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Sunday, September 26, 2004


in my Father's house there are many mansions

So there is this tv show that I have seen occasionally, and I was sitting at home in front of the boob tube and saw that it was on, so I decided to watch it. It is Extreme Makeover Home Edition with Ty from Trading Spaces fame. I have enjoyed the few episodes that I have seen of this show, mainly because they pick deserving families and totally renovate their house. Well, the episode I saw this evening was no different. They picked the house of a man whose wife had died four years ago. They had been very faith-full people and God had been very important in their lives. Oh yeah, they also had eight kids. So this widower was living in a small house with eight kids- four girls and four boys. The two younger girls shared a room with bunkbeds, they were like 9 and 12 or something. The older two girls shared a bedroom with bunkbeds, they were 14 and 16 or something like that. The four boys shared a converted garage, and they all slept on bunkbeds. They were maybe 18,15,11 and 7. The only person that had their own room was the dad. And the house was just packed full. They had no dining room table, there was no room really big enough for the whole family to gather. What struck me the most was how immediately attached to the family all of the designers got. These kids seemed pretty amazing. Here they had just lost their mom like four years ago, they were cramped in small rooms on top of each other, and they just kept talking about how they were blessed and the good things in their lives. The designers kept commenting on a definite spirit (or should I say Spirit?) that was evident, especially when the family came back and saw the house. The first thing the dad did, well after the initial shock of seeing how his small three bedroom house had been converted into a two story home, was thank God. At various times it showed several of the kids thanking God or praying in some fashion. They made an office for the dad and on the desk was his Bible open and his wife's Bible next to it open. And they commissioned a neighbor who was an artist to do a chalk portrait of the wife. When the dad saw that he just starts breaking down in tears, telling her he misses her and loves her and thanking her for the eight wonderful children. Dude, I almost cried! Watching a home repair show... Who DOES that? The oldest boy who was 18 finally got his own room, for the first time in 18 years. That brought the dad to tears, too. The two youngest of each gender ended up sharing rooms, still, but for the boys I think that would have been a amjor improvement. They even gave the family a two story home fitness center, because a lot of the kids are hoping to get basketball scholarships to help pay for school. So they had weight machines and a tread mill and all that fun stuff. And the whole community turned out, they said it was the largest turnout for one of these shows they've EVER had. And all the people they talked to said no one was more deserving than this family. The family was touched, but it was evident the designers were touched. In the interviews at the end of the show, all of the designers were in tears or misty eyed. So it was an amazing show.
Of course then I rotted my brain by watching VH1's Search for the Partridge Family. It was the episode where they're looking for Danny, the little red head. They've already narrowed the oldest boy and girl down to two each, and my favorites are still in both categories. The next episode will be the mom. And it may be sad that I watch this, but at least I haven't called in and voted yet. I'm not that sad.

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