Feast preparation is in full swing - we’re working 24/7 from now until October 6th. We breathe Feast. We eat Feast. When we sleep at night, we dream Feast. It truely is amazing. This is when we see the very best and the very worst of the people we work with every day. Malcolm (our executive director) keeps telling the staff - and it’s so true - that we can do everything right and have a very “successful” Feast, but if we don’t have our hearts right (especially towards one another), it doesn’t count for anything. If we aren’t pure in motive and action, this whole big Feast is a waste of time. I’d say that applies to everything in life.
Our roles at the Feast are pretty much the same as in years past - I am working projection, and Franklin is in charge of the financial side of the Feast. This means that I have the best seat in the house, and Franklin has to sit locked up in a small room with no windows for the duration of the Feast. Last year I was in a panic the whole time about the projection, worried that things would technically fall apart at any moment, or that the people in charge wouldn’t like the way things were done. I can feel that panic trying to get me again this year. If you have a minute to pray for me, I sure would appreciate it.
Franklin seems to be dealing with Feast pressure beautifully. He shaved his head yesterday, so if he feels like pulling his hair out, I can’t tell. He’s in bed, sleeping like a brick as I write this. Hey, what happened to the days when he was an early riser, and I got to lay in bed a little bit longer?
And, of course, it’s wonderful having Mom here - and not just because of the blow-pops. She keeps us sane. She’s been volunteering at the Embassy for the past few days. At first they had her doing arts and crafts for the children’s program (I hope you’re laughing. We sure were.), but then they decided that she would be of more use in Registration (and anyway, her colored macaroni didn’t look as good as everyone else’s). Now she’s as exhausted at the end of the day as we are (but at least she isn’t coming home with magic marker all over her hands anymore).
We are so looking forward to seeing those of you who are coming for the feast - hooray! Hurry up and get here!












