Thursday, December 1, 2016

These Are Days, We Remember...


Ian, 

Sometimes a simple song captures what I am feeling - the joy, the sadness, the hope, the melancholy.  As a family, we really enjoyed the 10,000 Maniacs as you grew up. We listened to this song literally a hundred times in the car and at home. It captures the reality that pictures remind us of good days, bad day, but most of all - relationships. Time comes and goes - it goes more than comes for sure. Pictures are powerful adjuvants for memory, drawing out the conversations, the "reporting" as you stood over the bed telling us about your day or night, the text conversations, the phone calls, the games, and other ways we shared life together. Memories provide us with much joy as we wait to meet again. Holidays are hard. Miss you E.


These are the days, ohh

 

These are days, you'll remember

Never before and never since, I promise

Will the whole world be warm as this and as you feel it


These are the days
 



You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky

It's true that you are touched by something

That will grow and bloom in you













These are the days

These are days, you'll remember

When May is rushing over you with desire

To be part of the miracles you see in every hour









These are the days






These are days


You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky

It's true that you are touched by something

That will grow and bloom in you














These are the days you might fill with laughter until' you break


 These are days






These days you might feel a shaft of light make it's way across your face







These are days
 

When you do you'll know how it was meant to be


These are days




See the signs and know their meaning




It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be



Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you




These are days

Falling Asleep to Rise Again



Ian, 

You fell asleep at the wheel – a consequence of narcolepsy, intensity of college studying, unparalleled physical activity and lack of medical compliance. You had never fell asleep in such an uncontrolled manner before – you fell asleep only once – but that once was at the wrong time, under the wrong circumstances. You died, immediately. You not being here is sad beyond words, crushing, full of raw feeling and really shakes me up to the core. How do I view death? What is it and how to react to the loss of you - part of my very life - and how to look to the future?

Traditional views depending on religion of choice argued for some “life after death” or “life recycling” in reincarnation. This comes in different forms – bliss, grey and ghostly, or torment – it depends on your station in life, agreement with religious tenants, time or location of life. Today, many books, TV shows, and movies have sought to argue and support this with evidence from experience, holy books and science.

Many scientists differ with this position, and assert that death is final. Dawkins, Krauss, Diamond, Musolino and others argue “Astronomy has taught us that our planet is not the navel of the universe. We learned from biology that we were not created by God but evolved alongside millions of other species. [The Soul Fallacy] is about another seismic change in our self-image. Most people today believe that we have the bodies of beasts and the souls of angels. Science tells us otherwise.” As Francis Crick once remarked, “You, your joys and your sorrows, your memories and your ambitions, your sense of personal iden­tity and free will, are in fact no more than the behavior of a vast assembly of nerve cells and their associated molecules.” If we are soulless, products of biology, these men suggest that if we are without God, we must “get over any after death future” and come to grips with our decisive end.

As a Christian and scientist – I cannot escape this type of argument. But these arguments bear many flaws concerning how we view science, God, His actions, and methods of investigation, induction and deductive processes. Does this argument obviate a soul? Does natural law in the physical, chemical, geological and biological worlds argue for no God? Indeed, if an Author indeed had a hand in creation, should He not paint with the palette of biology? What is spirit anyway – is it measurable? Is it expressed in neurological impulses and responses? Must it be emergent? I think this argument tells us a great deal more about ourselves as humans than the merits of any position.

What makes us truly human? Use of tools, language, physical properties, guilt, forgiveness, brain size? Knowledge and intercourse with the Divine? Arguments from theology, anthropology, psychology or biology can be made – maybe some or all contribute. But operationally, I think that the knowledge of the clock, the progression of time toward an end, separates us from other biological organisms. We are then only organisms to understand our temporal progression and ultimate end. In this process, humans are driven simultaneously by the recognition, retention and ownership of identity, destiny and mortality. Argumentation, self-elevation and positioning give grounds for identity. Assurance of destiny is essential and people fight for certainty. Certainty – even in soulless finality – is preferable to lack of understanding, mystery, and uncertainty. Simple belief in religious tenants likewise proves easier than grappling with the complexities of earthly facts and heavenly truths. Finally, mortality threatens both our identity and destiny. Death is the power that erases us all from the earth and memory. Our destinies are cut short and our identities are ultimate forgotten.

