Well, friends, I am very tired, after hours and hours of hard manual labor on my new website. Nothing like poring over little black text in white boxes to make a guy tired (notepad).

I hope you will like my website, after I'm done with it. I promise it will be a lot better. I promise. I promise I will get a lot more pictures on my "friends" page. If you want to be posted on my friends page, I will gladly do it for a small fee.

Yesterday was a good day. 5 youth were baptized at our church Ken preached an incredible sermon. I wish I could remember more of it now. In the afternoon Uncle Jesse's were over for lunch. Jesse's are in a pickle. Loren just left to teach at Catlett. David went to NY for several months. Kelvin, who just got married, was just diagnosed with Mono. That leaves a very small force to milk there huge herd of moomoos and do all their chores, and now corn chopping is upon them. I hope they don't drop dead through it all.

I passed out tracts with our youth in the afternoon. It troubles me how we pass out tracts, stepping silently on to porches and quietly placing a tract in the door, then slipping away. This has been our custom for over 25 years. I knocked on several doors to try to talk to someone. I got to talk to one man. He was very nice. I didn't know what to say. He took my tract, and I left. I wished I had something intelligent to say to him. There is a way to do this. But I always worry that people will hate me for knocking on their doors. They will never respond to someone "peddling" religion. I don't know. I'm reading Pippert's "out of the salt shaker and into the world" now, and it seems very promising.