This Is What The Gospel is Good For

Bill is an average guy. Well, an average father of two who owns three businesses, one of which is struggling and takes him out of the state 4 or so days a week.
Last week, that trip also took him 17 feet in the air to do some maintenance work for the shop when he reached out to steady himself on a piece of equipment. Unfortunately it had been mis-wired and the equipment frame was ‘hot’, as in electrified, just waiting for Bill to come along and complete the circuit. With his own body.
As the high voltage went through him, unable to breathe or let go, he prayed that God would give him the strength to pull his hand off the machine. Somehow he did it, but in the process fell the 17 feet into a nailer machine. Fortunately for Bill, a horse had trampled on his right leg a few years ago, so when it hit the machine the titanium rod kept his leg from breaking. He received only a pretty nasty, deep cut in his leg, but he was alive.
Like I said, a regular guy.
But this is not about Bill, really. You see Bill and his wife, family and businesses to run, have taken care of LJ for the past few years. LJ is a member of our church.
He’s a 60 year old single guy living in a basement efficiency apartment, smaller than my living room. He works across the street at Damon’s making sure the 4 big screens are showing the right games for the folks who come to watch, eat and drink. He’s got congestive heart failure and diabetes. He’s on blood thinners, so he can’t shave. He’s always got pain in his back and finds it hard to sleep, so he’s always tired. He has little family and who he does have is hundreds of miles away in Kentucky. He’s just trying to make it to retirement, so he won’t have to walk across the street to work any more.
Bill makes sure he gets to church. He (or his wife) makes sure LJ gets his groceries and doesn’t have to carry them home. He makes sure he’s got money if he needs it. He, and others, get LJ to his doctors appointments. Tonight, I was fortunate to be the one to make sure he got to church and to make sure he got some groceries. He promissed he would pay me back after payday, but as far as I’m concerned I’ve already been paid.
LJ is one of the bright spots of the church. He smiles often and it warms the room when he does. He knows that Jesus loves him and he loves Jesus too. My kids, and others, just love LJ and he loves them. They run to him and give him a big hug. For years, LJ played a very convincing Santa at the church Christmas party.
Apart from the church, LJ would be a lonely man in a tiny, crowded basement apartment. He’d have no one and nearly nothing and no one would care. He’d walk to the store and back with his groceries. And few, if any, would be warmed by that smile.
That’s what the gospel is good for.

T’bird Links

Since I’ve begun posting stuff about my Thunderbird, I decided to add a category of links to Thunderbird sites to my blogroll. These are sites with info or message boards, not parts vendors.
The Thunderbird Cybernest is the host of several Yahoo Groups dedicated to the various iterations of the Thunderbird. I get a lot of info and help from the folks on the Squarebirds list.
Squarebirds.org is a site dedicaated to the 3 years of Thunderbirds like mine, 1958-1960. It has a bunch of technical info and an active message board.
The Thunderbird Registry is a project by LOVEFords to try to document where as many Thunderbirds as possible are today. As of this writing they’ve registered 27,685 Thunderbirds. Mine is Registry Number 20,128.
Probably not of interest to most of you, but oh well.

Before and After



They’re he-ere! After 11 weeks of waiting (6-8, eh Boyd?) my wheels finally arrived on Thursday. The tires came in yesterday afternoon and I had them put on this morning. They really transform the look of the car. I’ve long felt, like many car guys, that the wheels make the car. The old gal went from just ‘neat old car’ to ‘cool car’. They give it a nice, aggressive look.
Now I just have to get them cleaned up. They got all smudged during the installation and the tires need a good coat of tire shine on them. And since they’re polished bare aluminum, I’ll want to get a coat of aluminum wheel wax on them pretty soon too so they don’t oxidize. I’ll do the insides too.
Then there’s the new rear seat cover to put on, the new top to install and the suspension kit and new shocks that I just bought. And while I’m at it on the suspension, I’m going to paint the brake drums so they look better between those shiny spokes.
Then, after I go the wheels on and the old wheels and covers out of the trunk, one of the rear deck cylinders decided to spring a leak. It actually started leaking at the tire shop. So now the top won’t go down. Probably will be fixed with adding fluid, but it’s still annoying. It’s always something with these old cars.

New Links

I’ve added a couple more links to the Blogroll at left. This is sort of my ‘favories’ list on my near daily walk through the blogscape, so I try to add links that I find pulling me back again and again.
The first is Cerulean Sanctum. The author, Dan Edelen, is from my home state of Ohio, although the SW corner. It’s a nice blend of thoughtful reflection and plain common sense.
The second is A Ministry of Reconciliation, a group blog of some former, and perhaps current, members of the Salf Lake Christian Church, an ICOC congregation. Thomas Rasmussen, one of the members, also blogs as Didymus.
I’ve also removed the Rwanda Missions link. Greg and Sara are back home safely from their Rwanda trip and that Blog has served it’s purpose. You can still read Greg at his regular blog.

