Miracles from Heaven

Someone asked me this morning what I do when I’m in Maine. Well, one thing is go to the movies. I mean, with a $4 matinee, how could you go wrong?

I did just that yesterday, going to see Miracles from Heaven. It was an encore weekend presentation. I wasn’t here when it was aired as a one-day screening to benefit His Light for Haiti shortly after its release. So I was excited to see it this trip.

As with all “faith”-based films, there is a caveat. It preaches to the choir. Skeptics probably won’t change their mind. Believers will be affirmed.

There were a lot of similarities to the 2014 film Heaven Is For Real — the out of body experience, the prayers of emergency personnel, the revelation and depiction of heaven, the “making a difference” scene — but this based on true life events story went a little deeper. In fact, the whole “heaven” revelation seemed secondary to the story. No, that’s not really true. It was more like an addendum to the story. Most of the film dealt with the events leading up it.

In case you don’t know the story, 10 year old Annabel Beam (Kylie Rogers) starts suffering from a rare digestive disorder,  pseudo-obstruction motility, and is unable to eat without a feeding tube and medication. Her mother Christy (Jennifer Garner) refuses to accept a series of misdiagnoses and fights to find relief for her dying daughter. The Texas family eventually makes its way to Boston  where Annabel is treated by Dr. Nurko (Eugenio Derbez) , a pediatric gastroenterologist who is Anna’s doctor at the Boston Children’s Hospital.  She doesn’t appear to be really responding to treatment.

The family — after numerous back and forth visits to Boston — is at home when Annabel and her older sister Abbie (Brighton Sharbino) play outside. Abbie suggests they climb the old tree. Annabel agrees after seeing a butterfly, but when the limb 30 feet up starts to break, Abbie tells her to reach for an opening where another limb had been. Annabel does, and falls down the hollowed tree. She is eventually rescued with just bumps and scratches and a mild concussion. More remarkably, her digestive disorder is healed.

Those gripping scenes of Annabel first getting sick, dealing with the bloat and discomfort and falling down that tree command your attention. But what struck me was the faith of the family … or rather, the disintegration of human faith in light of God’s apparent abandonment and its restoration.

Garner played the part of Christy extremely well. I was mesmerized by how she reacted — a very normal motherly reaction. She starts as a faith-filled woman, a supportive wife and a doting mother to the three girls [the youngest child is Adelynn (Courtney Fansler)]. I liked the bedtime routine she followed, stopping in each of the girls’ rooms, asking them if they said their prayers and asking them if they had one to share. It gave a good insight into the girls’ dreams and hopes.

That faith slowly erodes as Annabel gets sicker and sicker to the point she can longer talk to God herself. She finds it harder and harder to go to church and it comes to a head when two well-meaning but very un-Christian ladies (Rhoda Griffis and Erica McGee ) suggest the illness is God’s response either she or husband Kevin (Martin Henderson) or maybe even Annabel herself have sinned. I could feel Christy’s pain. My heart sank.

The way Kevin and Christy react to the Job-like calamity was an interesting sidebar. Christy really wrestles with her faith. Kevin, despite seeing his world shatter, maintains a stoic faith and quietly trusts everything will work out. It was a digital look at the workings of a healthy marriage and the value of perseverance in the face of impossible odds.

Another aside was in the hospital when Annabel gave her cross to her hospital roommate Haley (Hannah Alligood), a sick cancer patient. Her father (Wayne Pere) tells Christy in the hospital he would appreciate it if her daughter did not fill Haley’s head with fantasies, but returns at the end to tell a full, media-laden congregation how that cross allowed his daughter to face her death without fear. It’s the little things we do that often make a big difference.

The restoration, of course, comes in Annabel’s healing. She tells her parents about her heaven experience and her “conversation” with God who wants to send her back. Annabel says she didn’t want to come back in pain and her God — without a word — complies. The faith of a child!