So, what does it mean to die? Religion and science can theorize, but where can we look to for authoritative perspective? If one believes the Gospels and the legacy of the apostles, only one person has such perspective – Jesus. He faced death in life, death as death, and death in resurrection. What did He teach?

Mark 5:21-53.
Jarius’ heart falls – his friends arrive and inform him that his beloved daughter died. I understand how the heart falls, hope drains and the manner he viewed Jesus changed immediately. He had implored Jesus to heal her, but Jesus had become sidetracked on the way and now it was too late. Jesus seems to understand exactly what Jarius feels and councils, “Do not be afraid; just believe!” They enter the house and Jesus boldly tells the mourners to stop weeping, “The child is not dead, but asleep.” Mocking ensued. But Jesus boldly approached the dead child and told the little girl to get up. And she did! All the synoptic gospels recorded this display of Jesus’ power (Matt. 9:18 cf; Luke 8:40 cf).

John 11:1-44
I already wrote about Lazarus’ death and Jesus reaction in another blog, but here are some interesting thoughts in light of Jarius’ daughter. Jesus hears of his friend’s serious illness, He mysteriously does not rush to help, but stays put and says this illness is not unto death, but the glory of God. When Jesus decides that it was time to go to his friends in Bethany, he tells his disciples, “Our friend Lazarus sleeps, but I go to wake him up.” The disciples were confused by this statement – so Jesus was explicit – Lazarus had died and they must go to him. Jesus boldly faces death with the declaration that “I am the resurrection and the life, he that believes in me will live even if he dies…” Jesus then grieves with the sisters, then commands Lazarus to come forth – alive. And Lazarus obeys!

It seems that those who Jesus intends to raise – the girl and Lazarus – they sleep. They await His word and power to “re-liven” them so they “walk” again. How do we approach death? In faith (Mark 5:36; Luke:8:50; John 11: 25-26), we must believe that death does not have the final word – but Jesus does – and that we may sleep awaiting His word to give new life to our bodies. But what happens to ourselves, our uniqueness, our souls (whatever that may mean according to religion or science)?

Matt. 22:23-33; Mark 12:18-27; Luke 20:27-40
The Sadducees poise a ridiculous question about relationships and the resurrection. These Jewish leaders who for the sake of logic, politics and other reasons have chosen to disbelieve in the resurrection of the dead. They appear to be baiting Jesus into seeing the "ridiculousness" of this position - believing in a life beyond the grave - through their silly story. Jesus does not take the bait and declares that they do not know what the Scriptures teach nor have they experienced God's power. He proves His point by pointing out the present tense verbs in the common way the Father presented Himself in the Old Testament. God is not only identifying with the saints of old to demonstrate the continuity of His purpose and grace, but is declaring that He is a God of life - that these very same saints still serve Him before His throne.

Jesus, as He faces His own death and the need to lay down His life, boldly declares that the resurrection is real, is coming, and has current implications. Saints of old, those in the great cloud of witness watching our life race (Heb. 12:1-2), are safe, at home with the Father - but more than that, the Father sent the Son to reconcile all things to Himself and pave the way for not only our spirits, but our bodies, to be redeemed - proving that nothing is outside His grace and transforming power. Such is the greatness of our Savior's atonement. It is not just the cross, but it coupled with the empty tomb that gives us such hope. Paul confirms this position: “For none of us lives to himself, and none of us dies to himself. For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord's. For to this end Christ died and lived again, that he might be Lord both of the dead and of the living.” (Rom. 14:7-9). This verse parallels the message of Matt. 22.32 ‘“I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob’? He is not the God of the dead but of the living.” Conclusion: those who are chosen and are embraced by the Father's love and grace are forever preserved with Him - alive!! Our “selves” when not with our bodies are with God.


