Mike Tremblay's Weblog

At AGF's (www.agfnh.net) Sunday Celebration we talked about the cross, the triumphal entry into Jerusalem, the palms, the resurrection. When I speak of these things, the images of being at church with palm branches flash in my mind. I remember as a kid getting a palm branch and bringing it home watching it turn from green to brown in a matter of weeks. The ritual of giving palm branches continued on in my life even when I led churches as their pastor years later. This year was a bit different. My dear wife created a large vine wreath with decorations and laid it on the counter placing 3 candles inside (2 purple either side of a white one) with red, white and puple ribbons streaming down the front. And ... she placed on it's left side a single palm branch. I was able to use it as an illustration during my morning talk. The cries of the Jews saying "Hosanna" and placing the palms on the road as the King rode the donkey into the city were a picture of worship to the nati

Woke to a cool dry morning and drove family to destinations, visited with a neighbor then Kathy and I got ready to drive to Bristol for her ladies gathering at AGF at 10am. As we went outdoors the cool dry morning was now changed to a snowy, windy colder late morning. It's nearly noon now and the snow seemingly is ready to turn to rain. I am reminded that we are in Northern New England. Weather we can't control, mind input we can. As I write, I am at a public diner where I had a nice breakfast and I'm still sipping coffee. There is activity all over the place here. People coming and going, oldies playing on the radio, phones ringing and even a bit ago some of the staff were chasing a loose dog around (who was finally lured into the office by the owner!). In similiar situations like this, I recall times when people and conversations I heard could cause my mind to wander ... drift toward unhealthy thinking for a Christ-follower. Paul exhorted the Philippian believers to "