It is then Christy realizes the miracle wasn’t Annabel’s remission. It was the little, everyday miracles along the journey … the local doctor who cares for Annabelle above and beyond the call of duty (Eugenio Derbez) … family friend Emmy (Kelly Collins Lintz) …the receptionist (Suehyla El-Attar) at Boston Children’s Hospital who made an appointment with Dr. Nurko happen … the kind stranger (Queen Latifah) who steps in to befriend them  … the pastoral care at their church, Reverend Scott (John Carroll Lynch) … the airline attendant (J.M. Longoria) who turns off his computer screen and writes a hand ticket when the Beam’s credit cards were declined.

It’s all so true. Often we become blinded by the big picture and miss the individual pieces. God shows His hand all along our life’s journey. We just have to look for it.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: What if we turned off the amplifiers, microphones and smoke machines and just listened for God’s still, small voice.

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Five Minute Friday — Haven

It’s Saturday. Time for Five Minute Friday.

Under Kate Motaung’s direction (http://katemotaung.com/2016/06/02/five-minute-friday-haven/), a hundred or so bloggers rally around a themed word and, well, write for five minutes. No rules. No backtracks. Nothing profound. Not perfect. Just five minutes of writing, letting the Spirit move you.

Our word this week is HAVEN.

As believers, we know our haven is in the arms of our Savior. It’s our safe spot. It’s our quiet place.

The bigger question is where do we find this rest, this peace. Some find the solace on a trek through the woods. Or at a mountain retreat. Or just a day by themselves in  retrospection.

0725 amAs you know from previous posts, I find mine at the ocean’s edge. That’s where I go to get centered. That’s where I go to reflect. That’s where I feel the arms of Jesus around me — whatever my circumstances are at the time. I’m drawn to the surf when I’m down. I’m at peace listening to the gentle waves when I’m happy. I feel my rage ebb away when I witness the roar of the waves crashing against a pier or rocks.

It doesn’t matter what ocean, although I’ve only seen the Atlantic in its calmness and fury from Florida to Maine, albeit mostly in New Jersey.

Water, in fact, has that calming … STOP

… effect for me. I think it’s because of its predictable unpredictability. Water levels rise or fall … waves roll or thunder in. The boundaries are set by a Higher Power. And that, my friends, reminds me how dependent I am on that Higher Power.

Where is your haven?

Don’t forget to check out Kate’s spot for other takes on the word. And don’t be afraid to contribute your two cents worth as well. The beauty of this exercise is the shared experience!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The length of a marriage is inversely proportional to the amount of money spent on the wedding.

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Five Minute Friday — Cheer

Here’s this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday. I was going to surprise you and post last night, but a combination of yesterday’s activities {read post below} and a vivid and loud thunder and lighting show made me re-think my plans, turn off the laptop and get some rest. Oh, what an exciting life I live.

You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on a specific prompt word. We share our work at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/05/26/five-minute-friday-cheer/) — the highlight of the exercise. About a hundred of us take five minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes {or so} of focused writing.

To be honest, I thought I was going in a different direction when I first saw the prompt …  CHEER. But the more I thought about it I decided to challenge myself … and here’s the result.

The timer is set … so let’s GO

Two cheers for me!

Someone told me there was a breathtaking lake in Franklin County I should try and see. Of course, he was a hiker.

The shot I was looking for

The shot I was looking for

But I did decide in my Maine wanderings to head for Mount Blue State Park and see if I could find this mysterious Tumbledown Pond. It was an adventure.

Finding Tumbledown Mountain is, in itself, a challenge. I had a vague idea where I was going and since my GPS decided to take the afternoon off, I trusted my instincts. Of course that meant the two hour drive mushroomed into about three and I only found Tumbledown Mountain by accident when I took a back road and spotted a small “Tumbledown Mountain” sign nailed to a tree {signage could be better}.

Now I have walked some trails in New York — Estabrook, Sampson and the infamous Taughannock {https://wisdomfromafather.com/2012/12/06/ouch-oowe-ow/}. They were well marked. Here, there was a loop head parking lot, but no indication where the trail began. About a couple of miles further, there … STOP

… was another parking area — also with no signs of a trail.

About to give up, I headed back, but thought, what the heck, I would park in the loop head parking lot and actually take a little hike if I found a trail.

I did, but only got about a quarter mile in when the bugs and mosquitoes got the best of me {I hope none were visiting from the Caribbean with zika in tow}, so I turned back and went to the car. Project Tumbledown fail.

