Well, you definitely see the post title in big bold letters so I guess I’ll describe how everything went down.
Saturday morning, I helped work on the church with the guys for a bit. We have some major projects we are doing right now — such as finishing the flooring in the children’s wing (done), sanding and laying flooring in the youth/young adult classroom (making progress), and sanding the addition to the downstairs dining hall (again, making progress).
The main event Saturday was laying the floor down. Tom, Cris, Rainier and I gathered to help out with that while Lionel helped Pastor Frank sand the dining room extension. We had a bit of an issue with the floor — it’s this slatted flooring from IKEA that looks really neat, but it’s kinda wonky sometimes. Especially if you’re laying it over a floor that was shoddily constructed in the first place.
After a couple hiccups, we ended up getting the flooring installed and ready for church this morning. About 3/4 of the way through that, though, I went into the dining room extension and helped Pastor Frank sand down the mud on the walls — thank God for dust masks.
All in all, progress is being made on the building and we’re slated to have all the work done in about six weeks. I’ll have some video and photos of it all as well.
Today, church was very good. Pastor Frank spoke on trusting in God for our needs while doing our part to ensure those needs are met. He used Genesis 18:14 as an example (“Is nothing too hard for God?”) and it worked very well. Church was rather quick though, as a team of four had to head out to Granger — an eight-hour round trip to officially set forth the local COGOP congregation there.
Lunch was served by the fine folks of the Chinese Cafe on Main in Washougal. For $7.75, I ate very well — we’re talking a heaping plate of sweet and sour chicken, pork fried rice and crab puffs.
The afternoon brought about a good time in Portland, once again hanging with my good man Brian. We hit up the Timbers match, where they inexplicably fell to the Cleveland City Stars (read: the worst team in USL-1) 1-0. Prior to the match, though, we met some very cordial folks from the Timbers Army, the unofficial yet very vocal supporters group of the team. Very nice people, and we were invited to sit in Section 107 with them. Fun times!
After eating at the Cheerful Bullpen (which, by the way, serves decent food at a very reasonable price), I boarded the MAX back to where I parked and headed home. Didn’t get back in until around 9, so I called it a day from there and played some Tecmo Super Bowl.
There really is no shortage of places to go and things to do around here.
Well I am glad you guys had a good time. I remember helping a little in Camas, but mainly Kelso with construction. Good times!
I HAVE TO ADMIT THE ONLY REASON I STUMBLED OPONE YOUER SITE IS BECOUSE of my name I am christopher E. Brewer, son of a copper minner terned soldger terned copper minner terned sivel servent. My father grew up in Miami AZ. Son of a copper minore.{Threw sledg hammer breaking rocks]. He feared he would realise his fathers fate and inlisted in the army. He was shipt to germany and traind as a paratrooper. There he learned how to do and how to cairrie out the unthinkable. He tought R.O.T.C. AZ.ST University, and in panima. When the Vietnam war called my father was not fare. He was demoted for his intrest, but after two toures ha was rewarded with SGT. He was conflicted with his new duty to recrut young minds and did so very well. My father retiered SGT.First Class and is 69 years old now ,and is the only reasone i didnt join the Army, he said ther wher to many good things to see to be a soldger. but stil i wonder , I fear for our inlisted boys.I’m with them in heart, Good times and good Hunting
That’s just fantastic, Chris Brewer 2