Tuesday, December 05, 2006

What is in the bottom of your frig?


One of the items on my list of things to accomplish today is to clean out the refrigerator. You know, throw out old food, wash the shelves, reorganize the regular inhabitants so that they're easy to find and use.

Every thing was going along smoothly until I hit the vegetable bin; then, I found something that I think used to be a cucumber. Yuck!

I washed up the bin and threw out the old food. I even found some leftovers in the freezer that we'll have for dinner tonight - hooray for not having to come up with a menu for dinner at 6:00 pm when I arrive home from work, and I'm tired from the day. I also found some still-good lettuce and other salad makings, which I chopped up and will use for my lunch today, and for dinner tonight.

While emptying the frig, I got to thinking about how I sometimes feel like what I found in the bottom of the vege bin... growing older, maybe a little moldy around the edges, in need of cleansing and renewal. While washing the bin, I thought of being washed by Jesus and being made clean again. And, while chopping up the vegetables for the salad, I thought of how God uses each of us to accomplish something for him; something that may not be easily accomplished individually, but when blended together, brings forth a completely new accomplishment.

I pray that you will be open to God's plan for you today.

2 Corinthians 4:16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Things to think about...

Sunday evening, as a part of our monthly congregational family night, our youth minister showed the film "Invisible Children" for anyone who wanted to see it. If you don't know anything about "Invisible Children," I invite you to go to their website - http://www.invisiblechildren.com . This is the story of 3 young men who traveled to northern Uganda and discovered children as young as 8 years old who were being abducted from their villages and homes, brainwashed, and forced to fight and kill. It is a sobering story.

I contrast that with my occasional complaining about things that aren't the way I want them to be. There is no excuse. Lord, please forgive me for my ungratefulness.

Thursday is Thanksgiving. For you, I hope that you will find a blessing in the day; and, if you think about it for a few minutes, abundant blessings!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Giving Thanks

I was supposed to be born on Thanksgiving, and my name was almost Diane. Upon my entrance to this world, I weighed slightly more than 5 pounds.

Today I begin the countdown of 365 days until I've lived for a half century. I don't know whether to rejoice or say "ouch".

But in reality I am astounded and thankful.

Astounded because I'm 49. How did that happen? I remember thinking that was so old! I don't feel much differently inside than I did when I was 25, although I'm grateful to have learned a few things along the way.

Thankful for so many things: life, husband, children, family, friends, joys, sorrows, challenges, blessings, the big things, and mostly the small things.

What will the next 365 days will bring?

This is the day the LORD has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

Friday, November 10, 2006

God's Creation

There is nothing like an Arizona sunset -



- or desert mountains



to awaken you to His creation.


For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities — his eternal power and divine nature — have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. Romans 1:20 (NIV)

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Random musings...

I confess to being at a small loss for words - hence not much blogging recently. Just a few thoughts on my mind....

Are you tired of the political TV ads, computer generated phone calls, and the mega-conglomeration of signs posted at street corners? What an honor to be able to vote and live in the U.S.A! But, shameless campaigning for propositions that have hidden agendas and meanings, along with the smear campaigns by the competing candidates leave me anxious for the entire process to be over. We voted early, by mail, after spending several hours one evening pouring over the ballot and assorted campaign literature. 20 propositions are up for vote in So. Arizona, along with heated races between the candidates for Congress and the state legislature. Voting is sort of like investing - past performance (good or bad) is not a guarantee for future results (good or bad).

Are you looking forward to the new season of 24 in January? You can watch the trailer at http://www.24trailer.com/ . Scary! What will happen to Jack Bauer?! Some of the conservative radio talk shows have new lingo - people calling in saying they're a "Jack Bauer Conservative." Interesting thought, although I confess I'm not sure exactly what that means - perhaps having the ability to assess a situation quickly, act decisively without remorse, while all the while putting yourself in harm's way? Thoughts?

A Christian brother of ours is currently serving in Iraq and his newsletters home bring the far-away war to a sobering reality. Whether you agree with the war or not, the fact remains that we have many brave men and women serving overseas with honor. Here I sit at my computer, quietly drinking a cup of coffee. Our friend asks that we pray for peace.

There was another obituary in the paper the other day of yet another person who died of melanoma, at the young age of 46. Last month there was someone who was only 31. Keep wearing your sunscreen! I guess you don't have to deal with too many needless deaths to understand why my dermatologist is aggressive in removing suspicious growths.

We are enjoying our study in Biblical Archaeology - learning about places where Jesus, Abraham, Herod (the Great and Agrippa and Antipas), Pontius Pilate, and Paul lived and walked are enlightening. It is interesting to note that many places have been recently (in archaeological terms) excavated. The only known physical evidence of Pilate's existence was found in Caesarea (Maritima) in the 1950's, a reused stone plaque in the theater that was remodeled in the 3rd century C.E. (Common Era, replaced the old A.D.). The inscription reads "...the Tiberium, which Pontius Pilate, the Prefect of Judea, gave and dedicated." The stone plaque measures 32 by 27 inches. Pilate held the office of Prefect of Judea from 26 to 36 C.E. and lived in Caesarea. To build the harbor at Caesarea, the Herodian builders utilized hydraulic concrete, invented by the Romans. It was comprised of mortar, volcanic sand, pumice and lime, and because it was 3 times denser than water, it had the capability of hardening beneath the ocean surface - quite an accomplishment 2000 years ago. The Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem stands over the temple that was destroyed in 70 C.E. How do you suppose they moved 200 ton blocks to build the temple, of which now remains part of the Wailing Wall? Moving 200 tons is a challenge in this day even with huge earth moving equipment.

