Monday, August 20, 2007


Obstacle Course:

And...here they go!


Memory Verse (Eph. 2:8)
God Always Answers Prayer!

("Yes," "Wait," or "No")

Game Time.
The Races Are on -- Water Balloons!


The Winning Team for the Week


Chooses Prizes

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

A HOUSE OR A HOME?

A house or a home, now what shall we build,
With helpers so eager, and carpenters skilled?
Plans have been drawn, our family to suit,
As hopes keep on growing, with timelines acute!

Now off to the dealer, where orders are filled,
The lumber to use will be skillfully milled;
Preparing…now doing, it’s all a great task,
To see our needs met, we’ve just had to ask!

Now nails we’ll buy, and studding, for sure,
Check on our samples, and read a brochure;
We’ll also soon buy our roofing and siding,
In experts now helpful, we’re carefully confiding.

On floors and plumbing and lights that we’ll need,
Varied colors and styles, and we must be agreed;
Then septic and water well, with piping we’ll use,
So many details, -- no help we refuse!

We’re building a house, -- that’s not all it’ll be,
A house that’s a home, for visitors to see;
Where father and mother, with children and dog
Smile now, and laugh, while some craft a blog!

A home we now want, with love that runs free,
Yes, love that is tough, like a spreading oak tree;
Housed with much labor, with fine work and skill,
May God guide our work, may we do His good will!

-- Poet Les (8-08-2007)

More Pictures of Richmond Days 2007.


Good News Tent, face painting (with a Bible Story), at Richmond Days.

Exhibitor of colorful wares at Richmond Days.

Keith the Builder, with one of his delightful chairs.

"Open Mic" at the Gazebo, Richmond Days.

Another colorful "Art" tent at Richmond Days

Ft. Richmond Park Dock, on the Kennebec River -- at Richmond Days.

The "Life of Riley" (er...I mean "Sausage") at Richmond Days!
Exhibitors -- Clown -- at Richmond Days!



Very pleased with her stuffed animal....
Magician and his audience at Richmond Days

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Art Replies!

Dear PapaPops,

It was good to hear from you, to receive your recent letter. It surely has been a long time, hasn’t it? Yes, I agree that those “old times” to which you refer are good to remember. I’m glad for your encouragement in this way, and I surely want to be an encouragement to you, too.

It is true that I have been successful in my chosen field of business, and have therefore been able to accomplish a lot of the things you have spelled out. It has been gratifying to help my children get a good start on their own careers in life. And the traveling that my wife and I have done has taken us to some very beautiful spots here on Planet Earth. Isn’t this an amazing place? It’s inhabitable, complex, and has tremendous variety which is available to us every day.

I can’t help but congratulate you on the work you have done in the Gospel ministry. It must be a very good feeling to help bring about positive changes at the “deep places” of people’s lives. Your work, compared to mine through the years, seems to have had the greater impact in the things that matter most. Do you think so?

Now I’ll admit that I feel a little uneasy, PapaPops, when I consider the question of “What next?” after I’ve done all that I can do. Certainly, as with everybody else, I’m on the road to that place in life where my health and natural abilities will have greatly diminished. I really don’t like to contemplate that. Do you? I wish for the best, both here and hereafter, but I’m concerned that I don’t have much solid hope, as you seem to have. Is hope of that nature and magnitude really possible for people like you and me?

How can you say that you know, yes, actually know, that you will be “at home with our Lord and Savior,” to use your words, when your earthly journey is done? It seems too good to be true, doesn’t it? How can anyone know what is ahead for us beyond the grave? Shouldn’t we be responsible for ourselves, rather than rely on a payment from somebody else, on our behalf, as your “Gospel” maintains?

PapaPops, I’m a little mystified in your writing about “our Savior” as someone who is alive today, and personal. And who can know that he or she will be somehow “saved” forever?!? How can the death of any person that occurred some two thousand years ago make a real difference in your life or mine today? Isn’t this wishful thinking, -- perhaps an expression of a religious sentiment long-ago described as the “opiate of the people?”

As for reading the Gospel of John, in pursuing your suggestion, is it really worth the time that would take, do you think? After all, the Bible is an old book (very old), and how can it anticipate today’s problems? How can it suggest workable, high-value answers to those problems? Can it really put forward a satisfying solution for people like you and me? I don’t mean to suggest that what you say is superfluous, but tell me -- what is an “honest doubter” to think?

With great appreciation for your willingness to help me find true meaning and a lasting purpose, I am –

Sincerely yours, -- Art

Sunday, August 5, 2007

The 2007 Richmond Days

Richmond Days is a wonderful Town and Family event held annually at the Fort Richmond Park. Tents for various activities are set up, there is a Parade, music at the Gazebo, and Fire Dept. demonstrations, among other things. The finale consists of a magnificent fireworks presentation (weather permitting) at the close on Saturday night.

A pictorial review of some of this year’s events is presented here for your enjoyment. Comments of appreciation are invited.

Scenes from Richmond Days

An eager subject for face painting at the 2007 Richmond Days events.
A Sample of Face Painting results at Richmond Days
Face Painting and the Wordless Book at the Good News Tent.
Crafts Tent -- beads....
Hula Hoop Contest at Richmond Days


A whole family attends Richmond days.

Fort Richmond Park on the beautiful Kennebec River.
Music at the Gazebo
Flag Car in the Richmond days Parade.
Classic Car in the Richmond Days Parade!
Horse-drawn Hearse in the Richmond Days Parade
Balloons Ahoy! (seen in the Parade).