The Transfiguration (e.g. Matt. 17:1-13 and 1 Peter 1)
Here Jesus’ true nature was exposed and interestingly Moses and Elijah appear to discuss with Jesus His coming passion (see Luke’s account). How did the disciples know that the visitors were Moses and Elijah? There were no pictures!!! Luke says they appeared in glory (Luke 9:31) and obviously their real selves were recognizable.

This experience with the statements to the Sadducees, that the faithful of old are not obliterated upon death, not in “soul sleep” awaiting a final resurrection, but with God serving Him and available to do as He says – such as go visit His Son. Whatever we are with God is recognizable and unique – our identity is preserved. Further, this encounter confirms Matt. 22:32 that men and women of faith do not “die” really, but live. Their bodies may die, but their unique nature lives on. Their bodies sleep and await the call of Jesus to take back their breadth and live. This suggests that our mortality is real for our bodies, but temporary. Mortality is not the destiny of our true selves – we are destined to be with God.

Luke 16:19-31
Jesus tells the story of the rich man and Lazarus. The story vividly describes their different lives and ends. Jesus describes the mortality of both – their bodies die –no doubt their bodies had different and predictable ends – one buried/honored and the other probably discarded as refuse. But their selves had equally different destinies. Immediately, they find themselves in different places: bliss in Abraham’s bosom and torment separated from God. In their places, each may was recognizable, had history, desired a future. They did not float, have wings, or harps – they remained as their were – serving God or separated from God – as they were before their deaths. In this story, there is no delay, no intermediate state, just profound personal transition. Moses, Elijah and the Patriarchs each died too – no resurrection of bodies occurred – but they were translated to God’s presence, kept their identities and were available to serve God and appear to Jesus. Jesus’ story follows this line of destiny and condition for the faithful.

The identity of Abraham as the site Lazarus rested in reflects that truth that we are all sons of Abraham through faith in Jesus (Gal. 3:7). Abraham is the father of the faithful and his identity is preserved in heaven, and so is Lazarus’ as one of his “sons” – who followed in Abraham’s footsteps to believe God to be true and faithful. Therefore, Lazarus and all the faithful receive the blessing promised to Abraham, that God would “be God to you and to your offspring after you.” Gen. 17:7. Again, the truth is reinforced, at death our true selves rest in God and retain their identities.

Luke 23:33-43
Jesus is apparently at His weakest – He is crucified; He is mocked; He dies. But He also forgives, blesses and hears the first prayer of a thief. Two thieves indeed surround him – one reviled Him, and the other defended Him. This later thief asks for Jesus to remember Him when He comes into His kingdom. This faith in who Jesus is and His purpose was the difference between the two. Jesus responds to the man’s faith by promising that “today,” this very day, he would be with Jesus in Paradise – the garden of the King! There is no suggestion of soul sleep, delay, oblivion or other – just continued existence in a new “place” or dimension. This was the same experience of Jesus who preceded the thief in Paradise.

These teachings and experiences of Jesus argue that the death is real, it comes to all but the transition is immediate, that mortality comes to the body, but identity is maintained and destiny is determined by one’s actions in this life – namely faith in Jesus and His power to overcome death. There is no intermediate state, delay, and outcome – just transition through mortality to destiny with identity.

Matt. 28, Mark. 16, Luke 24, John 20-21, 1 Cor. 15
It is strange that the disciples did not record more about the resurrection of Jesus in the Gospels. Each is clear: the resurrection was not expected; the disciples were surprised, unbelieving and slow to faith; Jesus appears to them- one-on-one or in groups to ignite faith in them. He is clearly Jesus – they recognize him. But He is different – He appears to not be confined to time, space and matter as we as humans are. He appears; He disappears; He ascends out of sight. Yet He is still very human – His body is recognizable; He bears the scars of His passion; He cooks; He eats; He is touched; He commissions. He is observed and seen by upwards of 500 persons at once – no doubt it caused a fuss! But the Gospels just record the first appearances, say that if all He taught and did were recorded there was not enough paper, and fast forward to the ascension (which is not mechanistically described – just the perceptions as Jesus faded from view). It seems that the disciples lives switched gears, that the reality of Jesus’ resurrection was so clear and profound, they run to all parts of the world and tell all they see. Their lives mark the resurrection even more than their words.

