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Good Morning Nanty Glo!
Monday, December 10 2001

Thanks, Netscape

This is the latest writing time in the nearly a year now that I've been doing a new Jonal page every day or, more often, every night. It's almost 12 midnight as I begin, two hours after when I usually try to send it out, and here I am only in the first paragraph!

But it's for a good reason. I've spent the whole weekend (all my "personal" time of it, that is) working on solving the Front Page problems described on Friday. Friday evening and Saturday were wasted, as I worked on an exciting new look that worked on my own computer but, when I moved it into the server (online), it didn't work at all. Today, I looked through my files and found a template that seemed easier than the others and, by using a combination of DreamWeaver and HomeSite (two of the most powerful webpage applications), with fiver or six hours of fiddling, I was able to make it work. It's simple, but to me, at least, is beautiful. It's sort of "my baby," and at this point I'm about that pleased to show it off. So click "home" (you should be able to do it by clicking the logo atop this page) when you're done reading this.

So I have no deep thought to share from my own cranium. But I'll venture to say that this should work on Netscape as well as Internet Explorer (HomeSite should have indicated an error if it won't work on both, and it seemed to have no errors). But I won't know for sure until I get to the office on Monday and run it there.

For all those who've spent material for new pages in recent days, and changes to class pages and such, please accept my apologies for not catching up as yet. But I'll be more motivated now.

And as on the previous time when I had no thought of my own to share, I'm attaching an extra long and special "inspiration" to this letter. This one is especially appropriate for this time of year, and was sent by my brother, Bob.

Webmaster Jon Kennedy

The book on Getting Older (second in a series)


Chapter 2: Signs of Menopause

1. You sell your home heating system at a yard sale.
2. Your husband jokes that instead of buying a wood stove, he is using you to heat the family room this winter. Rather than just saying you are not amused, you shoot him.
3. You have to write post-it notes with your kids' names on them.
4. The Phenobarbital dose that wiped out the Heaven's Gate Cult gives you four hours of decent rest.
5. You change your underwear after every sneeze.
6. You're on so much estrogen that you take your Brownie troop on a field trip to Chippendales "

—Sent by Mike Harrison

Advent thought for the day

The Tablecloth

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc. and on Dec 18, were ahead of schedule and just about finished.

On Dec. 19 a terrible tempest—a driving rainstorm—hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the nave, just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor and, not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home.

On the way, he noticed that a local business was having a flea market-type sale for charity, so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful handmade, ivory-colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors, and a cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.

By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.

Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria. The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war, she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. She was captured, sent to prison, and never saw her husband or her home again.

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she insisted that he keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home, thinking that was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was in Brooklyn only for the day, for a housecleaning job.

What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasnít leaving.

The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war, and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike? He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years since.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island, where he had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the womanís apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.

True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid. Who says God does not work in mysterious ways. I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today. To guide you and protect you as you go along your way.... His love is always with you, His promises are true, And when we give Him all our cares you know He will see us through. So when the road youíre traveling on seems difficult at best, Just remember Iím here praying, and God will do the rest. Pass this on to those you want God to bless.

Sent by Bob Kennedy

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