Christmas dinner was great, too. One of the best things about it is that there were five adults in the house, and we all pitched in a fair share to both the preparation and the cleaning. Sharing the load made it a non-stressful experience, and one we could all enjoy. I have recently discovered that fresh green beans are 10,000 times better than canned, and 1,000,000 times better than frozen, so I made that, as well as my usual cranberry gelatin salad for my contribution.
In the afternoon, we played Upwords, our new game that my uncle and aunt sent us. We then decided to try out the exercise video I got for one of my grandmothers, which involved moving half the furniture out of the living room so we could have enough space for all five of us, and then lots of walking in place, side-steps, kicks, and lifting of 1-lb. weights. It was fun, and it probably spared us from a few of the extra calories of Christmas dinner, but I think I strained the muscles in the arch of my foot. I was dumb and did the workout barefoot, because I was too lazy to go put on my Nikes. :( As evening wore on, we ate leftovers, listened to Christmas music, and lazed around a bit. I got a chance to hop online and browse LJ and chat with solusfides.
All in all, a great day.
And this morning I came across a verse in Bible class that I had not really noticed before (considering the number of years I've been studying the Bible, that has become a pretty rare thing for me, especially since it’s a verse from one of the Gospels), which seemed to capture much of the spiritual significance of Christmas. It’s from Zechariah’s song to the Lord after he was released from his muteness upon the birth of his son, John the Baptist:
"And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him, to give his people the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins, because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace."
Now, I have a few new communities I would like to recommend to any interested parties.
The first is mostlystetson, a community for Stetson alumni and friends from the late Fidesnet forum—or anyone else who is interested in hanging out on LJ with us. Mainly, I wanted to let my Stetson friends who might not have seen the post solusfides made about this comm know it was there.
Perhaps of somewhat wider appeal is errant_saints, a community for Christians who may be experiencing struggles, doubts, ennui, or feelings of not-quite-fitting-in. Here is a bit from the userinfo:
This is a community for all those who have set out on a journey to seek Christ, yet have somehow become lost along the way. This is a place for the tired and weary to share their frustrations, pains, and experiences with others who have lost sight of which path to walk down.
connielane and buongiornodaisy, I want to especially encourage you to check out this community, but anyone who is interested in the comm is also welcome. I particularly want to point out this recent entry.
Last, but not least, I have new icons that I want to show off.
First, this is a pic of me from the play I was in last spring:
Second, this is the first of three icons created at my request by solusfides. This one uses a line from my favorite psalm, Psalm 63:
Third, I had Jon make me an anti-abortion icon, which I am going to show off in prolife, and I’ll tell the story behind it over there. After I write the entry, I’ll edit in a link to it, for those of you who may be interested in looking at that one. ETA: Entry is here. [/edit]
Fourth, my favorite, is an icon using pictures of my beautiful cat, whose name is Strider (after Aragron’s nickname, for those few of you who aren’t adequately LOTR-crazed to know). Long gone is the 7-pound, half-a-year-old kitten I took home from the Humane Society a year and a half ago, and in his place is a gigantic, broad-shouldered, big-boned, fluffy, fifteen-pound brute (though still a playful and affectionate brute). Honestly, I should have named him Hagrid; he looks too big to be allowed. He’s not fat, either—just BIG. The last time Tanya visited, she said she thought he was part British Short-hair—a very stocky, muscular breed—and perhaps a bit of Russian Blue, because he has a thick double coat. I don’t know what he is, but I think he’s gorgeous, and he’s a wonderful cat. This icon is my tribute to him.
Isn’t it fabulous? Thanks again, Jon!
Anyway, I will be posting the answers to the Christmas games from my last entry tonight. I also have a Harry Potter riddle that I put on the “Who Am I?” thread at FAP a week or two ago, which I will share with you in my next entry. (The answer’s already been posted over there, so I’m putting you guys on the honor system not to cheat. Don’t disappoint me! :P)