We are Monks for Jesus

Tonight we are monks. . . forgive the lack of costume. . . we are also packing for a potential move. . . and we only have so much time for worldly goods. . . like cloaks. . . .

But, we have humble wooden cross necklaces. . . .



And humble lentil stew. . . rustic pumpernickle bread. . . humble apple cider. . . and a humble serving of butter, since it is, after all, Christmas day. . . . and the very traditional monk brownies, the recipe for which is centuries old, passed down by the holy lady Mother Betty of the Crocker order. VERY old and VERY traditional.

Sister Gracen felt that she was too humble to be seen in pictures, and hid behind Father Rob, of the Cobb order. Know that she was with us in spirit as well as sound mind and body.



We had a visit from a friendly local gargoyle. . . . .



And one little boy who perhaps thinks we are studying the crusades. . . Ah, yes, that is yet to come. . . . Yes, lovey, beat them over the head with that humble cross, that's the idea. . . . . . Touche! Next week we travel to Arabia. . . care to make an oasis?? I hear that camels spit. I'm trying to make peace with that.