As I pulled out to head back home, I noticed a trail sign about 100 yards up the road and in about 30 feet. It had an outhouse and since nature was calling, I stopped. Sure enough, it was the Brook Trail head leading to the pond. So I turned around, returned to the parking area and attempted another shot at the elusive pond.

I wasn’t really prepared for hiking {long pants and sneakers, no bug repellent and no water} and I really don’t know what I was thinking {what else is new}. But I did have my walking stick {cane} and I was determined to give it a shot.

You see, Tumbledown Pond is on top of Tumbledown Mountain. So the trail — indicated as 1.8 miles and a moderate trek — actually ascends about 1,600 feet. The first 100 yards or so were rocky and flat, but then came the ravines and uphill climb.

It was interesting. I really didn’t have too much of a problem. I met a couple of 20-something girls and their friendly dog about a quarter mile in, who cheered me on with words of encouragement. “It’s worth the walk,” they said as pooch nearly licked my arm off.

If I read the markers right — about every tenth of a mile — I got in a little over a mile {I counted 11 markers} when the doubts started creeping in. My legs and knee were complaining and my toes told me they were tired of the wet {did I mention the ravines?} and bumps of the rocks. My mind told me I was crazy {okay, we all know that}. My imagination kicked in. If I collapsed on the trail, no one would ever find me {did I tell you my phone GPS took the afternoon off?}. I wondered what wild animals might be watching in anticipation of a week’s worth of food with leftovers. The mosquitoes and other bugs were attracted to me like a bug light. My eyes saw just another steeper road ahead. It was getting later — by this time it was nearing 6 p.m.

All I could get

All I could get

I gave up 😦 turned around and headed back to the car.

Actually, I feel I accomplished a lot. For a desk and easy chair jockey, I wandered out of my comfort zone and actually walked about a 2 1/2 miles — or about 10 times more than I have walked in, well, probably two or three years. I didn’t fall or trip, thanks to my walking stick {cane}. Okay, I almost fell once … standing still trying to get a picture.  And I wasn’t pooped. I wasn’t huffing or puffing. In fact, when I got back to the car, I felt my pulse {I’ve been doing that a lot lately}, expecting it to be racing. It was a nice steady, normal beat, a real accomplishment since I’ve been in a-fib for the past few weeks.

On the way down I could feel the presence of my two cheerleaders. Sonni was cheering me on for trying something out of character {remember the Taughannock story?}. I could “see” her dancing on the rocks  like seasoned hikers do.

Karen was cheering me, too. Although she liked to walk, I’m not sure she would have ventured on the trail. I think she was cheering at the prospect I might be joining her soon. Naaah. She’s enjoying the peace and quiet … and sanity.

So, two cheers for me. I will be back — better prepared.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The one who snores will fall asleep first.

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Five Minute Friday — Expect

Here’s this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday.

This week’s prompt is EXPECT. The timer is set … so here goes. {clock starts now}

It’s Saturday. Did you really expect a Five Minute Friday on Friday?

Seriously, I was told the other day I was predictably unpredictable … a structured free spirit.

I never really heard that description before, so when I pressed further, I was told people expect me to act or react in a certain way … only they never know what to expect because I typically put my own spin on things.

Hmmm

I hadn’t thought of that before … but yes, I suppose it’s pretty much true, not only for me but for most of us. We are expected to act or react a certain way by others. And we set the bar on how we expect ourselves to act and react. It’s based on our history, right or wrong.

It’s those in between times that catch people unaware — ourselves included. I expect to act with integrity and poise with a little bit of humor thrown in. But I don’t always and that throws me off and surprises others.

No one is exempt from the expectation … STOP

… game. Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges — and opportunities — our way. Even Jesus faced these moments. I don’t think He expected to turn water into wine at Cana, nor did He expect His troops to fall asleep in the garden. Oh, wait, He probably did expect that.

The point is not the dealing with unplanned challenges, but the how … and sometimes that is not what is expected.

Well, that’s what popped into this mind this week.

You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on a specific prompt word. The initiative continues at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/05/19/five-minute-friday-expect/) where a host of us gather to share our thoughts in a “fast-writing, free-flowing, faith-building community” [Kate’s word I heartily echo] with often not a perfect post, not a profound post, but just five minutes of focused writing. Hope you stop by. And you’re always welcome to join in!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: All the good ones, no matter what it is, are taken.

