Is Not This The Fast That I Have Chosen?

So, it's official. The funds are in place, the vacation time is approved, the gallbladder is out, and some of my supplies are purchased. I'm going on my first mission trip in May. Consider this the first entry in my "journal."

Until I return, one of the staples of my daily routine will be removed so that I can spend more time with the Lord in spiritual preparation - Internet discussion boards. Not that I spend a LOT of time on discussion boards, but it does tend to make it harder to focus on what's going on in the real world, and for the next few months, I need to focus, especially spiritually.

As I was considering my decision tonight, I was wondering what exactly I was going to do to fill the time I would normally spend talking to people I mostly don't know (except we've been arguing theology for so long that it's hard not to think of some of these people as friends). Isaiah 58:6 came to mind, and so I guess I'll start off with just meditating on that and seeing where God wants to take me from there.

Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet,
and shew my people their transgression,
and the house of Jacob their sins.

Yet they seek me daily, and delight to know my ways,
as a nation that did righteousness,
and forsook not the ordinance of their God:
they ask of me the ordinances of justice;
they take delight in approaching to God.

Wherefore have we fasted, say they, and thou seest not?
wherefore have we afflicted our soul, and thou takest no knowledge?
Behold, in the day of your fast ye find pleasure,
and exact all your labours.

Behold, ye fast for strife and debate,
and to smite with the fist of wickedness:
ye shall not fast as ye do this day,
to make your voice to be heard on high.

Is it such a fast that I have chosen?
a day for a man to afflict his soul?
is it to bow down his head as a bulrush,
and to spread sackcloth and ashes under him?
wilt thou call this a fast, and an acceptable day to the LORD?

Is not this the fast that I have chosen?
to loose the bands of wickedness,
to undo the heavy burdens,
and to let the oppressed go free,
and that ye break every yoke?

Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry,
and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house?
when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him;
and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?

Then shall thy light break forth as the morning,
and thine health shall spring forth speedily:
and thy righteousness shall go before thee;
the glory of the LORD shall be thy rereward.

Then shalt thou call, and the LORD shall answer;
thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am.
If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke,
the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity;

And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry,
and satisfy the afflicted soul;
then shall thy light rise in obscurity,
and thy darkness be as the noonday:

And the LORD shall guide thee continually,
and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones:
and thou shalt be like a watered garden,
and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.

And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places:
thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations;
and thou shalt be called,
The repairer of the breach,
The restorer of paths to dwell in.

If thou turn away thy foot from the sabbath,
from doing thy pleasure on my holy day;
and call the sabbath a delight,
the holy of the LORD, honourable;
and shalt honour him, not doing thine own ways,
nor finding thine own pleasure,
nor speaking thine own words:

Then shalt thou delight thyself in the LORD;
and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth,
and feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father:
for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it.

The Coolest Ever AWANA Grand Prix Spacecraft

To give credit where credit is due, I did enlist my husband's skills for a couple of critical parts of the design. The weights and the wheels. Because he's a not quite pathological (yet) obsessive-compulsive maniac like me, I knew they'd be perfect.

Adding weight . . .



Checking wheel clearance . . .



Faithful helper . . .



Checking alignment and spin . . .



All done . . .



Never did find a moose to pilot my craft, and the race is Wednesday. If I enter the same car again in the future, you can be sure I'll find a moose before the next race, though.

All But The Wheels

Well, that wasn't too bad. It even came out kind of like I envisioned. I still hope to find a Bullwinkle figure to pilot my spacecraft, but I think I've found a suitable substitute just in case I can't. Here are a few photos to document the building of the best Grand Prix car ever.

When you don't have a band saw . . . .


Cutting out the finer details . . . .


Amputation of the pilot's legs . . . .


Checking the height to make sure it's within specs . . . .


Painting. How do you like the dainty hold on the wood combined with the death grip on the paintbrush?


Halfway there . . . .


Wa La . . . .



Wheels and weight and it's all done.

So! You Wanna Build an AWANA Grand Prix Car?

I'm NOT saying this is how you should do it. In fact, I'm probably jumping in way over my head with this first design, but what have I got to loose? It's only a race. Right?

So, considering that Bullwinkle has been my nickname since I was a toddler . . . AND . . . considering that my Internet presence is all about mooses . . . I decided to stay with the theme and design my car loosely based on this graphic that I collected sometime long ago in my Internet journeying.



Here is my rough drawing on the pine block.



I'll try to find a little Bullwinkle figure to pilot my spacecraft in the next week or so.

Stay tuned.