Church, Singing, Flying

I went to Bertha's old church (which is Beachy Amish) on Sunday.
Our very own Joe Mast preached a very good sermon with the text "We do not well" from 2 Kings 7:9. In Kings, it relates to the lepers who had not yet shared the good news of the departed army with the city (take a look at the passage to fill in the details). It may be applied to our lives when we do not share the Gospel with others who are spiritually needy.

Carol and I went to Miss Sharp's for the noon meal. There was a fellow there with his wife, and he/they used to go to Oregon every other week on trucking business. He knew some people whose parents live across the Big Muddy from me, but somehow he didn't know the Smuckers.
Bertha's sister Darlene (who worked in Oregon this past summer) picked up Carol and I and gave us a tour of their home farm. She then took us to a youth singing at the bishop's house. She gave us some rather shocking information about the Amish in the area — I might make a separate post about that topic.

I took some form of respiratory illness that day, but enjoyed the singing nonetheless.
We returned on Monday. Not the greatest time, given the mixture of plugged ears and pressure changes with altitude. Makes one thankful for regular health.