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What an 8-day week this is – more good to great stuff than one often finds in a couple months!  It starts with Palm Sunday, one of my favorite annual celebrations.  Then comes our Maundy (Holy) Thursday Journey to the Cross at noon and in the evening (check out the virtual experience here and then make plans to join the live-better-than-virtual experience today:  https://www.stl-eastpointe.org/2022/04/04/welcome-to-journey-to-the-cross/).

Holy Week and Easter are such a special time that I am still glowing with an emotional high nearly a week later.  It is partially the nearly 400 people who worshiped with us on Easter (when you add together Sunrise, Festival, and 144 online views) – the most we have had in a single day since before the pandemic.

Monica and I became responsible for the Hetzner cottage sometime around 1993.  My father was called home in January of 1991, and we worked with my mother at keeping it open the next couple years (with the help of a particular up-north neighbor).  The year we became its stewards we started keeping a “cottage journal” of its annual usage.  The first line, dated June 3, 1993, reads, “Mark pulls in at about 2:00 a.m. with the charge of opening the cottage by himself.”  At the age of 40 I certainly had more energy than I do now (leaving home at 11:30 p.m. for a 2½ -hour drive after what likely had been a very long day of work), but the wisdom I have since gained (or, at least, that I think I have gained) far outweighs the energy lost.

It first happened (or so it seemed) this past Saturday in Ann Arbor. In fact, it happened twice – once when I parked and again when we were looking for the car. Someday someone else may tell you how a friend, the police, and family members saved me.