Wednesday, October 3, 2012

To our Dad:

My father passed away today, it was peaceful and calm. My mother and sisters were with him. I thought I would repost this to remind myself of how much he has influenced my life. He is my hero. 

"My brothers, sisters, and I wrote this living tribute for our Father a couple of years ago. I thought I would post it for Father's Day. 
"When we are asked where we learned to do multiply fractions we could point to our school days and maybe even a teacher who taught us. But when someone asks where we learned how to be a parent, or a citizen, or a person, we would all point to you and the life you live daily as our Hero.
You show us that family matters, always, and that we will be safe with you, always. When others were casting off their families and responsibilities, you put an ad in the local paper stating that you WOULD be responsible for your family. When others have cast us away, you have always had a safe place for us to stay, to hide, to get our feet back under us, to start again. When we see the handprints in the cement, we know that this place, wherever it is, is a safe place to land. It is a place where unconditional love can be found. It is a place where you will stand between us and the world, defending us, protecting us, keeping us safe and secure.
You spent countless hours coaching, driving, cheering, and supporting us in our sporting endeavors. You taught us to hang our hands when we shoot (but never hang our heads); to block out for a rebound; to use a fore arm shiver on a lineman; to establish position, plant our feet, and stand our ground; to play hard, finish strong, to not give up; and most importantly that playing with character and integrity matters so much more that winning or losing.
You always seem to be coming up with something better, it is as though the whole world is your workshop. We have seen you build timers and trailers, taking what someone else threw out as scrap and turning it into something useful and to us, something wonderful. Your sparks of imagination flow through each of us and out into our children, students, and co-workers. Through your “tinkering” in the shop you have helped put lasers in airplanes, helped fix problems that seemed unfixable, helped ships sail, and helped an uncountable number of children learn and succeed.
You taught us that people matter, that people are valuable, and that there is always time to make a difference in someone’s life. Although you may have never uttered those words, we see it acted out daily. We have seen you take in strays from all over, people who seem to have lost their way or just need a hand. You somehow see the hidden potential in people that others have written off. You work to help others see that same potential. Whether it is helping a single mother trying to get back on her feet or a couple of kids who seem to have everything stacked against them, you manage to bring out what others have overlooked. And in doing so you not only help them but show us what it means to be human, to care about others when they can offer nothing in return; to give to people, expecting nothing in return. You have shown us what it really means to sacrifice everything in order to help even just one person who needs it. Which really is what a hero does isn’t it?"

If asked "How did you learn to..."
 ...treat your wife with respect? 
...teach your kids to be honest and upstanding citizens? 
...teach your kids to stand among their peers with self-confidence and self-respect? 
...participate appropriately in your church and community? 
...manage relationships with people that you have authority over? 
...manage relationships with people that you do not have authority over? 
...understand the right role to play in your children's lives when others are in authority? 
...take the right amount of responsibility for both positive and negative actions? 
We would say, “I learned it from watching my Dad.”

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Hero?

       So, I've always wanted to be a hero, a superhero would be nice, but a plain old hero would be sufficient. I imagine myself hitting the game winning home run, or scoring the winning goal, or rescuing some children out of a burning building, or pulling a man from the wreckage of his car, or landing the plane when everyone get food poisoning from eating the onions on their sandwiches.

       I am pretty sure I am not the only one who has thought about this, except for the part about the onions. I think it might be built into us some how. We all dream about being a hero in one way or another. I don't think there is anything wrong with it but...

       In order for me to win, someone else has to lose. A pitcher would have to throw the loosing pitch, a goalie would have to let the losing shot get past. For my 15 minutes of fame, someone else gets a lifetime of infamy, ever heard of Bill Buckner?

       To be a hero there has to be a villain and certainly someone has to suffer. Children would have to experience the horror of being trapped in a burning building, surrounded by smoke and flames, the stuff nightmares are made out of. A man would have to wreck his car, enduring injury and pain. A plane load of people would have to eat onions, get food poisoning, and then live through me landing a plane, they would be scarred for life. 


       It makes me think that maybe I really don't want to be a hero so much. People have enough trouble in their lives without having to borrow some for me...

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Was it worth it?

So, I have to confess a little bitterness that has been floating around my thoughts recently. We just finished hosting our girls from Latvia through New Horizons for Children and was thinking about the cost.

The Hosting fee was $5800 ($2950 for one, $2850 for the second). This covered passports, visas, transportation, health insurance, home safety visit, and chaperones. We had the girls in our home for four weeks over Christmas so there was some other expenses (despite their petite size, they could put away some serious food). Thanks to the generosity of friends and family, a grant from our church, some savings of our own, buying bulk fruit at Costco, and some timely income from an unplanned source (a.k.a. God's providential provision), we had it all covered.

And here is where the bitterness kicks in, as I was paying for a new set of tires I hadn't planned for, I thought about our little pile of debt left over from adopting in 2009 and wondered, "maybe we shouldn't have hosted the girls and just paid off some bills instead".

