This was originally posted on January 15, 2008:
During a time of prayer one night in January, 2006, a friend told me that he saw me going through a time of winter. He saw snow swirling around, deeper and deeper, and wolves howling around the door. I thought, "Great! I just came out of the desert, and now I'm going to experience winter?" So, I was left wondering what was going to happen next.
The next few months were relatively uneventful. Mom continued to get worse and things were tight financially (but that wasn't new). Things were unsettled in the church we served in. I felt a sense that things were changing, that God was doing something. What was happening, I had no idea, but there was a sense of anticipation and disquiet.
The year wore on, with Mom getting worse and worse, and Dad beginning to wear under the strain. In August, Dad had to make the decision to not do anything more to prolong Mom's life, and we contacted hospice to come and help Mom be comfortable, and at the end of August Mom passed from this life into the presence of the Father. While we were grieving, we were also relieved that Mom was no longer suffering and was now more alive than ever. The next month was busy with helping my dad with some of the stuff resulting from Mom's passing, and going with him to my nephew's soccer games.
At the end of September, thirty-three days after Mom died, I drove my dad to a soccer game. The day seemed perfectly normal. Then, it all fell apart. At halftime of the game, Dad had a massive heart attack and joined Mom in the presence of Jesus. It was a huge shock, and something that knocked me for a loop.
I'll try to finish this tomorrow.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Weekend Wanderings
This past week, Jan and I celebrated our 32nd anniversary. We went to a bed & breakfast about an hour or so from here. Wednesday afternoon, we visited a winery, toured the property, tasted samples of their wine, and bought a bottle of Muscadine. That evening, we had dinner at a very nice restaurant, and then spent the rest of the evening relaxing at the inn. The inn is in a house that was built in 1879, and has been in operation for four years. It's run by a disabled veteran who used to be an executive chef at the White House. Needless to say, breakfast the next morning was absolutely delicious. We took a tour of the grounds, relaxed for a bit more, and then came home. It was a wonderful time away. It's hot here in the sunny South, as it is in just about the whole country. We're expecting a break from the heat next Monday and I hope the rest of the folks get the break as well.
Here are the links:
We're studying the book of Mark in our church gatherings. This is powerful.
How many of you remember Bobby Hurley from Duke?
The most dangerous man (or woman).
11 months, 3000 pictures, and a lot of coffee (HT: Jake Belder).
Kansas Bob on Jesus as the reality.
Doing the work of division.
Another kind of olympic games.
Swanny on freedom.
The Gospel and order.
Kingdom and cross.
Arthur Sido on July 4th.
Alan Knox on community and mission.
This would be why mass produced tomatoes don't have much taste.
An iMonk classic on Luther.
J.R. Miller on freedom and grace.
Dan Edelen on authenticity and church.
Nate Pruitt on dreaming.
Frank Viola on mysticism.
Linda Brendle on remembering.
Eric Carpenter on edification.
Unity begins and ends in Christ.
Good post from Kansas Bob.
Chaplain Mike on Psalm 121.
Doing the work of unity.
Prayer without words.
Just who do you think you are?
There's a little bit for you to read this week. Hope it's a blessed one!
Here are the links:
We're studying the book of Mark in our church gatherings. This is powerful.
How many of you remember Bobby Hurley from Duke?
The most dangerous man (or woman).
11 months, 3000 pictures, and a lot of coffee (HT: Jake Belder).
Kansas Bob on Jesus as the reality.
Doing the work of division.
Another kind of olympic games.
Swanny on freedom.
The Gospel and order.
Kingdom and cross.
Arthur Sido on July 4th.
Alan Knox on community and mission.
This would be why mass produced tomatoes don't have much taste.
An iMonk classic on Luther.
J.R. Miller on freedom and grace.
Dan Edelen on authenticity and church.
Nate Pruitt on dreaming.
Frank Viola on mysticism.
Linda Brendle on remembering.
Eric Carpenter on edification.
Unity begins and ends in Christ.
Good post from Kansas Bob.
Chaplain Mike on Psalm 121.
Doing the work of unity.
Prayer without words.
Just who do you think you are?
There's a little bit for you to read this week. Hope it's a blessed one!
Thursday, July 5, 2012
And I Still Do
One day, a minister asked me if I took the young woman standing next to me as my wife, to love and cherish, in sickness and health, for better or worse, as long as we both would live. That warm July day, I said I do.
Fast forward thirty two years. The woman is no longer young. Neither am I. We have been through both health and sickness. There have been times when things couldn't have been any better, and there have been other times when things seemed as if they couldn't be any worse. That day in July, neither one of us could have predicted all that was going to happen as we journeyed together. I know Jan had no idea what she was getting into. We have been through moves, jobs gained and lost, and have raised two children to adulthood. There have been disagreements and arguments. There have been many changes in our lives.
