I have the privilege of starting each day with a walk down a long sidewalk right beside the playgrounds of our Weekday Children’s Ministry. The children all wave and say hello, the older ones calling out “Hey, Pastor Caren.” Some of them don’t quite understand the Pastor part, so they call me Mister Caren. It doesn’t matter; I answer them all with a cheery hello. It starts my day right. It makes me feel loved and that is worth its weight in gold.
What does one wear to a Buddhist temple? That’s the question I faced Sunday when I decided to visit one with a friend. I thought about wearing my hippie-ish skirt, but nixed it and went for jeans. The website said to come comfortable.
Dash is a fun little guy, though he may not think of himself as little.
Is your next pet waiting at the animal shelter?
The Pekingese dogs were sacred in ancient China and could only be owned by royalty. Bella seems to somehow know that.
Fred and I ate at an Ethiopian restaurant, The Red Sea, in Charlotte on Monday night. My son has traveled throughout all of Africa and has told us he enjoyed eating in Ethiopia. This is the closest Fred and I will probably ever come to tasting a bit of Ethiopian and Eritrean culture.