Color Tweak

I finally got back around to tweaking the colors a bit more. Slightly lighter yellow and a ‘redder’ red. I changed the border to that same red too and removed the red from the right side bar. The red on the yellow just wasn’t right.
I’ll likely try some completely new color combos too, later.
Anyway, very slight refinement, but whatcha think now?

This Is What I Want My Church To Look Like

Patrick at Tent Pegs writes today about the Elders’ vision of hat their church should be. Made me want to move back to Michigan. OK, not really but it’s a vision of what I’d like to see my church become. An excerpt:

These eleven men of God have traveled farther down a hard road than any group I have ever worked with before. When they saw that holding on to our traditions as if they were “thus saith the Lord” and keeping the church locked down in the building would not be effective in changing the world, they said, “enough.”
It is the eldership here that said we will put no more money into the ground. We built our building and remodeled it as fast as we could, but we are still having three morning services to get the folk in (and to serve different groups). Some have said we need to sell this building and build bigger, like those other megachurches in town. Our elders said no. They are willing to put money into off-site churches in coffee bars or empty storefronts, happy to pour money into mission works in Michigan, Canada, and six or seven countries overseas, and thrilled to maintain a massive warehouse of clothes and food that serves between 30-90 families a week (good stuff, not hominy and hand-me-downs). But no more money for church buildings. Why?
They want the church to escape the building. They want us to go out and bring in the lost. They want us to find those who are different from us, care for them, love them, and, should they wish to worship with us, welcome them. So… what was an upper-income white church is rapidly becoming something else. A large percentage of our congregation has no background in the restoration movement and some worship services have 30-35% minority representation now. The poor, the punks, and the pierced sit beside old ladies with blue rinsed hair, people who came down the hall from their AA or NA meetings and found a worship going on, black, white, asian, and an amazing assortment of financial situations and emotional histories.

Did you read that line in the last paragraph? It said and should they wish to worship with us! Not when, should. How refreshing to hear of a church focused on loving people, whether they want to place membership / study the Bible / be baptized / become “true disciples” or not.
Now I’m not saying that we’re still practicing the old way of the stat sheet, like some seem to be (at least in part). I’m just longing for a broader, deeper, more Christ like vision of a healthy church. It’s just that the shortsighted, “Are we growing? Are we baptizing?” vision of church health is all we know. It would be so easy to slide back into, I’m afraid we’re going to end up there.
I want something more than that.

Ah, vacation.

