Morning after.

Last night was Jan's classical concert. This is to benefit the Junior Class and is held annually each spring. I was turning pages for my friend Janna, but we would've gone anyway. Turn-out is never anticipated to be very high, but last night seemed unusually low. Oh well. The music was very nice.

Zachary has accepted a challenging role in Sabbath School as of yesterday. Jan has found herself way too busy with preparations and has asked Zachary to take on the task of telling the story to go along with the lesson for the day. This is done in Indonesian. Zachary received his first story Friday night and had only until the next morning to be prepared. He did an excellent job, so I'm told. He's preparing now for next week, and with an entire week to practice he'll surely do great! We're so proud of his language skills. Several weeks ago he gave a brief testimony in Sabbath School about talking about religious things with my dad. I sure wish I could've heard, but it was something they just did in class and had volunteers come forward. There was no way to know it was going to happen, and I'm shocked and yet proud of Zachary standing up and speaking.

Jason is getting to be such a handful, but in a good way. We've been able to regularly attend Sabbath School for the past several weeks, and he's getting more and more excited each week. He runs around the house all morning trying to get everyone dressed and out the door, even at 7am! When we finally get to church he runs up to greet all his friends, and then he heads for the supply cupboards to pull out all the felts and toys for the program. Quite an enthusiastic fellow. When the program gets a bit slow in parts (Cradle Roll is combined with Tiny Tots here, so there are moments when things drag for the younger kids) Jason provides the entertainment. Yesterday he was jumping, climbing on chairs, singing, and flying like an airplane. Everyone was laughing and taking his picture, so my efforts to calm him down and restore discipline were a bit thwarted. For all the craziness his business causes me sometimes, I wouldn't have it any other way!

Another thing: When one of the little ones got fussy in Sabbath School, Jason would say, "Baby crying. Baby sad." Then he'd run over and give them a "Big hud (hug)", and say, "Baby happy!". Precious!

Eric is making a flight this morning. Somebody died. The last three Sundays that Eric has had to fly it has been to haul a corpse. It's amazing the money people shell out for the dead! I know in the States it's no better what with expensive coffins, flower arrangements, funerals, etc. It's just so unnecessary. I wonder where that all originated?

Anyway, Zachary's taken Jason out to the hangar so I can get breakfast on the table. Obviously I'm not doing that, so I better run.

Stay tuned...