Saturday, September 30, 2017

The Puzzle of the Persecuted

My first trip to India was in April of 2002. It was at this time that persecution of the Christian Church was beginning to ramp up.

A pastor and his son had been burned to death in their by radicals in a major city , simply because they were Christians. Other Pastor's reported being dragged from their homes and Churches and being beaten and falsely accused of crimes. One of the leaders we visited had his home broken into and the intruders fired random shots down the hallway and around the house.

I was asked by Open Doors to join a team to travel to a few different areas and teach Pastors and other Christian Leaders about how to deal with persecution.

I thought that this was more than a little pretentious and quite the puzzle.

How was I going to teach anyone about that? 

 While I had dealt with the challenges of everyday life and had helped others walk through their problems, I was simply used to dealing with problems that paled in severity, next to the idea of being burnt to death because of my beliefs.
What could I possibly say that would help them on their way? Can you imagine being asked to teach someone else that has faced a life and death situation about how they can successfully navigate that problem, when you've never even faced it yourself? That's pretty much where I was.

But, I found the solution to that puzzle!

 I found that the simple acts of going there, talking to them, reminding them of the hope they have, listening to their experiences and praying with them made a huge impact on their lives.
I have recently begun a non-profit organization (in all my spare time) that helps connect people like you and I with International Christian Leaders for the purpose of encouraging them and praying for them, and letting them know that we stand with them. We call this organization "Alentar" (A Spanish word that means, simply "To Encourage").

We dont send them stuff, we dont send them money, we send them ourselves...our time, our prayers and, when possible, our visits. 

I was surprised at how much of a difference that can make, but now I know that it does. Not only in the lives of our International Family, but ours as well.

You can follow along with me by "liking" our Facebook page ( or by getting on our email list by dropping us a note at

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Cyber Warfare and a sharpened Kabar

Our youngest recently attended a week long Cyber Defense camp with the Civil Air Patrol.

We showed up at the end of the week to see his graduation ceremony and pick him up. The special guest speaker told us that he had literally waged war and killed with his computer and had been given mission orders from computers.

I had visions in my mind of him smashing someone with his old Apple IIe, literally killing someone with his computer, and Skynet becoming sentient and ordering him to wage war. Maybe this isn't quite what he meant.

Then they showed a video. In the video, a team of High Intensity Interval Training fit superbad looking special operators clandestinely sneak in on a compound with a few enemy combatants meeting in a pickup to plan the next 911 or something.

Instead of taking them all out with their Carl Gustav's and  Mark 3's, they get on some sophisticated communication thing that links them with some base in Alaska, a Cruiser in the Mediterranean, a satellite in outer space and a couple of jets flying around. It showed the grand vision of the integrated, high tech and lethal potential of Cyber Defense! It was impressive. Each link of this chain was a sight to see.

Then I thought that integrated systems are awesome! But, if one link in that chain is compromised, will the individual elements of these systems still be able to function independently? Or will a bad cell connection put an end to the entire operation?

At what point does a guy just have to sharpen up his Kabar and go to work?

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Stay the Night

Many years ago, Diane and I took Tom, the oldest, on a trip to Nebraska. On the way back, it was dark and late as we drove through New Mexico. On top of that, a sudden storm began to lash out at us on the darkened highway.

The nearest town was Las Vegas New Mexico, and the closest lodging we could find was the Inn of Las Vegas. Perhaps the loud party in the adjacent auditorium (that was really just a big covering built over a filled in swimming pool) should have been a clue, but it was late and we were tired.

The first room key we were given let us open up a room with someone else's luggage and stuff filling the room, which didn't make us feel too safe when we finally got a room of our own. Neither did the "fire escape", which was more of an old access panel from some older era, and opened to the hallway.

The saddest moment was when Tom dropped his toothbrush on the floor. He was so sad when he a mom made him throw it away, since his grandma gave it to him. But the floor didn't seem exactly pristine.

As we drove by on our recent trip, we were almost glad to see that all that was left of the inn was the sign.

Friday, June 30, 2017

In the anyone can take a reservation category....Shell Vacations Club and Wyndham Resorts

I generally don't use this as a forum for complaint. I think I did complain about a local used bookstore once for having dog crap on the floor. That was gross. This feels even more frustrating.