Well, I’m back from vacation. We spent a week away visiting friends and had a great time, arriving back home late Saturday night.
We traveled 600 miles NW to the beautiful hills of south western Wisconsin to visit our best friends. Byron (known around here as BEG) and Jeana were our best friends here in Columbus until they deserted us moved up north a couple years ago to be closer to his family. No one in the past 9 years has influenced me and my family more than these guys.
They live on a 103 acre farm between Gays Mills and Boscobel Wisconsin in a beautiful rural area of rolling hills and valleys. There’s not a building within probably 3/4 of a mile of their home. He’s got about 60 acres or so that he can farm and they’re planted with corn and soy beans. My girls had a ball exploring the farm, walking through the 8-10 foot high corn near the house, venturing up the hill past the grain bin to the ‘flower patch’ (a concentrated area of the wildflowers that are scattered all over the farm) and following the ‘tractor path’ up to the big 40 acre field on the hill, probably a 1/2 mile or so from the house.
AGCO LT Series tractorWe spent Sunday and Monday inside, mostly, due to the heat. It was about 95 and humid, thank goodness for AC even in little rural farm houses. I spent part of Sunday getting a tour of the property inside the air conditioned cab of Byron’s new 70 horsepower, 4WD, turbo diesel Agco LT70 tractor (His doesn’t have the bucket on the front like that one in the picture). It’s a pretty cool piece of machinery. I sat in Laura’s seat while we took the tour. Later, Byron let me drive it and bush hog part of a field. Actually, he talked me into it because I was a little intimidated by it, but it was as easy to drive as my minivan. the property looked quite different from when we saw it in March of 2004 right after they bought it. It was cold and brown then, the old barn was still a pile of rubble, no grain bin and nothing but weeds. He’s slowly making improvements and hopes to sell last year’s bean crop in the coming weeks.
Monday afternoon and evening we made a side trip to Mauston to visit Maria’s cousin. We had a nice time, and she and Maria talked stamping and scrap booking, their 13 year old daughter entertained our girls and I watched TV. On the way back, we drove through one of the worst storms I’ve ever driven through. Our diagonal path pretty much matched the diagonal of a severe storm system moving across the state and we were in the thick of it for most of the trip. Our 1 1/2 hour trip up turned to a 2 hour white-knuckle-watch-the-white-line-because-you-can’t-see-farther-than-30-feet-wipers-at-full-tilt-40-MPH trip back. It was exhausting, but we made it OK.
Pike's PeakWe also made a couple of side trips to Iowa. On Tuesday everyone ventured over to Pike’s Peak State Park, just up the hill from McGregor Iowa and overlooking where the Mississippi and the Wisconsin rivers merge. The view overlooking the rivers is amazing. Even hundreds of miles from it’s end in the Gulf of Mexico (some 600+ from the Ohio River!), the Mississippi with it’s islands and branches is still 1.5 – 2.5 miles wide up here. On Thursday, Byron and I spent the day exploring. We started by heading to Lansing, Iowa to get gas. Gas in Iowa is pretty cheap actually, and the mid-grade is significantly cheaper than regular due to the ethanol subsidies. We headed to another overlook to get a view of the river again and then to Genoa WI to watch a barge go through the lock. If you like big machinery, this is a really cool way to spend a couple of hours. The lock takes 9 barges at a time, so the 15 barge and tug we were watching had to be split in two. Driving 9 barges into the lock would be kind of like putting your car into a garage only an inch wider than your car and maybe 2-3 inches longer. Oh, and to match the inertia of that barge I think you’d have to do it at 100 MPH or something. Amazing. If you’re a fan of big machinery and horsepower, it’s a cool way to spend a couple of hours on a sunny day.
Maria and Jeana spent Wednesday and Friday night scrap booking at a scrapbook store in Boscobel while we kept shooing the kids outside watched the kids. It’s one of their favorite things to do and they’re already planning a get together in Milwaukee in October. Plane ticket and convention tickets are already bought.
Byron’s dad loaned us his ‘Mule’, a 4WD little mini-truck, and we took the girls around the farm on Friday while they were gone. We had the four girls in the back (his oldest at 3 and my 6, 8 and 10 year olds. the new baby was with Jeana) and him and me in the front. That little truck is quite capable, climbing small steep sections that I wouldn’t have tried pretty easily, making the girls scream with delight. We explored nearly every area of the property from the top of the hill to the abandoned section of township road that runs through the woods along a little valley, my favorite part of their place, stopping to pick flowers and a couple of wild raspberries along the way. The girls had a blast, except when a rather scary looking big black locust landed in the middle of the bed between the four of them. It took a minute to realize that the screams of delight had turned to terror, but we stopped quickly and Uncle Byron bravely extracted the beady eyed monster from the truck and exterminated him.
Later that night, after everyone was ready for bed, we hopped back in the Mule to go star gazing. It was a beautiful, clear night and we hoped to see some shooting stars and maybe a satellite or two. We headed out a little past 10:00 PM, when the last vestiges of light were on the horizon. We ended up on the top of the hill and waited as it got darker and darker and more and more stars appeared. Once you get away form the light pollution of civilization, the number of stars visible is simply astounding. You can actually see the denser areas of the Milky way spread across the sky like a mist. We found the little dipper, the North star (we think) and Mars (we think). We did catch a shooting star or two, but couldn’t find the satellites sometimes visible just after sunset. By the time we got back to the house at around 11:00, the sky was filled with thousands and thousands of stars. For city dwellers like us it’s a sight we rarely can see.
Each evening after the kids were in bed we stayed up playing cards and laughing. Then after the ladies went to bed, Byron and I would talk about church stuff for an hour or two. There’s a couple of posts brewing in my head from our late night discussions. Byron’s my best friend and it’s sad he’s so far away. I’m just glad he’s got internet now so we can at least communicate a little bit, though it’s not quite the same. A finer fried and mentor a man cannot ask for.
Do you have a friend that you’d drive 1,200 miles round trip just to go see? Maybe they’re not that far away now, but if they were you’d go. I hope so. Most friendships, even pretty good ones, can fade with distance. This one will never be that way.

