One Last Thing...?

This blog has been put on hold while we get ready to head off to Togo for a few months.  There will be lots of pictures and stories to read on the 5 Cent Mission blog in the coming weeks.  Subscribe there if you want to receive updates.


While I may have been absent, there has still been lots going on.  I'll update with photos, since my stories aren't that exciting to read!




This book - it was good to read.  A look at how men need to be more passionate about God and about what they do, whatever it is.

Somewhere in the busy time of Christmas Santa made a visit.

And we were able to wait in hope for the birth of Christ.

Advent candles

A league championship was won.  The minor peewee boys had an UNDEFEATED season!  Great work by the coaches and excellent teamwork by the kids!  A season to remember.

I prepped and painted our living room with a morph!

Brother KP, the black morph

The old guys hockey team got some love, too!  New uniforms from a very generous sponsor.  Now we look better than we actually play!

The HN Canadians new kit.  

This was the last time I used my snow blower.  It got mad at me, caught fire and burned.  Flames were shooting out the hole of the rubber primer button.  Flames were shooting out of everywhere!  I dragged it ablaze into the backyard and buried the flaming mass under a pile of snow.  I was so annoyed at the time, but now I have made peace with it and can laugh at the situation.

Farewell, brave Toro.

It's dead.

We had an Easter dinner with my wife's side of the family.  There were 47 people in attendance.  Good thing there were a few that didn't show up!  I had to get a picture of the little coat rack in the front hallway.  I think it was whimpering when I walked past it.  These weren't even all the coats, we had to start another pile on a table in the front room because the coats kept falling off the top of the stack.

1 coat rack, 8 hooks, 27 coats.
Yep, we can make it work.

Oh, one more thing...

Since we're going to West Africa, I thought this quote was fitting.  Some think we are brave, but we are not.  Others think we are crazy.  That; perhaps.  Others want to go somewhere and do something, but are afraid... or 'tied down'... or too busy... or not skilled

If you feel called...

                    Just go.