What an AWESOME Weekend!

Greetings and what's-it! I'm still recovering from the recent weekend. That's to say I'm already missing the people who came to visit and can't wait till I can see them again. Certain friends of mine from Patrick Henry College had the opportunity to record a CD (they were a singing ensemble "Free Indeed") in Elizabeth City, NC, and needed a place to stay. Well, hey! A Moss is not a Moss if the floor is not more comfortable than his bed when there's the possibility of having guests over. As it worked out, the group stayed with families in my church and graced us with their voices during and after worship on Sunday--a most wonderful and God-honoring experience. After church on Sunday we had a congregational meal in order to facilitate some fellowship time before the students had to head back up to northern Virginia. I was thrilled no end when some of them took me up on my families offer to have some activity at our house before the ride back. We played ping-pong for a while, and then all mozeyed over to the local soccer field and had a rousing game of Ultimate Frisbee in the most inconsistant windy conditions. Even with the wind we had an awesome time and there were some truly amazing plays made. To the best of my knowledge, all the students (and those intimately associated with the group) made it back safely to the college. I hope to mingle and mix with them again soon, possibly at graduation, Lord-willing. I'm not normally melancholy, but dashed if I don't miss those people terribly.

Spring...forward...dash it!

One goes to sleep. The dreamy overcomes one and slumber ensues. Rest accrued. All that sort of bally thing. Good for the soul, what? Then, the blasted alarm goes off--A WHOLE HOUR EARLY! One jumps out of bed; one throws the requisite slipper at the offending machinery. The bally thing refuses to cease and desist, and so, belatedly, one applies the firm hand to the disturber of peace and quiet. Why? Why this racket at such an indecent hour? Why this insanity? All thanks to you, Carolus Linnaeus. Just because you couldn't sleep when the sun came stealing through the curtains, you decided to foist on the unsuspecting public this...this... Words fail. The old vocab. can't stand the test. This Thing. Now, thanks to you, glasses of unspeakable contents are raised in the hopes of forcing conciousness on a resisting frame. All humanity recoils. It revolts. Rebellion ensues. What is the upshot? The blighted upshot is that the nation stands divided. Divided I tell you! Over this issue of when one gets up in the morning from the first Sunday of April to the last Sunday of October. Alaska, Hawaii, Arizona, and various rebels (bless them) elsewhere have clung to the sheets and pillow. Our nation calls on us to act. "What can we do," say you. "Ah hah!" say I, "I have the answer." As culture spread from the East to the West, or was it West to East? Whatever the direction, the point is, it spread. Enlightenment, Reformation, and chocolate covered coffee beans have all moved with progress. The answer is to flow with reason and ebb with sound judgement. In short--join the rest of the world in blissful disobservance of the blight upon humanity of this so-called Daylight Savings Time. If some odd bean wishes still to rise and fall with the sun, I would be the last to dissuade. However, I'd be the first to explain that his actions should in no way invalidate mine. In conclusion, join the movement of progress and exert your rights--sleep in with purpose!