God’s Two Boxes

I hear and read of things that people are working on in their lives or are praying for. I want to be more organized. I want to get my finances in order. I want to get into a house. Don’t get me wrong, those things have their importance and are meaningful, but I’ve been wondering how important they are to God in the His perspective from outside of time. He’s got the perfect vision, He can see the beginning and end of time at once. He knows how it all got stared and how it ends. He truly knows what’s important. Down here on Earth, with our limited vision of time, things can get cloudy. We get fooled by mirages and hallucinations. Which has lead me to this question:
If God had only two boxes to put everything of mine in, one marked ‘Important’ and one marked “Unimportant”, where would he put my stuff?
And, being boxes, they are limited in size. In other words, He can’t just keep putting everything in the “Important” box. Pretty soon it would get full, and he’d have to make decisions. “Hmm, I gotta take out the big screen or I can’t fit in salvation for his children.” Get the picture?
Yes, it’s a reductionist question, but I think we can learn from this simplification. It makes me think that some of the things we run after aren’t really that important to God. I’m not talking about just the material things. In fact, those are the things we can easily see God putting in the “Unimportant” box. No, I bet there are some Big Things on our lists that God looks at and says, “You know, from where I sit, looking at all eternity, that’s really no big deal.”
Good health? God says, “From up here, being sick for 30 years is a minute thing.” Financial security? “You know you only need to deal with that money for 75, 80 years. After that it’s useless.” A nice house? “You’re only going to live there for a few decades! After a thousand years, you won’t remember it, trust me.”
It’s the heart things, those things that shape us and define us that God might put into that “Important” box. A friendship that challenges you to grow? “Might be the difference in where you spend the next millenia.” An outward, others focus? “Might be the difference between where they spend eternity!” Learning to love like Jesus? “Might help My image, and maybe help others actually find their way home.”
It makes me think of this passage in a new light:

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. but seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6:25-33

This passage is usually used to teach us not to fret over stuff, which is important. In the light of the idea of God’s two boxes, I wonder if Jesus isn’t also, or even primarily, teaching us to put things in proper perspective – God’s perspective. Food, money, shelter, in the long run these things, though needed, are not important. Let God take care of those things, you turn your attention to the stuff in God’s “Important” box.

Look, Dad, Look!

Maria and the oldest went to some home party together tonight, which left me and the younger two to fend for ourselves for dinner. I had to run to my sister’s too, so we hit the Golden Arches on the way home. We sat outside in the play area and after all the fries and nuggets were consumed they abandoned me for the play area.
There were a few other kids and parents there too. I was just enjoying a warm summer evening while the kids played when this little boy posed on the slide. Proud of himself, he called to his father, “Daddy! Look daddy! Daddy, LOOK!”
His dad looked over and nodded in appreciation and I was struck with that scene. The child hadn’t really done anything remarkable, just sat on the edge of the slide, somewhat precariously. But he thought it was cool, and he wanted his Dad to see what he could do. He wanted his Dad to acknowledge his accomplishment.
It made me think about our relationship with our father. We act this way too. We remember to share our faith, we have a good prayer time, we give some good advice or post something we think is profound and we pat our selves on the back. We may even say to God, in prayer, “Father! Look, father. Father, LOOK! I loved someone, I noticed them! I did something nice, I remembered. Look father!”
I’m not talking about the prideful moments we have, thinking were something we aren’t. I’m talking about the healthy pride, the sense of accomplishment. Last Sunday we had an outdoor service at a local park. It was a fair distance from the parking to the area we had service. All the teachers were bowing to take our communion around a picnic table. The prayer was being said and I noticed one of the older brothers making his way across the field, carrying a plastic chair to sit on. He was obviously laboring, so I left the table in the middle of the prayer to go help him out. I came back and took my communion and I had one of those moments. In the past I wouldn’t had left the prayer, that wasn’t right. I would have let him struggle across the field. But this time I was proud of myself for making this choice to help a brother out instead of legalisticly staying for the prayer. It was a better choice. “Look father! Look, I chose people over ceremony! LOOK!”
I like to think of God like the father of that boy at the McD’s, smiling politely. “That’s great, son.” But in his heart, he knows I’ve not really done anything great. He thinks, Son, that’s great, but it’s only start of what I have in mind for you. In the grand scheme of life, your choice, though noble, is so small. I came that you would make a life of such choices. One day you’ll understand.
As that boy grows, he won’t be so proud of those little things and he father won’t be as impressed with them either. You can’t imagine a 16 year old perched on a slide saying “Look, dad!” Dad would be disappointed if that’s what his son settled for. In some way I wonder, after 17 years of following Him, is God a little disappointed that I’m still proud of such little accomplishments? I wonder if He didn’t think I would be a little farther along this journey of becoming by now.

We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to learn. In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food! Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness. But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.
Therefore let us leave the elementary teachings about Christ and go on to maturity, not laying again the foundation of repentance from acts that lead to death, and of faith in God, instruction about baptisms, the laying on of hands, the resurrection of the dead, and eternal judgment. And God permitting, we will do so.

Hebrews 5:11-6:3

New colors

I spent a couple of hours messing with the colors on my site and I’m not completely sure I like it. I think I like it. I want to like it since I spent an entire evening on it.
My wife’s response was ‘Eew’ with a disgusted smirk. Hmmm.
What say you?

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