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Five Minute Friday — Grow

Are we ready for some writing?

That’s right, it’s time for Five Minute Friday on, of course, Saturday. Here I gather with other talented writers to share our free-range thoughts on a specific prompt word for five minutes {more or less} at Kate’s Place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/05/12/five-minute-friday-grow/). It’s unscripted writing … just let the creative juices flow. The rules – actually there are very few rules – are at Kate’s place. It’s a great place to visit and see where the creative minds go. If you get a chance, be sure to visit. And you’re always welcome to contribute your two cents {that’s five minutes} worth.

The prompt word this week is GROW. The timer is set for five minutes, so let’s GO

As I was driving, I was thinking about today’s {yesterday’s} assignment when I noticed a mama horse with her little one nuzzled next to her. As I passed the next farm – farming is big in upstate New York – there was a cow with her calf … then little sheep snuggled up to their moms and chicks running around with the bigger chickens. On my way back, I noticed the mama horse lying down with her colt nestled safely inside her hoofs.

Then I noticed how fast the grass is growing, including those cute little yellow dots. Ditto for the rose bushes.

And I remembered last weekend when I was at my grandson’s graduation. My, how he has grown from that little bundle I held 21 years ago. Ditto for all my grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I couldn’t believe how much Addy grew in just six months!

In a more introspective moment as a screen saver shot of our wedding popped up, I was amazed at how much I changed. It sparked a thought about how much my life has changed, grown, … STOP

… from the days running around the bases on a makeshift field on East 19th Street in Paterson, NJ, to my high school and college years, to my first job which evolved into a career, to my wedding and life as a family guy … How things changed. How everything grew – just as nature plans it.

The same goes for my faith. From rote answers to sometimes deeper theological thought, I have come to appreciate my best Friend better. I’ve even gotten to the point of knowing when I am being dragged by my best Friend and, more important, when I am being carried in His strong arms.

Yes, people, animals and flora grow. That’s part of nature. But I know who created that natural order.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.

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Five Minute Friday — Miss

It’s Friday … or Saturday … or Sunday … no Monday. But it is still time for Five Minute Friday.

Under Kate Motaung’s direction at http://katemotaung.com/2016/05/05/five-minute-friday-miss/, hundreds of bloggers rally around a themed word and, well, write for five minutes. No rules. No backtracks. Nothing profound. Not perfect. Just five minutes of writing, letting the Spirit move you.

It’s really fun to let your mind wander and weave words together into some coherent thought. But it is more fun to see what our Five Minute friends and neighbors have to say. Typically, a simple word … some interesting thoughts

Our word this week is MISS.

The timer is set for five minutes, so let’s GO

Did you miss me?

Yeah, it’s Monday, not even Sunday, not Saturday and certainly not Friday. But I don’t like to miss this exercise.

The delay is because I wouldn’t miss another watershed family moment … my grandson’s graduation from Defiance College {way to go Ryan!}. A combination of driving, a balky laptop, a glitch with the hotel’s Internet, visiting and — well — life just kept delayed writing this post. {although I did write it Sunday morning, but didn’t get a chance to post until now}

But it did give me time to reflect on the word “miss.” Family time — watershed times, milestones — just can’t be wasted. We all have to savor those moments, re-live those memories of when the tyke was born and how he progressed through his relatively short life thus far and, of course, etching new memories in the file banks of our mind. It’s more important than sitting down and writing a post. I mean, I could write this any time — Friday, Saturday, Sunday, whenever. But he graduated just once — at this particular moment in time. The same holds true with all the moments of life.

But I did miss one things, not sharing the moment with Karen. STOP

…She lived for these moments. And this was supposed to be our time to share those memories together.

The message I want to share is simple. Take advantage of these non-missable moments, especially with family.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you a mechanic.

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Five Minute Friday — Pass

I played hooky yesterday and headed to the Jersey shore for some re-centering. So, naturally, my Five Minute Friday assignment — which I usually post on Saturday {you have to know me to understand} — has been pushed to Sunday. I may have played hooky, but I still had an assignment that was due … an an eager group of writers awaiting me at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/04/28/five-minute-friday-pass/) to join in the fun.

