Daily Archives April 22, 2015

Don\’t hope, … decide!

While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about -the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one occurred a mere two feet away from me.

Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jetway, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.

First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other\’s face, I heard the father say, \”It\’s so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!\” His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, \”Me, too, Dad!\”

Then the man...

Sacrifice Play

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be main streamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all that attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, \”Where is the perfection in my son Jerry?

Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God\’s perfection?\”

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father\’s anguish and stilled by the piercing query...

Three Cows

It was a year I will never forget! 1988 would see my family move back to the States after spending eight of the most rewarding years of our lives in the mission field of Thailand. Our departure was more sudden than we had anticipated, as there were problems in our home congregation and the money just was not there. Paula and I prayed for wisdom, and the answer came loud and clear. Yet, we had made so many friends; and it was difficult to pack up eight years into shipping crates and footlockers, get on a train which would take us to an airplane, and just leave!

But we did!

However, before we left, we spent several weeks traveling all over the country saying good bye to those we loved so much. It was a difficult assignment, but God provided the grace we all needed.

I remember one particul...

Five more minutes

The radio blaring startled me awake. Just five more minutes, I told myself, as I banged around on the headboard and finally found the snooze button.

Four times, I said just five more minutes, only my snooze alarm is random, it goes off at intervals every where from five to nine minutes. Suddenly it was 33 minutes later than I was supposed to get up and I was in a panic. The rest of the day was thrown off kilter because of just five more minutes.

I haven\’t decided if the snooze button is a great invention or a curse. I know it impacts me, because I\’ll play mind games with it. I\’ll set my alarm ten minutes early because, I can \”sneak\” a few extra minutes of sleep in when it goes off.

The quality of the sleep isn\’t very good, but it seems so much better because it is some sleep I\...

Small Victories

Standing in the noisy cafeteria of the old school, I was watching the students line up for lunch. Having wearied of trying to \”cut\” in line on each other, they were intently moving toward the food. As I continued to watch their progress, I began to remember scenes from my own grade school days. This old school building was somewhat similar to mine.

I could still remember coming into the warm building with the funny smells of furnace heat and cleaning liquids. I visualized the rooms, heated with old-fashioned steam pipe radiators and the hand-turn heat regulators. I could picture the Spartan desks in long straight rows, with scratched and scared surfaces, and the small cloak closets with wood doors folding in along the back of the room.

\”Teacher,\” a small hand tugged my wrist, \”I can...