SCENIC BEAUTY

This is a view of Mt Shasta at sunset. It was almost too dark, but the setting sun was reflecting off the snow, and we were able to get a decent photo. We took it from I-5 traveling North.

TRADITIONS

Once a year we decorate Christmas cookies. Lin makes them ahead of time, so by the time everyone arrives all she has to do is mix up the colors of frosting. Some family members are very artistic. Gitta made a Christmas tree, complete with framed walls (toothpicks). Erin designed an angel with a mustashe and announced it was me. I have a tendency to apply the frosting with less care, and then eat it if I don't like the results. What traditions do you enjoy?

WINTER PEACEFULNESS

Household pets love winter. All they do is lay around with the fire blazing brightly. If you disturb them, they look up as if to say, "Is there a problem?" Their visits outside through the animal door become much less frequent than during warmer weather. They don't like the cold, and they definitely don't like the rain. When you put cold and rain together our cat and dog both get a sarcastic view of going outside. "You expect me to do what out there? You don't do it outside. Why should I?" Fortunately, I am bigger, and I am the boss, so if someone needs to do their business, I gently but firmly take control. I don't really know when they need to go out, but there is an internal alarm in my head that begins quietly and increases in intensity if neither animal has made a move for the door after three hours. Speaking of taking control, I feel much more an authority in my house since the last human child departed. The only other voice is Lin, and she usually agrees with me.

BAGGAGE

Sometimes carrying a backpack is a good thing. Other times it is better left behind. I had a dream about mine. Tell me what you think it means:

My friend and I were standing outside behind the house. It was dark, but the porch light was on. The light reflected partially across the backyard. The snow was about 18 inches deep, but where we were standing under the eve there was just a skiff. We were going to head for a large tree at the back of the lot. There was a trail already in the snow which began at our feet and curved around to the left. I reached behind me and took my coat and pack off the hook and said, "I'll try it first." The air was cold. The first part of the trail was well worn, and easy to navigate. As I reached the point where the trail curved back toward the tree, the path became progressively less traveled, until finally there was only one set of footprints in the deep snow. I found I could stay on the path if I placed my feet in those tracks, because the snow was almost up to my knees. It was also getting harder, and I was beginning to feel the weight of the pack. Finally I had a revelation. I quickly ran back toward the house, and when I arrived I hung my coat and pack on the wall and told my friend, "There is only one set of tracks, leave all your stuff and just go for it." Without waiting for his reply, I turned and quickly retraced my steps. This time when I got to the deep snow, it was easy to follow those same tracks, but I did it running instead of laboriously walking. As I approached the tree's canopy I felt an intense presence of God, and since I was already running, I jumped the last six feet. Instead of landing, I awoke.

PHISHING AND OTHER SCAMS

My favorite witch quote is from Hansel and Gretel, "come closer, my dearie." Her entire house was made of candy in an attempt to trap unsuspecting children.

It's not much different today, with letters arriving in my email on a regular basis appealing to my greed with offers to get rich quick. If I were a child, candy would work, but as an adult I am now more sophisticated. Sometimes they appeal to my loyalty, claiming to be a friend stranded in England. The variety of appeals is endless and entertaining. It is tragic, however, when those more naive are trapped like a baby rabbit in the jaws of a coyote.

And then there are the phishing sites, drawing the unsuspecting to reveal their personal information.

Have you been the victim of a scam? So far I have avoided it. I have taken some precautions, such as freezing my credit, and using incredibly difficult passwords. Mostly, however, I have probably been lucky. I have found my suspicion almost becoming free floating. Lin asks for my wallet. I raise one eyebrow and hand it over slowly.

How have you been affected?

LORDS OF THE EARTH

Stanley Dale was an Australian commando in WWII. Don Richardson wrote this account of Stanley's life from childhood through his adulthood. Like Endurance, it is a study of leadership and what one man with an iron will can accomplish. Is there room for more than one leader in a small space? I'd like to get Teddy Roosevelt, Stanley Dale, and Ernest Shackleton together and then stand back and see what happens. (See my previous blogs on The River of Doubt and Endurance.)