Seriously, stop by and see what amazing words flow from their collective minds. And don’t be afraid to join in the writing fun!!!

This week’s prompt is PASS. I’ve set the time for five minutes, so let’s GO

I’m going to get into trouble for this one, especially with my children. So, first a caveat …

I am not depressed. I am not sad, I don’t have a black cloud following me around. In fact, I’m doing okay!

I have a routine I follow. I get up and chat with my kids {see https://wisdomfromafather.com/2016/04/24/my-crazy-kids/}, do some study {I’m laboring through Amos trying to find something encouraging}, check my e-mails, Facebook and WordPress. Visit the webcams at http://www.exit82.com/beach-cam/ {Seaside Heights, NJ, for my ocean fix} and http://www.centertheatre.org/web-cam-2/ {which gives me a snapshot of life in Dover-Foxcroft, ME, with my apartment complex in the background}.

Then I get to work. Daily, I send friends and family just a thought and a whimsical and/or inspirational photo. Mondays, I send words for the week. Wednesdays I forward some midweek mirth. Friday {okay, usually Saturday} I write my Five Minute Friday post with others smattered along the week.

Someday that will all change. My daily ritual will …STOP

pass it on…be no more. The chats will end. The thoughts will be a memory. The words for the week will cease. There will be no more smiles on Wednesday (okay, so maybe few people smile at the mirth anyway}. There will be no more posts.

You see, I will pass on from this earthly venture to the next, more exciting everlasting adventure. It may be today. It may be tomorrow. It may be next week … or month … or year … or many, many more years away.

The point is, I am just passing through — as are you. Things change. People come and, unfortunately, go.  The only absolute truth is we just have one moment, one heartbeat at a time. And it’s up to us to make sure we live those heartbeats to the fullest.

When I pass, I hope my legacy will be the words and actions of inspiration, the sometimes witty posts and jokes. I’m hoping that’s what the Lord focuses on at judgment day, not the indiscretions and omissions of my imperfect life. I hope to find Him laughing at one of my jokes as He reaches out His hand in welcome.

And I’m hoping my family keeps the legacy going. I do have a host of “just a thoughts”,  “temporary files” with hundreds of photos and “midweek mirth” jokes to keep them smiling for years. I’m hoping they will continue to inspire and laugh after I pass.

This, too, shall pass. In the meantime,  keep the light shining and pass it on.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: A babysitter is a teenager acting like an adult while the adults are out acting like teenagers.

 

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In the Blink of an Eye — Epilogue 3

Before wrapping up this journey, I had to say thank you to my children for giving me permission to share this behind the scenes look at my 40-plus year adventure with Karen. Karen, of course, is/was the best thing that ever happened to me. She completed me. I was happy to share our life together — for better, for worse — and paint another side of her. And I am so thankful for the hundreds who have followed the journey, laughed with us, cried with us and acknowledged her existence. This was the purpose of the book and posts, sharing her memory with those who follow. This was her legacy.

funny frontfunny insideAnd now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love …
I Corinthians 13:13

I chose the songs for Karen’s memorial … a blend of contemporary Christian, with some pop and country. I think she would have pretty much picked the same songs. They all had a special, personal meaning for her … Remember When … I’ll Walk With You and Testify from Touched By An Angel … Ave Marie from the Heavenly Harp CD featuring Erica Goodman, which she slept to during the last few months of her life … How You Live by Point of Grace … and a number of tracks by the Celebrant Singers. One is Be Still, a song that reflects the pain of loss. I don’t know how that made the cut. It was actually one I was going to make sure she listened to had I been the first to go … and it’s ministering to me. Don’t you hate that!

I also picked Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion from the movie Up Close and Personal. Little did I know in her letter to me, Mom wrote, “The song Celine sang, Because You Loved Me, puts into words what I never could. It is how I always felt for you. I love you sweetie. I always have, with all my heart and soul. I’ll see you again in Eternity.”