Jesus did not cease being Jesus in death and resurrection. His resurrection united His undeniable self with His body. His body still bore the evidence of His sacrifice – it was not magically repaired. His wounds of love were evident. He was capable of full human action on earth again, but did not seem bound by the same rules of our biology and physics. This type of resurrection is what Paul said will happen to us. Our humanness, our dust must be changed and the corruptible put on incorruptible. Our bodies will be transformed to be like the man from heaven, spiritual, yet real and reunited with our selves to be fully “us” again.

I tell you this, brothers: flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed. For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:
 “Death is swallowed up in victory.”
 “O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting (1 Cor. 15:51-55). 

Yep, that pretty much sums up that – sure, yet still mysterious. Reuniting spirit and body in a spiritual, heavenly form – forever. Paul then encourages the believers, in light of this certain and blessed end, “Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.” 1 Cor. 15:58

What did the apostles teach about death and the relationship of the spirit and the body?

Acts 7
The story of Stephen gives us the first insight how Jesus’ teaching were grasped and understood by the first generation of believers. Stephen was a man mighty in faith and action, but that often gets you into trouble. Indeed, Stephen was hauled before the Council. He gave testimony of God’s faithfulness to His people, but their continual turning away from Him. The kicker was that Stephen said this very group of men listening to him was guilt of the same by killing the Righteous One. The audience came at Stephen in anger ready to get off the speaker’s stand. At this moment, Stephen appears to stop them cold as he declares He sees Jesus at God’s right hand in heaven. This was too much – Stephen was carried out and stoned. As he felt the stones hit him, Stephen cried out, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit” and “ Lord, do not hold this sin against them” then he fell asleep. Hmmm, interesting. Stephen dies basically quoting some of Jesus’ sayings on the cross. Not exact, but enough to show that under extreme duress, these words were ingrained in his mind – his spirit to be received by Jesus – as Jesus’ spirit was received by God. This act of grace prompted Stephen to extend this grace to his murderers – just as Jesus had done. There was not a nebulous hope presented by Stephen, but a definite, plan and sequence. And then he fell asleep, to wake again.

1 Cor. 15, 2 Cor. 4-5
I know that we already considered the victorious conclusion of the chapter, but it also begins with a bang. Paul boldly states that the essentials of the Christian faith are rather simple (He declares Jesus’ humanity as essential – thus the incarnation – elsewhere). Jesus died for our sins, was buried and was raised on the third day, according to the Scriptures. That Jesus appeared to Peter, the twelve, James, Paul himself, but also 500 brothers at one time. This is the cornerstone – the reality that Jesus died and lives again. But then he says curiously, that most of the 500 are still alive, though some have fallen asleep. The word for sleep is the same used for Lazarus, for Stephen. They fell asleep to wake again. Paul goes on to argue that if we will not be raised, Christ did not. If Christ did not, we have no hope and those who died did not go to sleep but perished. The same word used in John 3:16. This seems like a clear allusion to a Jesus’ word talking about how we perish without Him, slowly, then eternally. Paul establishes a connection, a cause and effect between Jesus and His believers. Jesus died, God received His Spirit and his body was in effect “sleeping” or waiting for His Spirit to return and enliven it. He did enliven it as a new resurrection body – still Jesus, yet different. Our natural bodies are that of this earth – elements and biology – but our resurrected bodies will be the stuff of heaven.