There are a couple of things that have never changed. The first, and most important, is the love that our Father has for us and the grace he has shown us every day. There have been times we couldn't have made it without God's grace and love. He has been faithful to provide for us all along, many times in ways we could never expected. While we have never been wealthy in terms of material things, we have been rich in the things that can never be taken away. We have always had the love of friends and family and the knowledge that our Papa would give us exactly what we needed at exactly the right time. He owns the riches of heaven, and we have learned to trust him as he takes care of us.
The second constant had been the fact that this woman who stood beside me thirty two years ago has always stood beside me. Jan has been my support through all I have done, whether teaching, coaching, or teaching others about following Jesus. She has been right there when jobs disappeared and new jobs were slow in coming. She has comforted me in times of sorrow and grief, and been extremely patient with me in my failings and struggles. We have been a team through these years. After all these years, it still boggles my mind to think of how wonderfully God has blessed me. He has given me a treasure that I can't even begin to fathom. I am one of those men who definitely married up.
I cannot adequately express the depth of my love for you, Jan. Words don't do justice to my gratitude for all you have been to me. I can say one thing though. I still do.
Fast forward thirty two years. The woman is no longer young. Neither am I. We have been through both health and sickness. There have been times when things couldn't have been any better, and there have been other times when things seemed as if they couldn't be any worse. That day in July, neither one of us could have predicted all that was going to happen as we journeyed together. I know Jan had no idea what she was getting into. We have been through moves, jobs gained and lost, and have raised two children to adulthood. There have been disagreements and arguments. There have been many changes in our lives.
There are a couple of things that have never changed. The first, and most important, is the love that our Father has for us and the grace he has shown us every day. There have been times we couldn't have made it without God's grace and love. He has been faithful to provide for us all along, many times in ways we could never expected. While we have never been wealthy in terms of material things, we have been rich in the things that can never be taken away. We have always had the love of friends and family and the knowledge that our Papa would give us exactly what we needed at exactly the right time. He owns the riches of heaven, and we have learned to trust him as he takes care of us.
The second constant had been the fact that this woman who stood beside me thirty two years ago has always stood beside me. Jan has been my support through all I have done, whether teaching, coaching, or teaching others about following Jesus. She has been right there when jobs disappeared and new jobs were slow in coming. She has comforted me in times of sorrow and grief, and been extremely patient with me in my failings and struggles. We have been a team through these years. After all these years, it still boggles my mind to think of how wonderfully God has blessed me. He has given me a treasure that I can't even begin to fathom. I am one of those men who definitely married up.
I cannot adequately express the depth of my love for you, Jan. Words don't do justice to my gratitude for all you have been to me. I can say one thing though. I still do.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
World Vision Wednesday
We often think hunger is something experienced by people on the other side of the world. Hunger is also a problem in parts of the United States as well. Check this out for more.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Still More: Reposted
This was first posted January 8, 2008:
When we last left our hero, he was wondering what was going to happen next.
I was without work. I thought I was going to realize the fulfillment of a long held dream of coaching college basketball. So, I sent out resumes and waited. I talked to every coach I knew. And I waited. The summer came and went and still no coaching job. In fact, there were no jobs at all on the horizon. We didn't feel free to move to another area because my parents and my wife's parents had moved here to be near us and they were in declining health and needed our help. The search continued. As all this was going on, we had to give our cocker spaniel to the pound because he was old and had too much wrong with him for us to afford to have him treated. It was not a fun summer. About a week after we gave our dog away, I was out on yet another job search. As I drove past the animal shelter, I lost it. I began to pray, cry, and yell at God. I even cussed (I know that shocks some of you, but that's the way it is). I told God that if I had anywhere else to go, I'd chuck this whole Christian thing. I realized that, like the disciples, I had nowhere else to go, that Jesus was the only one worth following.
In September of 2005, I was hired by a tour bus company to drive. I was glad because it would give me a chance to travel. As it turned out, the majority of the job consisted of leaving the house at 4:00 AM, driving to a National Guard camp eighty miles away, and shuttling troops back and forth from the camp to a nearby army base so they could be processed for active duty in Iraq. Most of the day was spent sitting on the bus and waiting for the soldiers to get their paperwork in order. I would usually arrive back home sometime after 10:00 PM. Because of this schedule, I usually only worked three days a week, so the income wasn't real good. The company also had no health insurance for their employees.
At first, I wondered what I had done wrong, wondered why God had "put me on the sidelines". I felt like I was in a desert. Sitting on the bus gave me plenty of opportunity to read, think, and pray. God began to teach me about trust and patience. He reminded me that he was the most important one in my life, and that my identity was in Jesus, not in being a teacher or coach. I began to rethink even more of my assumptions about God, church, and life. At the same time, God was teaching me increasingly to trust him. Jan and I saw God provide for us again and again.
