Greek

Right now, in Greek, I can tell whether a word is a verb, noun, adjective, adverb, preposition, article, or participle. The tense, voice, mood, number, gender, case, function is a completely different matter. I still need Machen for that sometimes, but am slooooowly getting faster. But, if I have Machen, the Bible, Dad, and this dictionary, I can put sentences into pseudo-English. (Pseudo-English is a sentence like this: "The Lord saving of the apostles was being cast down by the persecuting ruler the men in the temple." Things like that make perfect sense in Greek.)

But Dad says by the end of going through Lesson 20 in Machen, whoever does that knows ALL the grammar that shows up a lot. I also type in Greek somewhere around one word per minute because of all the nutty accents and breathings. (They have five accents and breathings--an iota subscript (it goes under the iota for who-knows-why other than to show the dative case), an acute accent, a grave accent (basically the same as the acute except for which way it points), the circumflex (which is a little curvy squiggle thingy), the smooth breathing (which exists for the sole purpose of baffling beginning Greek students), and the rough breathing (which makes an "h" sound).

(Everything comes from the Greeks. Tell Dad any word at all (even "komono") and he can tell you what word it comes from in Greek. And, they were writing philosophy when everybody else was inventing popped corn and building pyramids and figuring out new ways to confuzzle archaeologists.)

Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real

Pretty

Mom made me a new skirt out of this fabric:

 (It's actually fabric for baby quilts. I got some of the fabric with the animals and stuff on it for a quilt.)

Happy

My cousin Sarah had a baby! Her name is normal, but they have a different spelling than normal, and I can never remember how to spell it. (Addilyne? Adaline? Something like that.) She's the one for whom I made this quilt:

Funny

One of our prayers for Good Friday read, "...we humbly pray You graciously to regard Your servants, especially [name], our Queen/King; [name], the Governor General; [name], the Prime Minister the Parliament; the governments of this province, and all who have authority over us..." We live in America. (But should pray for Queen Elizabeth and co. anyway.)

Real

Good Friday is my favorite fast day. Easter is my favorite holiday.

(Fast day = a day that's mournful and some people (like Roman Catholics) don't eat meat or dairy on.

Holiday = a day in the church year where something important other than a death happens, like the Annunciation.)

(If you don't know what the Annunciation is, don't look on Wikipedia because sometimes it fails epicaly with Christianity. Look on Catholic Encyclopedia online because they're thmart.)

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The New Pope

The new pope has been elected! (This is the first Big World-wide Church Deal that I remember distinctly during my life. So it's exciting. Normally this is stuff I read about in Eusebius, but never really happens.)

Here's the article: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/03/14/world/europe/cardinals-elect-new-pope.html?_r=0

And Veith says this: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/geneveith/2013/03/the-mother-of-all-lock-ins/

(Once I saw a Pope's finger in an art museum when I was about five. I knew it was a relic, and that the lady who bowed in front of it was trying to knock off time in Purgatory, but knew that I shouldn't do it. And I don't know to whom the finger belonged.)

(And I am most emphatically Lutheran, but do know a lot about the Roman Catholic church. Because the Lutherans split from the Catholics, so I figured I should know about Roman Catholic theology. But I don't agree with it all.)

My First Online Quilting Project

I've never done an online link-up quilty thing before, but have wanted to, but none of them ever looked very fun. But I did find one that looked great. It's here: http://www.diaryofaquilter.com/. (Go here for all the links in the thing so far: http://www.diaryofaquilter.com/p/the-virtual-quilting-bee.html). I'm going to do it out of whatever we already have, if possible, because I'm too cheap to buy fabric frequently.

Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real

Pretty

I made two more quilts. They're both for two little old ladies at church who have been sick for the past couple months.

Happy

I have new curtains! And I made them all by myself. They're from this fabric.

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The Crazy Stuff That Goes On Around Our House

I'm a pastor's kid, which means that I have to remember the names of about 150 people are without asking too much. (And most of the people are either related to each other, white haired old people, or both.) (About half of the people in church are cousins either by birth or marriage. About half of the non-related people are shut-ins, don't go out much in the winter because it's cold, or migrate to Florida like birds when it's cold. That gives me plenty of time to forget their names.)