Thus, our bodies are sacred as temples of God’s Spirit (1 Cor. 6:19-20), but also part of who we are and they will be reformed, reshaped and remade in heavenly form to live in heavenly places. Death to Christians is sleep for the body and union with Christ in the Spirit – being absent from the God is being present with the Lord (2 Cor. 4:11-5:10). We believe that even as our bodies fail us, the One who raised Jesus will raise us with Jesus – that cause and effect again – and the mortal will put on a heavenly dwelling. The reverberation of Jesus' concept of "sleep" to rise again comes through the teachings of Paul and the other apostles. 

God’s Spirit is the proof of something beyond biology, beyond this world. He is our guarantee. We can walk by faith in the promises of God and not our sight – with our body dying. Knowing that our aim is to please God whether at home or away from Him.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Measuring a Moment


Spending
Cheating
Gaining
Loosing
Time


Deafening quiet
Broken by rhythmic ticking
Paired with perpetual tocking
Keeping endless procession
Measuring a moment

Turning gears
Arranged by circumference
Interlocked through extension
Turning in jerky harmony
Measuring a moment

Winding spring
Released radial tension
Transformed mechanical energy
Creating incremental action
Measuring a moment

Seconds become minutes
Transform to hours
Stretch to days
Drag to years
When do years cease and eternity engages


Halting hands
Frozen gears
Suspended motion
Dancing arrests
Measuring a moment

Counting life's moments
Calculated the weightiness
Plumbed the meaning
Reverberating in memory
Measuring a moment

Freezing time
Hoped by fools
Wound and rewound again
Starting more revolutions
Measuring a moment

Seconds become minutes
Transform to hours
Stretch to days
Drag to years
When do years cease and eternity engages


Sensing
Passing
Making
Never-ending
Time

Love you E

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Did I ever say I loved to play music with my son?


New memories are sharp, vivid and reside in the senses. I miss new memories wit you Ian. My memoirs are now more diffuse, liquid but visceral. They are attached to activities, places and sounds. Wish we had pictures or movies - but with music together - it is all in form of memory.

Playing with you was a father's dream.
  • Practicing in your bedroom, 
  • Hearing you experimenting with licks while walking around the house, 
  • Encouraging each other to make the riff work, 
  • Setting up and tearing down the set at the Stone, 
  • Looking to my left and seeing you lay down the bass line, 
  • Sitting under the lockers - sharing our souls and praying to our Father, 
  • Laughing with you as we talked after about the set, 
  • Roadie-ing your stuff before or after a show, 
  • Listening with pride and awe from the audience, 
  • Singing worship together at the Stone, and 
...thinking it would never end.


The memories linger and hang all over Austin - reminding me of our times playing, singing or listening with you. They dwell in
  • Our house - literally in every room, 
  • Austin High hallways and choir room where the Stone meets, 
  • Antones' old building, 
  • Guitar stores around town,
  • Used CD stores - had to have the physical CD,
  • Beale Street and other clubs on West and East 6th districts, 
  • Rock island at Zilker, 
  • The Erwin Center, 
  • The Stone's St. John's campus, and 
...in all the pictures I treasure on my phone.



Memories permeate sounds that I hear. Need not be exact, but if they recall the
  • Hum of Bessey being plucked, 
  • 'Pop' and 'snap' of your Musicman's strings, 
  • Fluid slide on the Godin frettless, but also in the 
  • Distorted sounds of my tele,
  • "It just isn't right" of the PRS, 
  • Sparkle of the Deluxe, 
  • Opening riff of "Love Shines,"
  • Ring of a sus chord up the neck, 
  • The "cool" of a blues lick on the bass strings
  • Blend of an open string riff in the middle of a song, or
...anytime I hear music.



 It took a while but I found a sound that haunts and reminds what we shared and foretells where we will be going together. The open ring of a Gretsch hollowbody coupled with the bend of a Bigsby would be it. I hear you
  • Between the notes, 
  • Behind the chords, 
  • Pushing me to think different, 
  • Coaxing nimbleness from old fingers, 
  • Opening my ears to new progressions, and 
...ultimately in all I play.

