29 April 2006

Flowers on the altar

Dad died a year ago, today. As sister Tracy says, we've made it through the first year - a year of firsts - first birthday without him, first Thanksgiving, first Christmas, first Easter. But we've made it.
Mom sent flowers to each of our churches in memory of Dad. The flowers on our altar are beautiful, and I've seen pictures of Tracy's flowers.
I miss him.
I thought this morning about the first time I ever remember thinking about the relationship between me and my Dad. It was nighttime. We were on our way to visit my aunt and uncle, Peggy and Alan. We were supposed to be sleeping in the back seat, but I was too excited. Mother was asleep in the front, and my two brothers in the back seat. Dad was driving, and I was pretending to sleep. But I kept glancing at him as the cars would pass us, illuminating his face. I could see part of his face from the profile, and I could see part of him as reflection in the rearview mirror. I thought about wanting to be like him in some way, even though we were different in so many ways. And I thought about how I knew he loved me, even though I was somewhat the "problem" child.
Profile and reflection - those words remind me of something one of my friends wrote last year as an offering of condolence.
". . . We try hard to grow up, to catch him and be his peer, but he won't wait for us. He gets away and we grieve because we believe we have lost his presence, his guidance, his voice. But he is trickier than that. He has doubled back on you, Richard. Only death would let him do that. It is the only way to let you catch up. Since you were born, he has been hiding small pieces of himself in you. Look in the mirror. One day you will see him looking out of your eyes. You will have his voice in your head guiding your decisions. You will hear his words from your mouth, his inflections. You will see his expressions on your face . . ."
Profile and reflection . . .
Thanks, Dad.

28 April 2006

On turning 49 . . .

Today is my birthday!!!!!

One should pontificate on what one has learned on such a momentous occasion.

1. I have now lived 17897 days - or I could say 2548 weeks - or 588 months.

2. A man should not be docked time at work for time spent fishing.

3. Most television is a waste of time - but occasionally necessary, and often enjoyable.

4. As my Dad said, "Aging isn't for the faint of heart." Sound observation.

5. Life doesn't get any easier, but the choice to smile and laugh at the little things does.

6. Wisdom and intelligence aren't the same thing!!

7. Staying put in one place is better than moving around.

8. My memory isn't what it used to be.

9. My memory isn't what it used to be.

10. Rush Limbaugh doesn't know squat.

11. It rains on the just and the unjust.

12. God is good - all the time.

25 April 2006

Subject: Don't Leave it on the Desk

I received the following story in an e-mail - I usually don't share stuff like this, but I really liked this story. Enjoy, and learn.

There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the western United States. Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman year, regardless of his or her major.

Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take Christianity seriously.

This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team, and was the best student in the professor's class.

One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him.

"How many push-ups can you do?"

Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."

"200? That's pretty good, ! Steve," Dr. Christianson said. "Do you think you could do 300?"

Steve replied, "I don't know... I've never done 300 at a time."
"
Do you think you could?" again asked Dr. Christianson.

"Well, I can try," said Steve.

"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it," said the professor.

Steve said, "Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it."

Dr. Christianson said, "Good. I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind."

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson's class.

Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts?"

Cynthia said, "Yes."

Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?"

"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.

Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a donut?"

Joe said, "Yes." Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?"

Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten pushups for every person before they got their donut.

Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship.

When the professor asked, "Scott do you want a donut?"

Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own pushups?"

Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."

Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then."

Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?" With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten pushups.

Scott said, "Hey, I said I didn't want one"

Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put a donut on Scott's desk.

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. ! He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow.

Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry.

Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?"

Sternly, Jenny said, "No." Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten more push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?" Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.

By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks. Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these pushups! done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.

Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten pushups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely.

Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Ste! ve would be able to make it.

Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set. >>
Steve asked Dr. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?"

Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your pushups. You are in charge now. You can do them any way that you want." And Dr. Christianson went on.

A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, "NO, don't come in Stay out!"

Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come."

Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten pushups for him?"

Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut."

Dr. Christianson said, "Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a donut?"

Jason, new to the room, hardly knew what was going on. "Yes," he said, "give me a donut."

"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?" Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.

Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room.

The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut?"

Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."

Professor Christianson quietly asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?" Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow pushups for Linda.

Then Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut?"

Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him?"

Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, Steve has to do it alone, I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked my grade book. Steve here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes."

"Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?" As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 pushups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said. "And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'into thy hands I commend my spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten."

Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile.

"Well done, good and faithful servant," said the professor, adding, "Not all sermons are preached in words."

Turning to his class, the professor said, "My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He spared not only His Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for the whole Church, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid."

"Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?"

24 April 2006

The fish are spawning!!!!

Sorry for the change in this post. Blogger had some problems, so this is written ever so slightly different than originally.
Gary and I had a pretty good evening Saturday night. It was windy, so we put in north of the islands at Canton, and stayed in that cove. We had two 30 minutes spurts where the fish were really biting. All in all, we kept 10 - 7 sand bass, 2 crappie, and one channel catfish. Four of the sandies were huge (nearly 3 pounds) and one of the crappie went over 2 pounds.
But the good news is that all of the fish were females, and seeking spawning grounds. So, with the fish spawning, the question becomes - yard work, or fishing?? Hmm - yard work or fishing??

17 April 2006

Easter service

We had a wonderful service Easter morning. The church was full - I counted 95. We had to dip into the third tray for communion. The choir was wonderful, we had a baptism, and all is well in my world.

Gary and I took the inaugural fishing trip for this season. 1 bass (2.5 lbs.), one channel cat, and four crappie (two really large monsters). The boat performed marvelously, new carpet and all. I can't describe for you the beauty of the evening as the sun reached the horizon, and the water settled to a calm. It was tremendous.

I pray you had a good Easter morning.

13 April 2006

Friday Night

I want to tell you about our worship service tomorrow night - our Good Friday service.

It is a dark service - by that I mean we take a good look at the horror of the cross and the crucifixion. Not maudlin, mind you - but a good, honest look. We acknowledge the pain, the suffering, the cause, our inability to do anything but stand by and watch (unless we actively participate in the death experience, but that's another post), and we sing hymns that point us to the cross.

Our choir is prepared to sing, and they are going to sound great. We rehearsed last night, and the two pieces are ready. There will be wonderful music, and I will have a short homily.

When the service is over, the children and I go outside to the cross, and they help me change the cloth from red to black. Every year, the children realize the symbolism of what we are doing, and perform admirably. And every year, we turn around to see the church at the door, watching the children "take hold of the faith."

. . . and then He died.

10 April 2006

Changing the cloth on the cross . . .

Monday of Holy Week - this is the day that I change the cloth on the cross outside our church from Lenten Purple to Holy Week Red. Things change rapidly on our cross this week. It will change again on Friday - to Good Friday Black.
And then it changes again before Sunday. I say "before Sunday" because I always sneak up here in the middle of the night to change it - just like what happened that first Easter Day.
If you're in town, keep an eye on the cross - things change this week.

09 April 2006

Home again, home again, fiddle-de-dee . . .

Home from S.C. - the memorial service for Lynn's mom was just right - the right balance of Dot and Jesus. (Sometimes, I couldn't tell the difference between them - now, there's your testimony).

04 April 2006

The April dates are filling up . . .

When I was a child, April was my favorite month. It probably still is - but I have to work harder at it these days.

April is my birthday month. April 28. I always loved turning the calendar to April, because I knew that for one day, I would be special. That's the way it is when you are a kid.

I became a parent in April. Twice. Travis (April 3) and Chelsea (April 19) both share the month with me.

And then came last year. And now this year. Dad died last year on the 29th, and yesterday Lynn's mom died - April 4. The significant dates in this month are filling up.

"And that's all I have to say about that" - Forrest Gump