Another Word for Perfect

I have chosen to make the most of my days and I feel as if I have succeded in the past few days. After devotions on Friday the youth went to a movie, National Treasure. It was a nice formula like start to the weekend which would catapult into a spiritual weekend of goodness!! Saturday was spent in intense study of Ruhi Book 4.

In the last half hour of this time four faces peered into the room in which we were studying. Two were Baha'is from Fiji, the other two were Baptists from Independence. Genevieve and I gave them a tour of the Baha'i Center and it made us both reflect on our community and the great opportunities open to us. Email addresses were given and recieved and bonds started.

Feast that evening was one of the most youth filled, eleven youth. We sang our hearts out as my brother played the guitar. After that uplifting evening our night began.

Richard, Genevieve, Caitlin, Andrew and I went to the plaza and walked around. It was a cold night but well worth it on account of the company.

But it is what we did right before that that you really want to know about. We took Richard to the crazyhouse. Pictures were taken and so now you can have a piece of the ectasy felt when visiting this house.

The Kansas City Country Club Plaza downtown. We walked around, enjoying the lights and sights and sounds and....um...smells? 

Here's (from left) Genevieve (aka Star), Richard, Caitie and Andrew standing in front of the house. As you can see, we're feeling a little blue. HA! 

This is actually the garage, fully converted into a Santa's Workshop...that MOVES! Although the camera didn't capture it, try to imagine each and every little elf in this picture moving and swaying and working.  

Richard really digs the nativity scene...that MOVES! 

This is a gingerbread family...that MOVES! 

Winter Delight

You drive past the shopping area for thirty blocks. You enter a neighborhood from the 40's. You turn on a street with a bad name. All of a sudden you have entered another time, another place. You have entered into what I call, very lovingly, crazy house land. It is inhabited by a house with a roof covered with a 60's christmas scene. A house whose garage is now Santa's workshop with no glass in the windows so that donations can be made to the electric bill. The window pops open every five seconds and santa waves his hand with rudolph by his side. Where the living room window should be is a display of gingerbread men and candies, a trio of carolers line the hallway. In the mailbox are letters written to santa, wishing for different gifts with illustrations for clarification. The lawn is worn down to mud, and one has to wonder, how many feet have passed on this soil. How many people have looked up at this glowing house and smiled and laughed? A weathered face peers through the front door at the visitors on his property. He does not smile, does not wave or tell us to go away. He simply looks and nods and goes to sit in his house of lights, this child like dream that appears in real life once a year.