In January 2006, I walked out of the desert. I was hired as a teacher's assistant in a self-contained special education class at a public middle school. The kids I work with all have learning disabilities, some more severe than others. Many of them are from low income families. Quite a change from the Christian schools previously worked in, although not as much as I would have thought. Kids are kids wherever you go.
Also in January, both my mom and my mother-in-law went into a nursing home. Jan's mom suffered a stroke, and my mom was suffering from advanced Alzhiemer's. Our ministry to our parents changed somewhat, as we were visiting our moms and essentially being there for our dads. It was hard to go into a place full of people who were essentially waiting to die and visit Mom, knowing that she would never leave in this life.
I'll give your eyes a rest and write more later.
When we last left our hero, he was wondering what was going to happen next.
I was without work. I thought I was going to realize the fulfillment of a long held dream of coaching college basketball. So, I sent out resumes and waited. I talked to every coach I knew. And I waited. The summer came and went and still no coaching job. In fact, there were no jobs at all on the horizon. We didn't feel free to move to another area because my parents and my wife's parents had moved here to be near us and they were in declining health and needed our help. The search continued. As all this was going on, we had to give our cocker spaniel to the pound because he was old and had too much wrong with him for us to afford to have him treated. It was not a fun summer. About a week after we gave our dog away, I was out on yet another job search. As I drove past the animal shelter, I lost it. I began to pray, cry, and yell at God. I even cussed (I know that shocks some of you, but that's the way it is). I told God that if I had anywhere else to go, I'd chuck this whole Christian thing. I realized that, like the disciples, I had nowhere else to go, that Jesus was the only one worth following.
In September of 2005, I was hired by a tour bus company to drive. I was glad because it would give me a chance to travel. As it turned out, the majority of the job consisted of leaving the house at 4:00 AM, driving to a National Guard camp eighty miles away, and shuttling troops back and forth from the camp to a nearby army base so they could be processed for active duty in Iraq. Most of the day was spent sitting on the bus and waiting for the soldiers to get their paperwork in order. I would usually arrive back home sometime after 10:00 PM. Because of this schedule, I usually only worked three days a week, so the income wasn't real good. The company also had no health insurance for their employees.
At first, I wondered what I had done wrong, wondered why God had "put me on the sidelines". I felt like I was in a desert. Sitting on the bus gave me plenty of opportunity to read, think, and pray. God began to teach me about trust and patience. He reminded me that he was the most important one in my life, and that my identity was in Jesus, not in being a teacher or coach. I began to rethink even more of my assumptions about God, church, and life. At the same time, God was teaching me increasingly to trust him. Jan and I saw God provide for us again and again.
In January 2006, I walked out of the desert. I was hired as a teacher's assistant in a self-contained special education class at a public middle school. The kids I work with all have learning disabilities, some more severe than others. Many of them are from low income families. Quite a change from the Christian schools previously worked in, although not as much as I would have thought. Kids are kids wherever you go.
Also in January, both my mom and my mother-in-law went into a nursing home. Jan's mom suffered a stroke, and my mom was suffering from advanced Alzhiemer's. Our ministry to our parents changed somewhat, as we were visiting our moms and essentially being there for our dads. It was hard to go into a place full of people who were essentially waiting to die and visit Mom, knowing that she would never leave in this life.
I'll give your eyes a rest and write more later.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Working At Cross Purposes
Last week, there was a somewhat comical scene on the shuttle bus. There were two brothers sitting in the seat just to the right of my seat. A parent brought a snow cone machine for me to take to camp, so I asked the boys to move to another seat. That's when the fun started. The younger brother, who was sitting on the inside, decided he was going to go first. As he headed into the aisle, his lunchbox became hung up on his older brother's leg. The older brother could not move his leg because it was blocked by the younger brother's backpack. The younger brother couldn't move either, because he was hung up on the older brother's backpack. All the while, I'm standing there with the base to a snow cone machine in my hands hoping for a place to put it down quickly. As I surveyed the situation, I came up with a solution. I began to direct the brothers on what to do, but they simply tried again to get out of the seat at the same time. Of course, the results were the same. After a couple of minutes of directing them, they finally extricated themselves and moved to another seat. My comic relief for the day had come early.
As I thought about it later in the day, I realized that the problems the brothers had were a good picture of what happens so often in our lives. It can happen in the workplace, in the home, in relationships, or in churches. Sometimes it seems that we are just working at cross purposes with other people. We think we know what needs to be accomplished and how it needs to be done, but we just can't seem to get the other folks to see things the same way we do. We also can't see past our narrow perspective. Fortunately, the brothers on the bus didn't do what we so often do. They didn't get mad at each other, start hitting each other or flinging cross words. Neither of them walked away from the other and refused to sit with him. The rest of the week they got along great with each other. Unfortunately, we often do those very things, even in the church.