Just a few thoughts on my mind. What's on your mind?

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Habitual Tendencies

Do you have any habits?

Thinking of that question, did you immediately think of a good habit or a bad habit? I thought of a bad habit.

What makes a good habit? What makes a bad habit? And, how do they start?

A definition of habit (among others) according to Webster - a settled tendency or usual manner of behavior; a : a behavior pattern acquired by frequent repetition or physiologic exposure that shows itself in regularity or increased facility of performance b : an acquired mode of behavior that has become nearly or completely involuntary.

Now I can think of some bad habits that are almost completely involuntary, but it is harder for me to think of some good habits in that light. Perhaps our good habits don’t create guilt or negative feelings, so we can just consider them part of our daily routine?

Related words, according to Webster’s Online Thesaurus: addiction; disposition; bent, inclination, proclivity, tendency, turn; convention, form, mode, style; usage; manners, mores; groove, rote, routine, rut; affectation, airs, pose; attribute, characteristic, mark, trait; oddity, peculiarity, quirk, singularity, tic; strangeness, weirdness.

What do you think of the related words routine and rut; characteristic and trait; and, how do they fit into your habits?

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Skidboot the dog

A friend from work sent this link. If you have a few minutes, I recommend watching this video about Skidboot the dog. It is a special story.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5249518974978628334&q=skidboot&hl=en

Monday, October 09, 2006

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

There is something to be said for laughing.

Friday evening a friend and I surprised another friend to celebrate a birthday that ends in ZERO, and whisked her off to dinner and a campy audience-involved mystery theatre. Four actors, improvised script, great imaginative lines and music, and just plain fun. (The actor in drag turned out to be an alumni of my high school that I remembered. Although he did not remember me, it was perfectly fine because he was almost scary!)

The 3 of us have been friends for more than 20 years - through kids growing, houses moving, jobs changing, and more. As always, we had a wonderful time together. And we laughed.

Maybe you've heard the phrase "laughter is the best medicine." On a whim, I did a search on 'laughter' and found more than 15,000 websites dedicated to laughter. Did you know there is laughter yoga? To find out how laughter works physiologically, visit http://www.howstuffworks.com/laughter.htm. Whatever the effect, we just had fun. I came away from the weekend feeling lighter, and less bogged down.

I hope my friends had as much fun as I did. Happy Birthday!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

I wish we'd ______ more while you were still here...

I've just finished reading the new book by Mitch Albom, "for one more day." In case you've never read one of Mitch Albom's books, he also wrote "Tuesdays with Morrie" and "The Five People You Meet in Heaven."

They're an easy read, yet somewhat thought provoking.

With his newest book, the author is asking the question - if, for one more day, you could go back and spend a day with a person in your life who has died, who was special to you, would you do it? Could you do it? The main character in this novel is a man who has an opportunity to spend one more day with his mother.

Who doesn't desire the chance to make a wrong, right? To utter once more the words "I love you" or "I miss you" or "I'm sorry?"

What an interesting concept.

My mother died of lung cancer a month to the day I was married, when I was 23 years old. I have now lived more years without her than I lived with her - a sobering thought. I have regrets. Having your parent die when you are just out of college and haven't yet really lived leaves a whole litany of "what ifs".

I believe the whole point of the book is really to live your life in such a way as to not have regrets, but I'd still love the opportunity for one more day.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

This and That

The Big Kahuna in our home turned 51 today... I made his favorite dessert and cooked a delicious meal. We went out Saturday night to celebrate.


I've been contemplating on the passage in Ecclesiastes on a time for everything - chapter 3, verses 1-8:

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.


Now reread the same passage thinking of situations in your life where you have scattered or gathered, loved or hated, been silent or spoken. Or think of a time when someone knew when it was time to give you an embrace or time to refrain. I've been contemplating on this for awhile.

We are still missing our Shorty although the burden is easing. He was in so much pain that it is somewhat of a relief knowing he doesn't have to endure that any longer. His cremated remains are sitting on our mantle for a time. We aren't currently searching for another pet. I want to honor his memory for awhile, and I think I'll know when we're ready again... but I still look at the classifieds and pet photos regularly.

There is a good article for ministers by Gordan MacDonald on knowing when it is the right time to leave a church and seek a new position. Having seen some good separations, and some not-so-good separations, I thought this was well presented. Although written for ministers and their churches, it has application for the secular job world as well. You can find the article at this address: http://www.ctlibrary.com/le/2002/summer/4.36.html.

Have a blessed day!

Friday, September 15, 2006

A Time for Everything



Shorty
May 16, 1994 - September 12, 2006

aka Short-stuff, Bubba, Buddy, Baby, Pumpkin-Pie

A wonderful dog and a part of our family.
Faithfully waited by the door every day for us to return home.
Loved going on walks until he couldn’t walk anymore.