My in laws have a time share resort and offered to let us have a nice getaway for the weekend at The Legacy Golf Resort.  As owners, they are supposed to have the ability to do this. They booked us a nice room with the kitchen and dining area, so we planned a nice dinner with the cousins family.

However, upon arrival, they told us they had overbooked and they didn't want to keep someone else from getting the room they had been promised. As the resort is a Wyndham Resort, but the timeshare reservations are through Shell Vacations Club (which is owned by.....Wyndham Resorts), they told us they wouldn't be able to help us. They didnt want to have any complaints from anyone, I guess.

When we called Shell, they told us, that even though our names were on the reservation as guests, they would not speak to us. Only the owner. It seemed to me an odd way for the hospitality industry to treat guests, but that is their policy.

When Shelll Vacations was called by the owner, they said they couldn't do anything bout it. That would have to be dealt with by Wyndham Resorts and The Legacy Golf Resort.

We were, however, offered the opportunity to sit through a presentation on how we could become owners ourselves (And get a free stay somewhere, that may or may not be honored. Who knows.)

Somehow, our becoming "owners" doesn't really seem likely.

Even though they seem to have some serious systemic problems with keeping reservations and providing service, it is a nice place.
As we try to reframe, replay and enjoy our weekend anyways, watch this fun little video. Shell, Wyndham and The Legacy reminded us of this:

Sunday, June 25, 2017

The Swear Word from Snowy River.

Have you ever seen the family classic, "The Man From Snowy River"? It is a little silly at times, but it holds up pretty well. We are watching it tonight!

The first time I saw it was when I was in "Bible College", of all places.

Against the better judgement of some of our administration, they decided to hold a family movie night every Friday night. One of these nights, a few weeks in, they showed "The Man From Snowy River".

Since the projection staff new this movie had one bit of foul language in it, they were sensibly poised to mute the sound when that word came on. They even knew when it was coming, and diligently stood ready.

When the offending verbiage was scheduled to make it's unwelcome debut at our sanctified school, they muted the audio. They made sure they didn't turn it back on, until right before the word came blurting out of one of the Australian cowboy's mouths. Instead of muting the word, it had the effect of highlighting it, and making sure that everyone noticed it's entire impact.

Sadly, that was the last of family movie night.

Friday, May 19, 2017

All I need is a tall ship...

As I have shared before, their are some that think I have a propensity for winning random drawings. I have won, among other things, a trip to India, an American Girls Dollhouse that the girls really wanted and some random books, videos, lessons, food items and so forth.

I'm not sure if I really do win these any more than anyone else, but I do know that their seems to be a few rules.

They include:

1) I can't just win the prize at someone else's behest. the dollhouse didn't count as that, because it was something that I wanted to win for them. Not that I don't want to win prizes for others.  It's complicated. But the rule holds fast.

2) I have to know I am going to win ahead of time. If I don't know for sure, then I'm not going to win.

3) I have to announce said knowledge to someone else.

These are the rules and, if they are not kept, or the conditions aren't met, I won't win. If they are, I will.

The latest I won has yet to come to fruition. Pictured above is the sailing ship U.S.S. Bill of Rights. During a trip to San Diego, they were spinning a wheel for various prizes. they granddaddy of these prizes was a sailing lesson on the beautiful Bill of Rights.

I told Ethan, who was with me, that I was going to win that prize, because I knew I would. I spun the wheel and I won that prize.

The representatives of the vessel have contacted me once, and I'm still awaiting to hear when I can come sail away. ***I had hoped to give this prize to the oldest daughter, Is that a violation of the rules, thus voiding my prize? I think not, but we shall see.***

In the meantime, read this:

Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
Or watch this:

Saturday, April 29, 2017

The Oldies?

When I was young (younger) I liked to listen to the "oldies" from time to time. I got so I knew the words and could sing along with some of the early rock hits of the 50's and 60's. Those old timers used to be pretty cool.

I was recently a little surprised when i heard a middle school kid singing a song I new from my younger days. He was also surprised that I knew he words to one of the "oldies" that he enjoyed.

The same thing happens with my kids from time to time. They will find an old gem and I'll overhear and sing along with it. And, they too, will share some expression of shock that I know the song. I'm not sure if they think the song they found is just that obscure, or if they think I was never quite that cool. Either way, they are a bit surprised.

I suppose it's inevitable, but I think the era of "that's my music" could be in the past. But, I still try to find new tynes to enjoy too.

And here's the first tune that clued me in: