burglary. The software she'll be working with is pretty complex, but she's excited about the learning process. Now, if she would just get over that cough that keeps hanging on.

Lots of others have been blogging about the Nancy Grace show last night on the minister's shooting death in TN, so I won't say too much. In a way it's sad, because for so many in our culture suggestion and perception = reality, and too many count on the media for their perceptions. In a way, the strident history of at least some of our fellowship seems to be providing a brush with which to paint us all... really too bad. I guess I'm grateful for at least a couple of things: I'm grateful that Rubel Shelley was our spokesperson (and shudder to think what that show might have been like with some from our fellowship); I'm also grateful for this new challenge to embody Jesus to those around us. Live graciously...