Favorites

Hide and Seek Hold him still, count to 10, let Amy run and hide, and Shorty would come find her, and was tenacious in his pursuit.

Playing Ball (learned at the age of 8—proof that you can teach an old dog new tricks!)

His ‘babies’ that he never ‘killed’ but sometimes wounded, by ripping out the squeakers.

Kong (hunting cookies, what could be more fun?! Thanks, Allison!)

Sleeping on his back with his feet in the air; or, sleeping with his feet on the wall.

Attacking the ironing board… serious fun with loss of all rational control

Barking whenever the phone rang… certainly proving Pavlov's theory. As a herding dog, Shorty would chase and ‘herd’ any family member when they ran. When the girls were young, they would run to answer the phone when it rang. Soon, the phone ringing became cause for barking, which prompted feeding to quiet him, which prompted more barking, and so on...

Eating - carrots, cucumbers, Cheerios, dog cookies, plums, apples, toast, rice, chicken, anything we ate, and his dog food

Shorty came to live with us in 1995 when Amy, at the age of 9, decided she wanted a pure-bred dog. She asked, "If I save all my money from Christmas, my birthdays, my allowance, whenever I have money, could I buy a Welsh Corgi?" Thinking that there was no way she would save the amount of money required for this breed, we said "Yes, if you save all your money, you can use it to buy a dog."

Amy started looking through the classified section of the newspaper, and found an ad for someone who wanted to sell a Corgi for $100. We went to look at the dog, whose name was Winston. He was 9 months old. The couple who now owned him had acquired him from an elderly couple who had owned this young dog (they'd named Skeeter) from the time he was a puppy. It seems that Skeeter ate a rather good sized rock in their back yard and had to have it surgically removed from his stomach. Believing that he'd probably try the same trick again if he continued living in their home, the elderly couple gave Skeeter to this couple who already owned another Corgi. Well, Winston (formerly Skeeter) and their own Corgi had a wonderful time chasing each other around the back yard all day long, barking and generally having a simply wonderful time! Unfortunately, the husband worked nights and needed to sleep during the day and couldn't stand all the noise... hence, they'd decided to keep their Corgi and find a new home for Winston.

For Amy, it was love at first sight. We went back to pick up Winston, and introduced him at the park to our other dog Buffy. We gave Winston a new name - Shorty. Now at the age of 21, Amy hardly remembers a time when Shorty wasn't with us.

Many people will say that a dog is just a pet. For us, Shorty was part of our family and we will forever miss him.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Urban Legends


It happened again today.

I received an e-mail from someone who forwarded something they assumed was correct, which also happened to be something they really wanted to believe.

Wikipedia defines Urban Legends as the following:
Urban legends are a kind of folklore consisting of stories often thought to be factual by those circulating them (see rumor). The term is often used with a meaning similar to the expression "apocryphal story." Urban legends are not necessarily untrue, but they are often false, distorted, exaggerated, or sensationalized. Despite the name, urban legends do not necessarily take place in an urban setting. The name is designed to differentiate them from traditional folklore in preindustrial times.


A friend pointed me to this web site some time ago - http://www.snopes.com/ .
If you're ever questioning whether a story or 'urban legend' you've heard is true, go to this web site and search for your story. They have an extensive list, with sources cited.

We've all done it at some point - passed on some juicy piece of news. But before you hit that 'send' or 'forward' key, please check out whether what you are about to send is really true. Let's not spread rumor or gossip no matter who it is about, or how interesting it may seem.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Love-Love


I've been watching a bit of the U.S. Open Grand Slam Tennis championships, and contemplating on the competition.

Did you see the match between Andre Agassi (USA) and Marcos Baghdatis (Cyprus)? A 5-set, hours long, tennis slug-fest between two men, one younger, the other older, both ailing, who pushed through their pain each and every point. Each wanted to win - neither gave up. Volleys were long, points were argued and challenged, each side's gallery rooted for their player to win.

When the match was completed and Agassi had won (6-4, 6-4, 3-6, 5-7, 7-5), the players met at the net to shake hands. Baghdatis spent more than the obligatory time congratulating Agassi, and spoke the most gracious words into the microphone at center court.

Do you think Baghdatis was disappointed in the loss to Agassi? Most assuredly, as was Agassi two days later in his loss to Benjamin Becker. Did you hear any words of condemnation toward the opponent after the match?

Of course we can all remember tennis matches of the past between John MacEnroe or Jimmy Connors and their opponents, and the arguments over umpire's calls. But, usually when the match was over, no mention of the disagreement was made, no furthering of argument was heard. The competition was simply, over. Sportsmanlike conduct is and was required.

Rules of conduct for church disagreement exist as well, but unfortunately, sometimes don't seem to be settled with the graciousness these tennis players exhibited. It hurts my heart to see brothers and sisters in Christ argue their points; then, when one 'side' has lost, continue to berate the other. We know from Acts 15 that Paul and Barnabas had such a sharp disagreement that they parted company (verse 39), each working to spread the Gospel although they had disagreed.