Lords of the Earth follows Stanley Dale as he encounters and ministers to cannibals in Indonesia. This is not a book for the faint of heart. However, it is fascinating to read about a stone age culture and how it is changed when it encounters christianity.

EPIPHANY

Once in a while, perhaps once in a lifetime, something occurs that begins a dramatic shift in a person's world view. It's called an epiphany. The result is a long term change in how we relate to those around us, and if it is a spiritual awakening, it changes how we relate to God.

Here are accounts of three spiritual epiphanies:

C.S. Lewis (in a car on his way to the zoo)

In September, 1931, when Lewis was thirty three years old, he had a long discussion about Christianity with J.R.R. Tolkien (who was a devout Roman Catholic) and Hugo Dyson (a friend and committed Christian). That all-night conversation planted even more "seeds" in Lewis's heart. Lewis wrote in Surprised by Joy about what happened a week later as he headed out to a local zoo with his brother Warren: "When we set out I did not believe that Jesus Christ was the Son of God, and when we reached the zoo I did." Apparently sometime during that ride God touched Lewis's heart, and opened his eyes to Jesus' love and compassion. Was this his Damascus story -- conversion on the way to the zoo? Or was it a culmination of all the "seeds" that had been planted throughout Lewis's life? Only God and Lewis know for certain, but after his conversion, God certainly started to bless Lewis's life, including his writing.

Whittaker Chambers (in his kitchen)

I date my break with Communism to a very casual happening… My daughter was in her high chair. I was watching her eat. She was the most miraculous thing that had ever happened in my life. I liked to watch her even when she smeared porridge on her face or dropped it meditatively on the floor. My eye came to rest on the delicate convolutions of her ear – those intricate, perfect ears. The thought passed through my mind, ‘No, those ears were not created by chance coming together of atoms in nature (the Communist view). They could have been created only by immense design.’ The thought was involuntary and unwanted. I crowded it out of my mind. But I never wholly forgot it or the occasion. I had to crowd it out of my mind. If I had completed it, I should have had to say: Design supposes God. I did not then know that, at that moment, the finger of God was first laid on my forehead.

Charles Coleson (in his car)

I had the strange sensation that water was not only running down my cheeks but surging through my whole body as well, cleansing and cooling as it went. They weren’t tears of sadness and remorse, nor of joy—but somehow tears of relief.
And then I prayed my first real prayer. “God I don’t know how to find you, but I’m going to try! I’m not much the way I am now but somehow I want to give myself over to you.” I didn’t know how to say more so I repeated over and over the words “Take me.”
I had not “accepted” Christ—I still didn’t know who He was. My mind told me it was important to find that out first, to be sure that I knew what I was doing, that I meant it and would stay with it. Only that night something inside me was urging me to surrender—to what or to whom I did not know.

I have often wondered, do people have spiritual epiphanies away from God? I don't think they are as prevalent. Have you had one, either toward or away from God?

ISAIAH DANIEL

Meet Isaiah Daniel, our second grandchild. We enjoyed holding him and reveling in being grandparents on that first day of his birth. Now we look forward to many more years of enjoyment.

MONEY MAKING OPPORTUNITIES

Today I was staring at a picture on the wall and had a money-making revelation. It was a painting of a rushing river in the wilderness. You see them in every waiting room. I think they do that because when the nurse doesn't call your name in a timely fashion they are hoping you will lose yourself in daydreams of picnics and rafting experiences. It's the same reason that waiting rooms are painted in restful colors. It is not good if your blood pressure goes up higher than it already was. It was working with me. I was lost in a daydream of rushing water, and suddenly thought of a great opportunity for the right person to capitalize on it. You only need to have access to a rushing river, or waterfall, or pasture, or some other tranquil scene that transports the observer into a trance. It could even be an ant farm! You set up a camera and run it through a secure internet site. Those who join are given a password to access the video, and they run the signal to a framed flat screen in the wall. I can just imagine that first customer sitting in an office, figeting nervously. Then they happen to notice the painting on the wall. "Wait. Is that water moving? Is this some kind of trick?" People who are waiting to have their skin tumor examined are transported into a live world of action. When the nurse finally calls them, they are not only relaxed, but they don't care that it was an extra 30 minutes. They are waiting for the next raft of revelers to come around the bend. Meanwhile, the camera is sending out a 24 hour transmission to perhaps a thousand offices and homes, charging a nominal fee, which adds up to a sizeable sum. The possibilities are endless. The contracts could be set up similar to a cell tower, except the footprint would be minimal. If you are good with webcams, why not form a company setting up cameras in remote areas? Pay them $500 a month for camera privileges and make $5,000. Don't forget to send me 1% of the gross.