I still look to my left, still hear your voice and always play with you - for in that experience what was diffuse and liquid takes tangible form through music and fingers on the strings. The visceral becomes sense-able again - sharp, vivid and permeating all my senses.

Did I ever say I love to play music with my son?

Love you E



Monday, March 14, 2016

Here Comes the Sun - Daylight Savings


Ian,

I always looked forward to Daylight Savings Time!! It was when you and I had actual sunlight to go outside after school and work and play outside for an hour or two before night set in, were exhausted or were so hungry that we had to eat!

In junior high and early high school, our evening playing focused on basketball. All winter we lacked the sun. But this did not deter us - we kept playing basketball after my work ... but it would be dark and only by the light of our motion sensor outdoor lights. Artificial light is helpful, but was a poor substitute for the sun. The shadows, the glare and the inadequate coverage gave us fits - to see the basket, make the shots and have a fair game. (Funny how those lights, when turned on even now, flood not just light, but precious memories of our basketball games into my mind.)


But now, it's Daylight Savings!! The sun was out again. Of course the sun set BEHIND the goal making some shots a eye-burning challenge, but we could see and play together. That was the key word - together. We all had work to do - school, practice with teams, actual work - not to mention homework, but all could be postponed a bit for the chance to play, together. One-on-one, HORSE, shooting practice, dunk "practice" filled out evenings. I remember working on your shot - moving from the swoop around the head (Randy Moff style...) to the straight up strategy. Manners to shoot over taller persons, and to focus always on the basket (a must on our driveway with its "slope"). Smiles filled our faces as we left our "court" to eat dinner and rest.
(the actual site for the start of exciting one-on-one games and 3-point shots)

 As time went on, basketball became less the focus. I have wrote about the changes in your interests elsewhere - addition of weight lifting and new interests in Ultimate. But Daylight Savings also benefited these activities. Yes...you would make me do push ups, pull ups, etc. then we would run around the block in a series of "sets." You know how much I "love" running - so this all about being together, not so much about the running!!!


Ultimate from mid-high school through Texas A&M was the real focus. We would go outside in the front yard or in the street and toss the disc. We would practice over the head catches, running catches, different throwing styles, follow the disc, etc. Sometimes my "skills" led to the disc falling down the street drain. But we would NOT loose a disc! Up went the manhole lid, down you went into the drain, and up went the disc. I cannot tell you how funny it was to see a startled cat yelp and run out of the drain on one occasion. He/she never expected to have a visitor in this hiding place!



Daylight savings time provided for the light to play disc together with Caylea at A&M. I know that I have told this story before, but it is such a great time - worth telling again! We pulled in "late" for food - at least from Caylea's point of view. She had been sleeping while I drove to town. You talked with her - in a hangry state - after she awakened. The nap coupled with you being late to be picked led to ... let's say, frustrations. You said we had woke up a hibernating bear!! After food all was good. We headed to the Research Park. I showed you guys the bridge that I proposed to Mom on - and we had time to play disc, well with disc golf discs. That is a bit more complicated!! You warned us not to throw near the lake. C and I abided by your expert advise. You however were inspired to try to span the lake with my Orc disc - to which we watched it rise, fall into the lake and sink...You slayed my Orc. To which you were named "Orcrist" - the sword to slay all Orcs (and goblins...). We laughed and laughed together as we headed back to the car as sun sat on College Station. We dropped you off - a great time together.


Just having one's child say, "Dad, let's play some ball!"; "Dad, throw the disc with me?" Let alone having two or three ask such questions - is the greatest gift a parent can receive. Time...time with one's kids; to a parent - such time is irreplaceable. One can set no value on it.

So, here comes the sun! Daylight savings leads me to remember how thankful I am for the sun and the opportunity to spend quality time with my kids (now I spend more time walking the dogs...another story). I am filled with wonderful memories, joy, thankfulness and hope. Hope, for one day we will hear a trumpet blast and "shout" and then, here will come the Son. I long for His face and the joyous reunion to follow.