Scripture tells us that Paul later spoke highly of Barnabas and Mark, although their reconciliation is not specifically mentioned (Colossians 4:10; 1 Corinthians 9:6).

So, do you think it is a good idea for Christian siblings to agree to disagree and part company for awhile? Have you ever had a disagreement with a friend and allowed time to heal the wound, then you came back together as friends as if nothing had happened? When one side can agree to disagree but the other side holds firm to their point - then what happens?

Too often, and I'm speaking of myself as well, we dwell in the past. We dwell on points lost, or even gloat over points won.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

I would like to be remembered by my gracious words, as I remembered the gracious words of Marcos Baghdatis. May my conduct today be worthy.

Friday, August 25, 2006

What's bugging you?

I took a walk yesterday after work - thought I'd get some exercise. I thought to myself part way into the walk (picture me walking down the street with a speech bubble over my head), "Wow, this is great. Here I am walking and those nasty little gnats aren't bothering me at all. It must be too cool outside." (It was only about 78 degrees at 6:00 PM.) No sooner than the thought processed through my brain, when swarms of gnats descended. They made this little "eeeekkkkk" sound while trying to fly in my ears, then tried to fly up my nose, landed on any exposed skin, and were just generally annoying. So, half of my walk was fun, the other half was more beneficial aerobically, as I tried to escape the little buggers.

I just went outside with Short-stuff and met up with a lovely female tarantula. I thought for a moment she was dead, so I blew on her - oops, not dead, just napping. She has now wandered off to parts unknown.

Last week after a rain shower we had a lovely, colorful snake on the patio. "Oh," I say to hubby, "there is a snake on the patio." "What kind?", he asks. "I think just a king snake," I reply. Hubby gets up off couch and grabs camera to photograph said snake, then attempts to remove snake from patio with first a dust pan, then a broom. The snake tries to climb up offensive broom - not good! So, I offer some wifely advice: "Why don't you just pick it up at the back of the head and remove it to the wash?" (Of course, you would never catch me doing this!) We watch this snake for a while, who eventually slithers away, then come inside to look him up in our Audubon Society book. Scarily enough he was an Arizona Coral Snake! Scientific comments about this snake include, "Do not handle! Venom is highly dangerous." Hubby did have a good story to tell around the water cooler the next day.

What do you think about the planet Pluto, which was discovered by Clyde Tombaugh at Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff in 1930, being demoted to a dwarf planet? I grew up learning and memorizing the 9 planets of our solar system; how many other so called 'facts' that I've been told were a sure-thing, will be changed to accommodate 'new scientific understanding'? God knows all about the planet we call Pluto - I wonder what God named this planet?

Psalm 147:1, 4-5 (NIV)
Praise the LORD. How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and fitting to praise him! He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit.

One thing that won't change?
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. (Hebrews 13:8, NIV)

Anything bugging you today?

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

A Numbers Game

Do you Sudoku?

Those who do, practice regularly, and are likely addicted to the game. Those who do not, seem to think that those of us who do are, well, warped.



Sudoku is a logic-based placement puzzle. The aim of the puzzle is to enter a numerical digit from 1 through 9 in each cell of a 9x9 grid made up of 3x3 subgrids, starting with various digits given in some cells; each row, column, and region must contain only one instance of each numeral 1 - 9. I find it fun - others find it annoying.

How many times a day do numbers influence our life? A number may represent: time on the alarm clock; the hours slept last night; the caloric content of breakfast, lunch or dinner; the miles driven to work, school, or church, or the grocery store; the ounces, pounds, kilograms or grams of items purchased at the grocery store; the translation of the food just purchased to the weight on the scale; the dollar amount paid for the food; the amount of ready cash in your pocket, checkbook, or coin holder in your car; the mpg my car gets from the number of gallons of gas it will hold; the price of gas; the bill for college tuition due at the end of the month; the rent/mortgage due at the end of the month; the minimum balance due on credit card bill(s); the amount written on the check given to the Lord each week; the number of times we are to forgive someone who has sinned against us; the number of times we ask for forgiveness; how often we pray; the number of books of the Bible; the attendance figures for the assembly last Sunday; the number of people who came to earth as the Messiah and died for our sins; the number on the house that defines our address; the number of bedrooms in our homes. . . well, you get the idea.

Numbers, both large and small, are embedded in our lives. Another way to use numbers that I've not listed above? It is really quite simple, yet also quite complex. This thing, used for millennia, has the power to quiet, create peace, emit emotion, generate hype, cause social unrest, promote debate, create culture and counter-culture, and the love and expression of it becomes part of our profile or personality. Do you know what it is?

This simple, yet complex thing is music. Music is basically sound we hear. But music is primarily how those 8 notes (the octave) are manipulated to create the sounds we hear. There are different pitches, timbres, melodies, and rhythms with different tonal qualities. We play it in our cars and in our homes. We have CDs, radios, computers and iPods to capture it; we use music in our celebrations and in our good-byes to loved ones.


