Women and men began pouring in, ...the women dressed in black, fringed flapper dresses, wearing high heeled strap sandals that before the evening was over would be causing pain. Stuck in the bands around their heads were tall feathers.Men were wearing black suits; the waiters and waitresses were clad in black pants and white shirts with perky black hats perched on their heads. Class!
Did those Catholics raise a boatload of money? Holy Moley! I guess so! The woman auctioneer was a forceful chatterer that yanked those checkbooks and credit cards right out of their purses and billfolds!
Is there any spiritual message whatsoever in this blog? Of course. Years ago, I played for two Saturday nights in the Bear Valley Club bar. As the drinks went down the tips climbed to the top of the tip jar. On the second Saturday night, around 10 o'clock as some old smelly geezer breathed down my neck and dropped a 20 in the jar, I fished out my cash, fled out the door, beat it up the mountain and home, crawled into bed beside Ted and muttered: "So much for that gig!"
The Lord gives us gifts to use for His glory. We get to choose where and how to stir them up.
WE GIVE THEE BUT THINE OWN (SCHUMANN)
We give Thee but Thine own, what'ere our gift may be
All that we have is Thine alone, a trust, Oh Lord from Thee.
To comfort and to bless, to find a balm for woe;
To tend the lone and fatherless is our great task below.
And we believe Thy Word, though dim our faith may be.
Whatever task we do, O Lord, we do it unto Thee. I Chronicles 29:14