CENTRAL OREGON

Fall is the best season in Central Oregon. The nights are cold. Tonight it will be 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Days are blue skies and 65. The air is clear, and the mountains are all around. Morning walks are brisk. We have been staying at Eagle Crest just outside of Redmond every fall for about 15 years. It all started when Lin and I received an invitation for a time share presentation. We didn't buy one, but every referral to them generated "eagle dollars" we could spend in their restaurant. Lin's parents were the first, and they ended up buying a time share. Eventually that time share was passed on to a sibling, and we bought our own on Craig's List. Now the siblings can get together and enjoy the great climate. That reminds me of one of my pet peeves. I think time shares (purchased at the retail price) are a rip-off. The most a time share is worth is the annual maintenance fee. You can find them at great prices. Find your favorite place to go, and watch the internet for good buys. This economic climate provides an ideal opportunity.

FUN IN THE SUN (AGAIN)

Time for some fun in the sun. Here is grandchild Micah showing his camera face.

Lin drew the heart in the sand and with the sun at a very low angle it created some unusual lighting.

This photo looks like we are contemplating the meaning of life.

Don't you believe it.
We just tried to not smile.

CRANBERRIES AND DAD

After the service we stopped by a cranberry bog. The photo is me in a reflective moment.

A large part of Dad's life was cranberries. We moved from Kansas to Oregon in 1955. He first got involved in a co-op lumber mill. After a few years it went bankrupt, so he tried cranberries. That was more successful. Farming was in his blood. In Kansas he had raised wheat and had a dairy. Prior to that he drilled water wells. Growing cranberries was his focus until he retired in 1992 at age 80. Along the way he utilized his mechanical skills to keep things running smoothly. When I was about 14 we overhauled the little Ford tractor. You can learn a lot when you take an engine totally apart and see it spread before you in tiny pieces. Another time he admired the neighbor's bump gate, but didn't want to spend what it would cost to get one, so he built his own. It worked, but also terrorized the unsuspecting visitors who would bump it too hard, or too soft. It served its purpose well, which was to keep the deer out of the cranberry bogs. All the bogs had a six foot fence surrounding them. In the spring, one deer could knock a lot of berries off the vines and do considerable damage. I think if Dad had been born in my generation he would have been a mechanical engineer. Part of his longevity can be attributed to Mom's healthy cooking. Dad would tease her about it, "If it tastes good, spit it out." In reality, we all loved her cooking. He often spoke about retirement, but Mom talked him out of it, "Now what would you do?" They finally did retire, and moved to Coquille to be closer to their church.

HOPE

(photos by son in law Dan Holcomb)

Dad did pass on. He was only sick for about 3 days. We were all grateful that he did not have to suffer. We had a small graveside service in Coquille. Not too many attended; he had outlived most of his friends. The service was one of hope. That's what I like about Christian funerals. There is always so much hope and joy, and we know we will see him again. He had a long, full life. You can go back to my blog entries last year and read more details. I'll miss picking him up for coffee every afternoon.

FRAGILITY

I have been reminded again of the
fragility of life.

My father will be 97 in September.
A recent health crises has brought
the siblings together. At this time it is too early to know the outcome. What factors have contributed to his long life? I can think of a few possibilites: oatmeal for breakfast; a wife that cooked healthy meals; nonsmoker; nondrinker; working full time until age 80; serving God with right decisions. So many things.