I find it phenomenal that the same basic structure that Brahms used to create his lullaby is the same structure used by heavy metal "musicians", yet we have drastically different results in what we hear. Listen to the 'oldies' and you may be reminded of songs you danced or sang to in your youth - the same songs that caused your parents to cringe when heard. Yet for all the years we've had the ability to create different sounds with music, we continue to find new ways to put the notes together to keep creating new music.

Music is a way we worship our Lord. Nothing compares to a room full of people singing praises to God - beautiful! Read the words of the psalmist below:

Psalm 150 (NLT)
Praise the LORD! Praise God in his heavenly dwelling; praise him in his mighty heaven! Praise him for his mighty works;praise his unequaled greatness! Praise him with a blast of the trumpet; praise him with the lyre and harp! Praise him with the tambourine and dancing; praise him with stringed instruments and flutes! Praise him with a clash of cymbals; praise him with loud clanging cymbals. Let everything that lives sing praises to the LORD!
Praise the LORD!

Let's praise God today. Whether in the car, office, or even the shower - let our singing be beautiful music to His ears.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Queuing


Having traveled on business several times during the past month, I've noticed more than ever the territorial aspects of waiting in line at the airport.

First, you park your car in the "car park" (as my Australian colleague names it), and wait to be picked up by the shuttle. Once the shuttle arrives, you negotiate your luggage and company belongings onboard, then look about for a seat.

Secondly, you arrive at the airline counter. Did you "check-in online"? If not, then you must wait in the long, zig-zagged line of persons waiting to check baggage and obtain their boarding pass. If you did check-in online, then you can go to a shorter, different kiosk line that allows you to complete the check-in process and get your luggage tagged. (By the way, I've learned a new trick for checking in online at SW Airlines: while traveling, I often don't have access to a printer, so I've learned to find a computer and check-in for my flight (up to 24 hours in advance); then, when I arrive at the airport, I can complete the check-in process at the shorter kiosk line and simply ask the touch screen on the computer to reprint my boarding pass. Hooray for the "A" boarding card!)

Next it is time to queue for the security checkpoint. No wait, you first must queue to have your ID and boarding pass checked to make sure they match - then you line up for the security checkpoint. Once at the security checkpoint, you unload video projectors, laptop computers, shoes, jackets, sweaters, purses, etc. into the provided bins. Stepping through security, you once again have your pass checked before you must redress and repack.

Now comes the fun part! Flying Southwest is an adventure in itself when it comes to the boarding process. Currently, SWA boards passengers on their planes according to the appropriate letter on their boarding passes: A, B, or C. The earlier you check-in for your flight, the more likely you are to receive an 'A' boarding pass. The letters correspond to the most likely place you'll sit on the plane: 'A' is mostly equivalent to the front of the plane or seats together (if you're traveling with a group), or at least finding bin space for your carry-on luggage above the seat in which you're sitting; 'B' corresponds to an aisle seat, or a seat toward the middle of the plane, and likely, bin space for your carry-on luggage, but most likely not near your current seat; and, 'C' corresponds to a seat toward the back of the plane, a dreaded middle-seat, or having to gate-check your bag because all the overhead bin space is gone.

It is fun to watch people try to find the most advantageous place to stand, sit, or wait to be closest to the front of the plane. Two flights ago we sat down to wait the requisite hour before our boarding time, sitting in the line of 'A' passes, and were joined by another business traveler. People came and stood around our seats, assuming we were later boarders. When it came time to board, our new fellow traveler said "let's go!", and stood up, elbowed her way in line and boarded the plane.

On my last flight, the queuing process at the gate was, to describe it simply, messed up. There were two gates directly next to one another and the A,B,and C designators radiated from the specific jetway doors at 45 degree angles. The seats however, intersected the purported lines so that it was not obvious where the lines began amongst the sitting area. We thought we were sitting in the appropriate line for our 'B' boarding passes, but unfortunately, we were mistaken. After trying to find the correct line, we finally boarded the plane at the end of the 'A' line, eclipsing our fellow passengers (not on purpose, really!), finding seats in front of the wing, and even finding good bin space!

Now for the rest of the story - The funniest part of this story was the elderly gentleman sitting directly across from us as we waited to be called to board the flight. He had an 'A' boarding card, and calmly waited as people began scurrying around to board. He stepped forward to claim his 'A' spot at the end of the 'A' group, and then stopped. You see, his 'A' boarding pass was for the next flight out of this same gate! He was elated at being the very first in line with his 'A' card.

None of this account describes the sideways glances of people trying to scan my boarding pass to see if they were ahead or behind my boarding. My colleague and I even tried different security lines to see who would beat the other through - competitive, do you think? And a great majority of the plane felt satisfaction that the very last person to board the plane was stuck with the seat next to the young mother with the crying child - a middle seat, of course!

And yet, even though that event took place a few short days ago, future traveling has already changed. Bin space will certainly be much more available. Perhaps as fellow travelers we will be more patient with one another, while once again and at the same time, more suspicious while we wait to board our flight.

It is somewhat ironic how our church experiences can sometimes be the same way. Aren't we quilty at times of queuing up for Heaven?