Yes, I know, it is selfish and self-centered and faithless and pathetic, but that is not the point. What I needed was some perspective. I put my business degree to work by asking a question:

What is the return on the $5800 investment?

- my family got to live on mission together for an entire month as we shared our lives with the girls = $1100 per person and we got to sleep in our own beds and eat familiar food without jet lag or passports, not too bad.

- our church, from our church Grandma and Grandpa to the youngest child, and their friends, and their entire families, got to go on a mission trip without leaving the county = $80 per person and no one even packed a suitcase or took time off of work, also not bad.

- two orphaned girls, not only got to hear the Gospel preached, but were able to see the Gospel in our lives, feel the Gospel in our hugs, experience the Gospel as we lived it out with our family and friends, in all of its sinful ugliness and redemptive beauty, every day, for a whole month = $2900. That's a pretty good ROI.

Here is the point:
Pastors/Elders/Church Leaders - how much would it cost to take your entire church on a mission trip for a month? Hosting through New Horizons will cost less, guaranteed.

Families - how awesome would it be to go as family on a mission trip for a month? With New Horizons the mission field comes to your front door, sleeps under your roof, plays with your kids and dogs, and eats all of your oranges.

Dads and Moms - what would you do to share the gospel with children who may never hear it from anyone else? With New Horizons your life becomes a living breathing example of love, grace, mercy, hope, and peace.


Is it worth it? Absolutely, unequivocally, without a doubt, it is worth every penny.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Breaking the rules...

So, I had checked on for my flight and was headed into the security checkpoint when a man decided to break the rules, right in from of me. Instead of walking through the maze of rope and stanchion barriers in the empty cue, he went right under them.

There was nobody in the cue to complain about his flagrant violation, and he did look pretty spectacular for a late 50s guy with a sweet comb-over and a Hawaiian print shirt, ducking under dragging his suitcase behind.

I dutifully followed the designated back and forth path to end up right behind him again while the TSA agent looked over his credentials. It made me wonder why he did it, and why I didn't do it? Is there even a rule against it? Does it matter?

But that is just like us, isn't it? We make up rules for our own conscience sake. We will pick and choose what rules we follow. We criticize and condemn others for breaking our made up rules.

In the end Hawaiian shirt guy didn't hurt anyone or anything, except for maybe his cool factor (although wearing the shirt itself might have already zeroed out any cool points that he had left after the comb-over). He didn't break any laws. He just did something I wouldn't do, is that so wrong?

Friday, January 20, 2012

The wonder of "Why?"...


            So, our little 8 year old has been asking us about her adoption. "Why did you pick me?" It has been 2 1/2 years since we flew to the other side of the world to bring her and her older brother home. At first I was a little taken aback by her question, "Why did you pick me?" How do you explain the convergence of mighty providence and weak faith that brought about such a magnificent change in their lives?
            "We didn't pick you, God planned it and picked you for us." I tried.
            A couple days later she tried it on my wife, "Why did you pick us?" My wife gave the only answer we know "We didn't, God did."
            Again last night she asked, "Why did you pick me?" 
            I tried the same answer but she interrupted this time "No, WHY did you pick me from all the kids in Kichiry? WHY did you pick me?" 
            I tried again "We didn't pick you, God..."
            "No, Daddy, WHY did you pick me?"
            A light bulb clicked on and I finally understood the question. She didn't want to know which of her attributes we based our selection on. She knows it wasn't her pretty eyes, or her mischievous smile, or her skinny chicken legs. She was looking for the purpose behind her adoption. She really wanted to know the answer to "WHY did you pick me?"
            There is a lot of gospel hidden in her two simple questions. Maybe I spend too much time self-absorbed and pondering the unanswerable question of why God picked me. Maybe I should spend more time searching out WHY God picked me.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11

Thursday, January 12, 2012

War or Peace...

So, it would seem that humanity was not created for war. Our skin is too thin, our vital organs too exposed, our senses too fragile, our bones too brittle, our feet too slow, and our muscles too weak to be truly effective warriors. It is our creativity that allows us to overcome our weaknesses. Sadly, creativity is our greatest weapon. Like Uncle Ben told Peter, "With great power comes great responsibility." How will we choose to use the creativity we have been given?

Thursday, January 5, 2012

It's quiet...too quiet...


         So, we were visiting with some friends last night, sitting around the dining room table talking, when all nine kids came inside, into the dining room, all at once. The noise was pretty incredible. We shooed them all back outside to continue their game of hide and seek. The noise moved outside and we continued our conversation.

         I was reminded once again that there is no quiet in community. Whenever there is a bunch of people together, there will be some noise. Even in the most austere and intense prayer meetings, there is still the shuffling of feet, the sounds of breathing, the beating of hearts.

         It makes wonder about the times in my life when things are too quiet.