The brothers just needed someone to direct them and tell them what to do. Of course, they also needed to listen to the directions, or the results would have the same old same old. We have One who has given us directions to follow when our purposes and those of others end up getting tangled. Jesus gave us a few things to keep in mind that I believe will help us keep peace at the very least, and will allow us to do what is really important. Our Master told us to love one another as he loves us, to lay down our lives for others. That may include giving up our plans and trying to see another's perspective. We are told to seek the Kingdom of God and his righteousness first. I've found that tends to radically change my way of looking at things. We are called to consider others better than ourselves, and to have the same humble, sacrificial attitude that Jesus had. Paul also tells us that what really counts is faith working itself out in love.
An attitude of sacrificial love will enable us to work together with others to solve problems that come up. I believe that this can work in every area of our day-to-day. I especially believe that it is a mandate for the church. Those outside the church don't have the same command or motivation to love, but those of us who call ourselves followers of Jesus must seek to settle differences and try to work together for the good of the Kingdom. To do otherwise is to give the world a reason to wonder if we really belong to Christ.
God help us to submit our purposes to our King, for his glory
As I thought about it later in the day, I realized that the problems the brothers had were a good picture of what happens so often in our lives. It can happen in the workplace, in the home, in relationships, or in churches. Sometimes it seems that we are just working at cross purposes with other people. We think we know what needs to be accomplished and how it needs to be done, but we just can't seem to get the other folks to see things the same way we do. We also can't see past our narrow perspective. Fortunately, the brothers on the bus didn't do what we so often do. They didn't get mad at each other, start hitting each other or flinging cross words. Neither of them walked away from the other and refused to sit with him. The rest of the week they got along great with each other. Unfortunately, we often do those very things, even in the church.
The brothers just needed someone to direct them and tell them what to do. Of course, they also needed to listen to the directions, or the results would have the same old same old. We have One who has given us directions to follow when our purposes and those of others end up getting tangled. Jesus gave us a few things to keep in mind that I believe will help us keep peace at the very least, and will allow us to do what is really important. Our Master told us to love one another as he loves us, to lay down our lives for others. That may include giving up our plans and trying to see another's perspective. We are told to seek the Kingdom of God and his righteousness first. I've found that tends to radically change my way of looking at things. We are called to consider others better than ourselves, and to have the same humble, sacrificial attitude that Jesus had. Paul also tells us that what really counts is faith working itself out in love.
An attitude of sacrificial love will enable us to work together with others to solve problems that come up. I believe that this can work in every area of our day-to-day. I especially believe that it is a mandate for the church. Those outside the church don't have the same command or motivation to love, but those of us who call ourselves followers of Jesus must seek to settle differences and try to work together for the good of the Kingdom. To do otherwise is to give the world a reason to wonder if we really belong to Christ.
God help us to submit our purposes to our King, for his glory
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Weekend Wanderings
Summer has hit full on here in the sunny South. It has been above 100 degrees the last two days, and is expected to stay that way for the next two. After that it's going to cool all the way down to the high 90s. A large area of the country is under record high temperatures and dry conditions so, a number of cities are cancelling 4th of July fireworks for fear of setting fires. Our town still has the pyrotechnics scheduled, but you never know. Pray for folks who may be without AC, or who have to be out working in this heat, as well as for this impacted by the recent storms.
Here is a sampling of the good things on the web:
I guess some folks see a difference?
Thanks, Ghandi.
If you find yourself praying.
This could be the issue that tips the election (HT: iMonk).
I know some folks who would go for this.
New theory on Stonehenge (HT: Scot McKnight).
What's in a name?
How new is it?
Who's in charge?
Mortgaging the ministry.
Bobby Auner takes us back to preschool.
Arthur Sido on rest.
Taking Jesus seriously.
More like fruit that grows.
Alan Knox on duplication.
Have a great week! I hope your AC continues to work.
Here is a sampling of the good things on the web:
I guess some folks see a difference?
Thanks, Ghandi.
If you find yourself praying.
This could be the issue that tips the election (HT: iMonk).
I know some folks who would go for this.
New theory on Stonehenge (HT: Scot McKnight).
What's in a name?
How new is it?
Who's in charge?
Mortgaging the ministry.
Bobby Auner takes us back to preschool.
Arthur Sido on rest.
Taking Jesus seriously.
More like fruit that grows.
Alan Knox on duplication.
Have a great week! I hope your AC continues to work.
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