Trying to be first, or the best, or be standing next to the most popular? Praise God that I don't have to be the earliest to check-in for my trip to Heaven, or worry about bin space. Praise God that He doesn't compare me to my fellow Heaven bound traveler. Praise God that He has provided a way for us, in the form of prayer, to 'check-in online' with Him any time we wish. And, isn't it great that while I've already received my boarding pass, should I lose it, trample it, or misplace it, I can have it "re-printed" with His gracious hand?

Our God is an awesome God!

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Blue Skies and Rainbows...



It has now been raining for 8 hours straight... since 3:45 AM. Rare in Arizona, especially in the last 5 years. We've had two days of temperature highs only in the 80s - even rarer for July. I know it won't rain forever - and if I could actually get through the flowing washes and closed roads, I'd go somewhere. For now, I'll just enjoy the rain and the interrupted chaos.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

It takes a long time to grow an old friend...

A title in today's 'lifestyle' section of our newspaper:

"Keeping Friends" - Americans' inner circles are shrinking, despite technological innovations that make it easier than ever to stay connected

You can read the entire article at this address: http://www.azstarnet.com/accent/139382

The article goes on to state various reasons why there appears to be a 50% decline in the number of persons we consider "close friends", currently counted at 2 (one is a spouse), down from 3, in 1985. The suggestion? Susan Newman, a social psychologist at Rutgers University, attributes the decline in the number of close friends to be related to time and space. "We have less time to devote to our friends." she states. She also adds that "we need to be more intentional about hanging on to the friends we want, and less nervous about letting go of the ones we don't care about as much." (Does that sound harsh to you?)
Matthew Brashears, a researcher at the University of Arizona states that "It's possible, that the Internet and cell phones have led Americans to make a sort of trade. Instead of having three close friends you have coffee with on a regular basis, you might have two close friends and three more you e-mail regularly and talk to weekly on the phone."
So, what does this mean for the average American? Another interesting question - what does it mean for the average church family?
This article does not touch on those Americans who regularly attend church - something that should be bringing us closer together, and would probably change their research statistics. Yet, it is my observation that churches are having a more difficult time finding volunteers to handle servant roles - driving another member to the doctor; taking food for illness or bereavement; babysitting in the church nursery; teaching a Bible class; regularly picking up another member and driving them to church; sacrificing time to organize a women's retreat. Many of these servant roles are being handled by retired church members, members who have the time during the day to complete these needs. Not to down-play their service, but their serving does not relieve the rest of us from the responsibility.
Are we becoming too busy to serve God in our churches? Are we becoming too consumed with 'busy-ness' to maintain old friends and make new friends? Internet, computer, e-mail, instant messaging, blogging (yes, even that!), cell phones, pagers - all take us away from face-to-face contact with another living being. Don't misunderstand me, as I use all of the above mentioned tech tools regularly, as they help me stay in touch with family, especially my daughters, who don't live near me.
But, I wonder? In the time I've spent writing this blog, could I have called a friend and met for coffee? Or, sent a card to encourage a friend? Or ?

Friday, July 21, 2006

Whatever happened....

Have you ever had a particular appointment to keep, been on the way to work, or even on the way to church, and you are running late? You're rushing around, and the phone rings! You know you shouldn't stop to answer the phone, but you do anyway, and find yourself stressed because you're even later than you were before? Then, as you're driving to your intended location you come upon a car accident that has just happened. An accident that requires paramedics and emergency personnel. An accident that you know you may have been involved in had you not stopped to simply answer the phone.
And then you think - would that have been me? You thank God that it wasn't you, and pray for the people to which it did happen.
Have you ever been diagnosed with something or had a life changing event happen that caused you to try to think back to what may have precipitated the onset of the occurrence?

This week, someone gave me this quote: "Whatever happened, something happened before."

Meaning, I suppose, the we may never know the specific details of what forces combined together to place two cars in an intersection such that they crash together; that we may never know the specific carcinogen that invaded our body, only that we now have to fight it; that we may never know what minute particle combined with another to create havoc.
You may have heard of the movie "The Butterfly Effect." I haven't seen the movie (rated R), but I understand the concept. Butterflies flapping their wings off the coast of Africa, can create enough of a wind mass to effect weather in the Atlantic Ocean.
From the simple act of flying, butterflies have the capability to effect (and even affect) thousands of lives across an entire ocean. In science, the butterfly effect is part of chaos theory, or scientifically - The butterfly effect is a phrase that encapsulates the more technical notion of sensitive dependence on initial conditions in chaos theory. Small variations of the initial condition of a dynamical system may produce large variations in the long term behavior of the system.
Thinking on these things, what calms my heart is knowing that God is in control. It would be impossible to have peace were it not so.
Whatever happened, something happened before...
God is and was and will be.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Work?



Ventura, CA



Arch Rock, Anacapa Island, Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary, CA



Well, maybe it didn't seem like work this day.... Check out the Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary at http://channelislands.noaa.gov.

Do you think they have any whales in the ocean?

Friday, July 07, 2006

You never know what you'll find #2...


Strolling past the front door last night... looking for love in all the wrong places... our guest Tarry the Tarantula.
One of God's creations.
Can you see his 8 eyes? The two in front are easily visible, but there are also 3 on each side of his head. This may be a female as males are nearly black at maturity.
Could you have created this wonderful creature? Only God in His infinite wisdom.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776...


