We've known this goat for almost five years . He's parked outside the one hour photo across the plaza from the church building. He's on wheels and every night they drag him by the horns back into the shop. He's stuffed with straw and his head has been in the process of falling off ever since we met. He represents a theory I've had lately that we all started out as good as can be back when we only had a spirit to worry about. But I won't be surprised to learn that when we inherited these bodies---and became strangers here in the world----we also had some screws that weren't quite tight, or some wires that got crossed, just to see how we would deal with driving such "wretched machines". (C.S. Lewis)
One of these days I'll get my own head sewn on straight. Sometimes when I'm trying hardest I end up doing my worst.
* Logic puzzle #2: The storekeeper in Yerevan who had affordable and good peanut butter. She stopped carrying it because she said that the minute she put some out on the shelves it would all get bought. Apparently she's not into volume merchandising.
There's something about this mouse-in-a-jar with the same markings as his friend that always captures my attention.
Our mission goal from now until Christmas is to baptize twenty-five new souls (I mean in the entire mission.) Our sisters have already had 5, with a 6th tomorrow. Last week Elder Blunck, in perfect Armenian, baptized Alvart. This is not puzzling at all-----this is the result of some mighty good work by some very great sister missionaries.