Now he is surrounded with children and grandchildren that cherish him. They stroke his forehead while he slips in and out of sleep.

He has made a few comments... "What are we waiting for?" "Well, I guess I had better get up." We remind him that he is in the hospital, and who is in the room. He seems to be strangely at peace with all that is going on in his body.

Will I live as long? Will I be at peace when I am old? A lot of questions are unanswerable, but I do know that he has set a good example. I love you, Dad.

CHILDREN AND THINKING

I have been fascinated by the sameness of children the world over.
This is a picture of children in North Korea. They could just as well
be from Central or South America, Japan, or many other countries.
The word I think of most to describe children is "innocence." I wonder
if children who grow up in an oppressive culture ever reach an age
where they begin to question what they have been taught. I tend to think they do. It's part of our human spirit. Even in our culture of democracy, teenagers often question the political and religious system they grow up in, and end up redefining their role in society differently from their parents. I think the ability to question authority is good, because otherwise people could never break free from patterns of bondage in their thinking. Someday North Korea may join South Korea, just as East Germany joined West Germany. It makes me examine my own world view. Do I have patterns of thinking that others consider harmful? I'm glad truth is not relative. Of course, that's my perspective. It seems that I am forced to look at everything through my own lens. I feel good about my lens. It gives me the ability to understand the world. I am at peace with God, and I see the world through that lens. What does your lens tell you about the world?

SEPARATION

We spent a few days in the sun. I had to come back for work, while Lin remained behind. I'll join her again shortly. It's been about 30 years since we have been apart for any length of time. You don't realize how your lives become intertwined. Consequently, I've been thinking about the ramifications of separation. When my mom passed away, Dad told me it was hard to read the mail by himself. They had a routine, and his role was to look at each envelope, and hand it to her to open. He really missed that. I told Lin that I miss her telling me she is hungry, and me telling her what she wants to eat. Somehow, I know. It makes me realize that the pain of separation cannot happen without first experiencing the joy of togetherness. I feel grieved for those that cannot experience the pain of separation because they have no one with which to experience the joy of oneness. I think I have a better understanding now of what the Bible means when it says "the two shall become one." Have you experienced the joy of oneness, or the pain of separation? Was it temporary, or permanent?

GREED

Greed seems to be the word that is ushering us into the new millennium. I would just as soon not have it around. We can blame it for our national lifestyle, resulting in the real estate bubble and crash we are all now experiencing. What happens now? Does it go underground? Do we hide our greed and bring it out again when the economy turns upward? I suggest we ban it forever. Replace it with give. Of course that won't happen.

Human nature and greed seem to be forever linked. The best we seem to be able to do is pass multiple layers of laws to control its effects. I like the example of the farmer selling milk. For years, he sells milk to his neighbors, and all is well. Then his business begins to grow, and he begins shipping it to the nearby town. He doesn't personally know the city folk, so a little contamination doesn't have the weight that it normally would if you sold bad milk to your friend across the road. The added benefit is more profit to the bottom line.

Eventually, quality control becomes an issue, and the government gets involved. They pass laws about selling milk to control what the dairyman should have done in the first place. The laws are a response to greed. How many laws would cease to have meaning if greed went away? We could ask the same question about other vices, such as hatred, or jealousy.

We are forced to pass laws to make us do what we should have done in the first place. It makes me think we are all like selfish children. Fortunately, a change of heart is possible. I am reminded of a verse in the bible; "...in him we live and move and have our being." We no longer live for ourselves, but I find it is always good to evaluate my motives.

Am I the only one?

FUN IN THE SUN

We recently spent some time in the sun. It was like Oregon in the month of August. Oregon truly is a remarkable place in the summer. Phoenix is remarkable in the winter. Too bad they are so far apart.

There is a reason so many retire in that location. Imagine waking up to blue skies every morning. Add in moderate temperatures at night and shirtsleeve weather during the day. Our dog liked it too. I've never seen so many golf courses. Glendale has a city park littered with little hills for hiking. They call them mountains. We went to the top of one and back down in less than an hour.

What is your favorite weather?