The first sentence of the second paragraph of the Declaration of Independence:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
I accessed the web and read the Declaration of Independence today - you can find it at http://www.ushistory.org, along with the Constitution and other historical facts related to the founding of the United States of America. Although the largest signature does indeed belong to John Hancock, other notable historical figures include John Adams (2nd President of the United States), Benjamin Franklin, Samuel Adams, Benjamin Harrison, and Thomas Jefferson (3rd President of the United States).
The men who signed the Declaration were united in purpose even though their ages ranged from 26 to 70 (Ben Franklin).
Four years ago this October, I had the pleasure of traveling to Boston and seeing many historical places associated with the Revolutionary War - our separation from Great Britain. Standing in the Old North Church, and imagining Paul Revere's "one if by land, two if by sea;" walking on Bunker Hill and seeing the place of the first war battle; standing in Concord on the bridge where the first shot was fired; eating in Faneuil Hall (aka Quincy Market); walking the Freedom Trail.
Being able to see those places that signaled the birthplace of our country gives me only a glimpse of what it would be like to travel to Jerusalem or Bethlehem and see where Jesus lived. As the founders of our country were considered radical men, so was Jesus in His time. Imagine our response if a visitor stood up in our assembly and spoke words of purported prophecy and claimed to be the new Messiah! How bold and radical a move by Jesus.
I am grateful to the writers of our constitution for establishing freedom of religion, so that I don't have to hide my worship nor my attendance at church services. May God bless those that persevere to worship Him though they fear the consequences if they are caught.
Happy Fourth of July!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Dry and cracked, a little like the heat


We've reached the point of the summer in Tucson where the earth is parched, the trees look a little withered, and it is a labor to keep any plant alive, even with the cooling refreshment of water.
Yesterday a monsoon rain rolled in - quietly, slowly building in the distance, until it impatiently erupted with a ferocity to relieve itself of its dust, wind, and water. It was welcome - at least the rain was welcome - but the accompanying dust that obscured the roadways caused the death of two people who didn't pull off the freeway far enough out of the line of truck traffic that incessantly moves across I-10.
I've been doing some reading this summer and would like to suggest The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver, and The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd. Amy originally introduced me to Barbara Kingsolver, with her book The Bean Trees. The Poisonwood Bible and The Mermaid Chair are dramatically different but interesting all the same.
The books have been a welcome interlude - a way to occupy my mind from thinking too much about a little dog with degenerative neurological issues, and a respite from feeling dry and cracked, a little like the heat.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

We got the news today that our former next door neighbor of 15 years, died immediately of a heart attack on Tuesday while biking. He was only 45 years old, and leaves a wife and 3 kids (ages 19, 15, & 13). Pat was a terrific neighbor, good friend, and a wonderful husband and father.
That leads to the question - why? Why does God allow death in people who are happy in life, secure in their obedience, and good examples of humankind? Surely You must really need his help for you to take him from here.
So, Pat, I'm sorry that I never told you how much we appreciated your being there for Amy when she came home from school in 1997 to find out I was in the hospital; and thanks for being such a kind neighbor to help fix the fuse on our air conditioner more than once, so we wouldn't roast; and thanks for driving me down to Lindsay/Broadway when Allison had her car accident and no one else was home. But, most of all, thanks for being the person you were to your family. Your love for your wife and kids was obvious - and they loved you too.
God be with you 'til we meet again.

Monday, June 05, 2006


Aloha!
This photo was taken in Ka'anapali, looking toward Black Rock (foreground) and Molokai (background).
We loved our visit to the Hawaiian Valley Isle of Maui and enjoyed all it has to offer.
We hope to go back in a year or so and snorkel again with the sea turtles, needle fish, puffer fish, buttlerfly fish, banner fish, reef trigger fish, and of course, humuhumunukunukuapua'a.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Mothers and Daughters


One of the gifts I received for Mother's Day was a darling plaque that reads,

"Mirror mirror on the wall, I have become my mother after all."

I suppose in some ways that is true, but in other ways, I am not my mother. My mother died at the young age of 50, and I missed a lot of time seeing and understanding what her life was really like.
For example:
What would it be like to raise teenagers (not that I was ever a problem teen)?
What were her hopes and dreams?
What was her favorite pet?
What was her favorite vacation?
What were her favorite memories of me as a child?
Who took her to the prom? What did she wear?
How did she manage work and home and me and dad and extended family and friends and stay on top of it all?
When marriage stresses came up, how did she deal with it?
How did she develop an adult relationship with her mother?
The hard part about wondering about the answers to these questions, is also knowing that I'll never really know the answers. My mother dying young eliminated any chance of an adult relationship between mother and daughter. What young adult of 23 and newly married, really understands death? I was too wrapped up in graduating from college, starting a new job, and getting married to even consider the fact that she was going to die. Oh, I knew it was a possibility because lung cancer is serious business, but I refused to even consider the possibility.
The above picture was taken on my parent's honeymoon to the Grand Canyon in 1953. I am thankful to have recently found a group of pictures with the captions written on the back, that have given me some insight to my mom as a young woman. I miss you Mom.
My prayer is that my daughters and I will have the opportunity to know and love each other as adults, to build on our mother/daughter relationship. I love you both very much!