Around church, I acolyte, altar guild, help with Confirmation, sew quilts for LWR, visit people with Dad, take messages, relay messages, and get to chase salesmen away with the magic words, "Actually, this is a parsonage, so we'd have to ask the church council." (And then have to explain what a parsonage is.)

Confirmation class is the goofiest thing that I've helped with. There are five people taking it between the ages of seven and twelve. (Two others hang around because their older brother takes it.) Normally, it goes something like this:

3:00--Dad and I get to the church.
3:15--Kid 1 arrives. He asks if we have the treasure box today. I say to ask Dad.
3:20--Kids 2 and 3 arrive. They start playing ball with Kid 1. (Once, they managed to smash a light-bulb. I'm not sure how they managed it because the light bulb was on a window ledge behind a Christmas tree.)
3:25--Kid 4, his grandma (who helps, too), little sister, and little brother arrive. The little brother asks, "What are you doing?" really excitedly. He does that even when I'm just standing there waiting for Dad to tell me what to do.
3:30--Kid 5 arrives. Dad starts corralling the kids to the table. We sing, pray, and Dad starts teaching the lesson. Kid 1 asks questions about everything from "When did Abraham live?" to "When are we eating?"
4:15--We eat. (Popcorn, lemonade, and cookies.) At least four spills are required to take place in this time. (I'm getting skilled at wielding paper towels.)
4:45--Dad tests memory work. Most people remember it after the third try.
5:15--We sing, sometimes have the treasure box. The treasure box currently has sticky reptiles and amphibians, jelly slugs, paper airplane kits, ice-cream poppers, and stuff like that. (Somehow, Kid 1 got a jelly slug stuck to a beam. He tried to get it down, then I tried, then got Kid 2, who's three inches taller than I, who did manage to get it down.)

The thing that makes it goofy is Kid 1, who asks questions all the time. He needs to go read an encyclopedia. A lot of them are good questions (like "How do we know the Bible tells the truth?") and some are off topic (like "How does popcorn pop?"). But the kid never gets all the questions answered because half-way through the explanation, he asks another one. (He also falls out of chairs. I have no idea how, but one minute he's sitting in a chair and the next he's lying on the floor.)

The Confirmation class kids really like it when we do something around the church, like set up for Communion or burn palm leaves or fill candles. (Dad told me to tell about the candle oil and the first thing I said was, "DO NOT DRINK THIS! It is not water! You drink it and you die!" Then Kid 1 asked why, and what we'd do if he did drink it, and Dad said, "Make you throw up then call the ambulance." Then had to explain how to make somebody throw up. Nobody drank the candle oil.) Last Wednesday, the kids helped me with the altar guilding for Ash Wednesday. They put up purple paraments, new hymn numbers (even the four year old helped), filled candles, mixed ash with olive oil and put crosses on each other's foreheads, filled Communion cups, tried wafers (they taste like Styrophom when fresh and are even worse when stale), learned about why there are five crosses on the fair linen (the cloth that's on top of the altar; it has five crosses for the five wounds Jesus had), looked at the button that turns the sound system on, and learned about the Divine Service. (And were told the story about the time Martin Luther spilled some consecrated wine on the floor and so licked it up.) That was a full and pretty smooth class. It hardly ever happens.

Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real

Pretty

As of Christmas, this was my whole stack of fabric that wasn't stuffed in a plastic scrap bag. It's really pretty to have a stack of fabric that was unwrinkled and not cut into tiny pieces.

Happy

Arane looooooves to read. When we visited over Christmas, I read to her before we went to church on Sunday. She sat there for about half an hour looking at pictures.

Real

It's a Greek Bible! (Mom took these pictures.) Grandma and Grandpa sent it to me for my birthday. And the print is SO BIG! I'm used to wondering whether that splodg in ακήκοα is an accent, a breathing, a blot of ink, a stain, or my imagination. (It's an accent.) That's because Machen (the guy who wrote my Greek book) writes really long, hard sentences out of his head in miniscule print. The Nestle-Adland people put really long, hard sentences in the Bible in massive print.

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