Until then, love you "e",

Dad


Sunday, December 27, 2015

Birthdays


Ornaments wrapped and boxed
Tree taken down
Decorations hauled to the attic
Transition complete

One epic celebration gives way to another
Joy over the birth of Christ
Joy for the birth of you
Such is our annual tradition

Pinatas with bats dangerously swinging
Candy spilling, friends frenzy
Trampolines, en masse bouncing high
Sliding down our hill on folded boxes

Video games and shooting pool,
Ice cold water and a bubbling hot tub
Bicycle riding, skating and jumping
Deck to build, grind, catch air and ollie

Scavenger hunts (photo evidence a must)
Bowling with friends, under black light
Basketball games become dunk contests
Trash cans enter, sweaty t-shirts leave


Hello Kitty napkins, funny cake decorations
Table cloth and cups in pink and light blue
All attempts to embarrass
Totally lost on you

A birthday near Christmas has advantages
Negotiation for combo gifts begins months ago
An iPod, speaker system, a bass, it keeps going
Regardless of size, joy, that smile, always gratitude


Family and friends gather to celebrate
Fun and foil 
Candles to count and light
Wishes to be made, flames going out


Life like a candle on a cake
Burns hot one minute, smolders the next
Seems so bright, intense and warm
Then gone, memories seared inside the eyes

Such was watching you grow
One day a baby, the next a boy, then a man
How can time pass so quickly?
Why can the candle not be still burning?


But the tradition continues
Christmas makes way for your birthday
Decorations, just a few, are packed
Memories and hopes unpacked

Do they celebrate birthdays at Home?
Are there new hopes, new dreams to realize?
Are gifts unwrapped? Joys shared?
Each person remembered?


Time is a passing thing
Steps taken before eternity
A deep longing remains
Knowing reunion awaits

A new type of joy
Deeper level of love
An expansive relationship
Unity, we are one as He is

Identity in purpose, 
Solidarity in praise, 
Alliance of love
Harmony in peace


Maybe birthdays continue at Home
Not marking our entrance into time
But marking fulfillment of His promises
The complete experience grace

I guess a cake will be in order
A celebration fit for the King
Friends and family gather
As each deep hope and dream are unwrapped

No candles need be lit there
No wishes to be made
Time has no place there
All desire has found its resting place




Friday, October 9, 2015

#ianstrong

How strong in body, mind and spirit
When you walked this earth








You strengthened your body:
 










 
Enlarged your muscles - lifting heavy weight; can you say Smartcar?

Increased your stamina - running many laps; a 5k after leg day, really?

Intensified your agility - engaging in so many sports and how many concussions?

Extending your leap - jumping anything nearby; dunk contests, Frisbee discs, and trashcans
 

Improved your dexterity - playing guitar and bass; Bessy, the Music Man, Godin, 7-string, still more?
 
 







You exercised your mind:
 





 

 


Renewed in conception - reading, hearing, constantly surfing the web

Steady in conviction - grounded, convinced, even when ...wrong!
 
Tenacious in seeking truth - constant seeking and continual conversation
 
Expansive through investigation - always researching, Googling, Youtubing
 
Energetic with new ideas - always listening, "musicing", sharing

 





 You developed an athletic spirit:







 


With vigorous faith - counting all lost

In hearty worship - hands lifted high
 

Through consistent service - to neighbors at home and abroad
 

Overflowing with joy - that smile, that giggle
 

To eternal ends - knowing who holds your reward


How weighty the loss
         

         unendurable the separation

         steady the tether of love


         robust the thankfulness


         active the memories


         vigorous the hope


         firm the anticipation
 

 

Indeed, how strong the Father’s love is for us 

             how deep His condescension

             how scandalous His rising

             how immense our seating

             how audacious His promise
    


 

Spanning time, 

Bridging distance, to



        unite body, mind and spirit - again


        experience reunion - again


        grant joy - again

 

Loving you “E” - reunion soon,

Dad