That’s your mother as seen through my teary eyes. She was a complex woman … sometimes child-like and other times speaking with the wisdom that came with maturity … vulnerable yet strong … compassionate and passionate … anxious yet content … realistically optimistic … unconditionally loving and caring … sentimental yet grounded … cheerful and sad … content yet restless … accomplished … relaxed and stressed … insecure yet secure … self-effacing yet confident.

We all hurt her in so many ways. She may have written some of them down, but she never counted them. In the end, it was her love that shined through.

We had something special. No, we had 40 years of something special. We didn’t agree on everything, but we agreed on the important things. And there was nothing more important to each of us than each other. We always had each other’s back.

We all hserious frontave some regrets. If I had it all to do over again, I probably would change some of my reactions. I would have listened more, talked more, communicated better. But I don’t think I would have changed anything substantively. I loved your Mom just for being her … the way she was. And I know she loved me for just being me … the way I was … faults and all.

It was a great ride.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The world is full of willing people … some willing to work and some willserious insideing to let them.

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My Crazy Kids

When I finally got to move to Maine, albeit on a temporary basis, my children were, well, less than enthusiastic. Somehow they did not think I could take care of myself — especially my daughters.

To ease their minds, I told them — along with their brothers — I would send a photo each day and simply say “Good morning.”

The exercise has taken a life of its own.

IMG_20160129_081339505Each morning, I send them a “Good morning” and photo … and the conversations begin. Just about every day, all five of them get involved. We planned the Thanksgiving trip to Ohio through Messenger, following travel progress to and fro. We’ve shared photos and “happenings”. I’ve confused them about my whereabouts with pictures from NY, NJ, ME and elsewhere randomly.

But the fun part is the conversations. Take this morning for example. It went like this …

Me: Good morning troops. Love the video (sent my by daughter-in-law with the Massachusetts kids saying they loved me after posting a video of them saying they love their dad by “mistake” to the group)

Dee: Good morning everyone.

Six minutes later.

Me: It’s Sunday. We must be the early birds. How were your worms?

Dee: I stepped on them .. haha. I’ve never understood that saying. Why would anyone want a worm?

Me: Because the worms come out at night and the early birds catch them. The late birds have to find them and work harder.

Dee: Oh … I get it. All these years … I have a fear of birds so I never would known such a thing. I don’t like to look at them let alone study their habits.

Joe: Morning.

Nicolle: You didn’t know Dee was afraid of birds?

Dee: It all started that time daddy took us to the place I don’t remember and the geese attacked …

Scott: … If you don’t remember, did it really happen?

Nicolle: I don’t remember that.

Dee: Haha … it happened!

Scott: … that must be why I am afraid of being eaten by gargoyle aliens from the planet Crouton when daddy took me to that place one time.

Dee: Hahaha … but really, it happened!! Dad, I need some help here …

Nicolle: He’s at church, no saving you for at least 20 more minutes.

Scott: He is currently being chased by rabid bunnies that are rebelling from too many Easter Day deliveries.

Nicolle: I’m afraid of spiders, must be because of my sister. Bwahahaha, someone is full of it today {referring to Scott’s contribution}.

Dee: You guys …

Nicolle: You started it

Dee: Joe was there … he knows. He better speak up here today!!

Scott: I supposed that’s why you freak out playing Duck, Duck, Goose too? 🙂

Nicolle: He pleads the 5th.

Joe: I vaguely remember … Wasn’t traumatic for me … Lol

Scott: Well, hopefully she doesn’t remember the time on the farm with the cows … surprised she’s not a vegetarian. Oh the torture they inflicted on her!

Scott: AND THE SQUIRRELS! I can’t believe I almost forgot about the squirrels

Dee: I do hate squirrels …

Me: I remember the geese attack … One of our trips in Illinois. But a goose isn’t a real bird like a swallow or raven. It’s amazing how we (you) went from worms to birds to spiders to squirrels. I guess we have our crazy on this morning.

Scott: We’re a pretty imaginative group.

Nicolle: Well some of us are anyway.

Well. That was just THIS morning. You should of listened in to some of the conversations we’ve had over the past months. On second thought, maybe it’s better don’t

I love these guys!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were.

 

 

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Fiver Minute Friday — United

Sometimes, I impress myself. It’s Friday and I’m writing my Five Minute Friday post! As you know, I don’t usually get around to it until Saturday.