Monday, May 22, 2006

You just never know what you'll find....



...on your front doorstep in Tucson!
This beautiful Gila Monster found his (or her) way to our front door this evening. We presume he's out looking for a mate.
This guy appears to be an adult, due to the size and banding. Although the bite is not usually fatal to humans, Gila Monsters do have venom. They bite down, then inject more venom into their victim as they start to chew.
If he's still visiting in the morning, we may have to find him (or her) a new home. He definitely needs a manicure!

Thursday, May 18, 2006

5 Minute Brain Scan

Here are a few things rattling around in my brain today:
I can't wait to go to Maui with my best friend.
God is so awesome!
Shorty is 12!
I never thought I'd take my dog to a vet chiropractor for an alignment and accupunture.
I love women who aren't afraid to talk, share, and be real with one another.
It's hot in Tucson today - but it's a dry heat.
Vanity is meaningless.
The one with the most toys still dies - does that mean they win or lose?
Solomon was the wisest, richest man that ever lived and he still drifted away from God. How can we learn from him?
Why can't an appliance work longer than 5 years without being repaired? I take that back, my Maytag washer is 15 years old and has only been repaired once.
Bob Barker is a hoot.
I love my job.
I don't want to go to work today.
I'm thankful.
I'm blessed.
I'm stressed.
I'm happy.
This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Friday, May 05, 2006

heterogeneous v. kin

het·ero·ge·neous
het·ero·ge·neous -he-te-ro-'jE-nE-us, Function: adjective Etymology: Medieval Latin heterogeneus, from Greek heterogenEs, from heter- + genos kind -- consisting of dissimilar or diverse ingredients or constituents : mixed. More at Kin.

kin
kin, Function: noun Etymology: Middle English, from Old English cynn; Latin genus birth, race, kind, Greek genos, Latin gignere to beget: a group of persons of common ancestry: clan.

Thought for the day: Within a body of supposedly like-minded people, why do some people feel like kin, and some people feel like they are not part of the clan?

Perhaps is because we are

eclec·tic
e-'klek-tik, Function: adjectiveEtymology: Greek eklektikos, from eklegein to select, from ex- out + legein to gather. 1 : selecting what appears to be best in various doctrines, methods, or styles 2 : composed of elements drawn from various sources; also : heterogeneous.

Return to first definition.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Canine Alarm Clock, Part 2

The barking alarm started this morning at 5:30 AM. Wanting to allow my spouse to grab some more shut-eye, I crawled out of bed and let the alarm out the door for a quick morning visit, then returned to the recliner, hoping to let hubby sleep. Canine roused again at 6:00 AM. Repeat performance of prior visit. Again, the recliner. Amazing the noise at that time of the morning! A symphony (or was it a cacophony?) of sounds from all kinds of birds (not to mention canine). As I lay there in the recliner I could hear the screech-screech-screech-screech-screech of the Gila Woodpecker, who also joined the percussion section on the vent pipe of the roof, while claiming his territory; the chug-chug-chug-chug-chug-chug of the Cactus Wren; the gentle melodic song of the Rosy House Finch; the schoo-schoo-schoo of the young married Cardinal pair calling back and forth to one another from the trees; the occasional argument of several sparrows fighting over something unnecessary to be fighting over so early in the morning; the perpetual calling of the Gambel Quail, followed by his clucking to save his covey from an unseen imagined danger; and then the song of the White-Winged Dove. I fell back asleep to dream of a menagerie of animals in the back yard - kit fox, raccoons, red fox, javelina, bobcat, and even all the birds. Poor hubby, he never got back to sleep. : - (

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Can it really be the end of April?

Happy Saturday! For anyone living in Arizona, April is a glorious time of year. The Saguaro Cactus (pronounced suh-war-O) are in bloom, with their bright white blossoms. All too soon the blossoms will turn to fruit and drop red, sticky juice when pricked by our avian friends, also signaling the beginning of a long, hot summer. The Prickley Pear and Hedgehog Cacti are sprouting delicously deep hued magenta blossoms. The Gambel Quail are starting to nest, and before long, I will see 12-18 little fuzz ball chicks following their mom and dad across the back yard. The first two weeks will be harrowing for the new chicks and their doting parents, so that only a small percentage of the new chicks will grow to adolescence and on to adulthood. It seems like just yesterday we were celebrating the beginning of a new year, and yet at the close of our Lord's day tomorrow, the year will be 1/3 over. Why does it seem that time accelerates as we age? I'm sure Newton or Einstein might have had a comment, or perhaps it is the replay of "Back to the Future" on cable tonight that has me thinking of time - time passed, time present, and time to come. Which leads me to think bMark Schultz's beautiful song - "Time That is Left". How will you decide what to do with the time that is left? Given the abundant blessing I received this week, time is something to celebrate!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Tuesday Thoughts

I suppose I was prompted to begin because I wanted to comment on a friend's blog. Well, here we are. I've never been one to journal, much less in an open forum inviting comment. I'll just ask, do you Sudoku?