I’m always honored to join my fellow bloggers at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/04/21/five-minute-friday-unite/) to share thoughts on our prompt word of the week. There are some incredible insights gleaned from the crew. I always get something out of their posts as I read what others write. Take a minute to visit … and you’re always welcome to contribute! Kate has the rules posted at her site {there aren’t many and nothing restrictive}.

So, let’s set the time for five minutes and see where this goes on the prompt word UNITE. GO

This might be a little off topic. When I first saw the prompt, I immediataly thought of being united as one body … or as I like to say, That All May Be One in Christ.

But I decided not to make this a “religious” post, but rather share an experience I talked about a few years ago when a group of guys came together and united in friendship for breakfast and fellowship.

Roger Bonjour, Richard Goetz, Tom Gilkey, John Groh, Bill Keller, Jeff Lindgren, Howard Ludlow, John McNeil, Joe Musser, Ed Niday, Jim Orcutt, Alan Rowe, Dave Smith, Lynn Snyder, Dale Weinreich.

I’ll get back to those names in a minute. I have to digress a bit and give you a history lesson — my faith history lesson. I was born and raised a Catholic, drifted away, returned, drifted away, returned and drifted away.

I remember as a young Boy Scout, I signed up for a trip to the famous churches in New York City {and a badge} like the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, St. Patrick’s Cathedral and others. I was excited until my parish priest admonished me to stay out of “those” churches that weren’t, shall we say, of the Catholic persuasion. I stayed on the bus for the first stop, but ventured with the other scouts into the rest.

Guess what?

The buildings didn’t collapse on me. I wasn’t indoctrinated. I enjoyed the architecture and was in awe of the stained glass windows. “Those” churches weren’t much different in structure and functionality than my traditional Catholic churches.

That was probably my — no — it was my first exposure outside my faith comfort zone and the first time I questioned why there were so many different denominations, although I didn’t think about it much after getting back home, you know, with baseball and football and basketball going on.

My first “drift” was after we got married, but we {Karen and I} returned to familiar surroundings after the kids started coming. My second drift came when, as a member of the Parish Council, I was aghast when the pastor’s secretary interrupted a Council meeting to tell the priest a caller was on the phone about a person who had died and he blurted out, “He’ll still be there when I’m done here.” My next drift came when my dear wife was “born again” … STOP

… and it became too cumbersome for us to attend different services at different churches. She was considering joining the Church of the Open Bible, but we agreed to church shop and find a compromise between the Pentecostal and Catholic traditions. We settled on a Baptist church, first in Belvidere, IL, and later in Rockford, IL.

Back to the names.

I’m not sure why or how I started going, but I was introduced to an informal men’s bible study. We met every Thursday morning for breakfast at a restaurant in Rockford. Over a bottomless coffee cup and an English muffin or bacon and eggs, we shared our week’s successes and failures, prayed with each other and dove into Scripture.

I wouldn’t recognize any of them today {nor they me}, but I remember the sessions. Here we were, 16 men from different professions, from different faiths, from different experiences, gathered together for fellowship and study. We never got hung up on denominational doctrines, although we did broach potentially explosive issues.

What struck me most about this group, however, is how close we became. When I re-injured my back, I had visits from every one of them, either before or after surgery, at home or while I was in the hospital.

That was my first real taste of ecumenism and it made a profound impression that has colored my Christian view ever since.

Ironically, my last “drift” in Illinois ended with my joining the Catholic press — go figure — in Toledo, OH, and Washington, DC. I took on the assignments as a ministry and my mantra was trying to bridge the denominational gap between Catholics and other denominations. My readers seemed to appreciate the initiative, but the conservative hierarchy was not quite as accepting … leading to another drift into the Reformed tradition {where I actually became an elder} and most recently as a Presbyterian {where I am also an elder}.

I still don’t like denominational labels. I prefer to call myself a Christian … something I have done for well over 50 years.

Thanks to a group of 16 guys who commandeered the back of a restaurant in Rockford, I understood the meaning of 1 Corinthians 12 and I long for the day when all will be one.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Junk is something you throw away three weeks before you need it.

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