Prayers from Iraq

Omar from Iraq the Model graciously writes:

It seems that we were pretty much occupied with the bridge tragedy in Baghdad that we didn’t keep track of the news elsewhere till last night when I discovered the magnitude of the humanitarian crisis in the hurricane affected areas in the US.

I wish there was a way I could offer some help but there’s nothing but prayers I can give from where I am.

Knowing that people are dying and suffering in Louisiana hurts just as much as if that suffering and death were in Baghdad.

Those people are in our thoughts and prayers. May God help them and guide their rescuers.

Lots going on

I have a lot going on. Work is busy. Our family life is busy. I’m in the middle of upgrading another blog and it’s going to take a lot longer than I thought. That’s one reason I’m still up. My pillow beckons me . . .

I’m crosseyed from staring at the computer screen, manually restructuring tables, upgrading software fully 2 years out of date. Ah. . .

And I’ve got it so good. I’m blessed – tonight I went to church to pick up my daughters and their friend Taylor and I ran into some of the amazing people from our student ministry. That was – well, it was just great! It’s amazing what encouragement a few high-fives, a quick conversation with Stroke, a bright smile from Tamera, a great time spent catching up with Mego, watching Kevo, Brad and Candice practice, and a friendly poke in the arm from Jenny can do for a guy. And I had a fabulous “daddy-date” with Molly at Del Pueblo. I plan on doing the same with Bethany later this week (hang in there Beth!). Bethany gave me a sweet hug tonight – that’s gold!

I’m going to the guitar center and IHOP with Andrew tomorrow night. That will be very cool. And I played a soccer game with Blake tonight – man, he’s so good.

I’ve got a beautiful wife who really loves me. And – as much as I complain – I have a great job that I don’t deserve. And I still have a place to serve at church (the pastor search team) – even though I remain in a state of low-level grief over being called out of the Student ministry. I miss them, but I know that was the right thing to do and God is in control.

Amidst all my complaints that “I don’t have the time to do what I need to do” I am reminded that I have precisely the same number of hours in the day as Jesus Christ did.

And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed. And Simon and those who were with him searched for him, and they found him and said to him, “Everyone is looking for you.” And he said to them, “Let us go on to the next towns, that I may preach there also, for that is why I came out.” And he went throughout all Galilee, preaching in their synagogues and casting out demons.

– Mark 1:35-39 (ESV)

Perspective . . .

Lord, thank you for everything. May I become more like you.

Cool!

Well, not “literally” cool.

Our air conditioner has gone out (compressor).

I’m at home waiting for the repairman to bring out our new unit. We’ll see how this goes. Good thing it’s not summer and we live in a temperate zone.

Ha ha ha – I crack me up. I just checked – we live in Houston and it’s a million degrees outside! And now inside too! 🙂

But it’s all good. We can afford this. God provides.

And that’s what’s cool.

Jen, speaking the “M” word

Our blog-friend Jen, who was a confirmed and happy single when she first appeared on the blogosphere, recently began seeing “Beau”.

Today Jen used the “M” word in a post!

OK, folks. Here’s the deal:

1. Beau and I are in love. *and there was much rejoicing*

2. We are pretty certain that we will be getting married. By pretty certain, it’s at about 100%. However…

3. There are a lot of logistics that need working out.

We’re trusting God to help us figure out what needs doing to make it all work out. Who will look for a new job, where should we live, etc. We don’t want to get ahead of God’s timing – He has a plan, we just need to get clued in on what that is and we’re not sure about that yet.

I was hoping to hold off on posting this until I had met his family, which is scheduled for next week when his parents come back from their vacation in Ireland. The plan is for my parents and I to meet his parents, sister and family, and brother and family for dinner. (Yes, I’m taking my parents along for moral support and as deflection, too. I figure they should go ahead and meet the future in-laws while they’re on the east coast. Dad joked that otherwise they may not meet until the wedding. Ha ha.)

So know this:

A. I have not been proposed to officially yet.

B. As such, there is no date set for a wedding.

C. Those who need to know the details will get the details when we know them.

‘Kay?

Jen is a Jen-uinely good person (ha ha ha . . . heh. Pun intended . . . I kill me) – but I digress. Seriously, Jen is a wonderful person with a blog well worth reading. Pray for her and Beau as they continue to take steps toward the second most important decision a person can make in this life.

Congratulations Jen!

A good weekend

Some random updates, as posting has been sparse these last few days.

It was a good weekend. Friday night was a good night to relax, as all but one of our kids was out of the house (the girls spent the night at the grandparents, Andrew was at a guys retreat with friends). I crashed in bed – it was awesome to get some sleep.

Saturday opened with a sweet victory by the Giants over our flag-football rival The Texans (7-8 year old league). They are the only team that had beaten us – we had each beaten the other once. We won by a touchdown and we are still savoring the victory and our secured position as the best team in the league. It was my better-half’s idea to treat this game like a homecoming game; the kids all had their hair painted, we had those tough-guy black bars under their eyes, streamers on our cars, slogans on our windows, signs and spirit! That was our edge. Blake played the entire game and did a great job. Who dat say gonna beat dem Giants? Heh.

This morning the 249N band led worship with the following songs in our junior high service:

Failure to Excommunicate (Relient K)

Almighty God (Parachute Band)

Knees to the Earth (Watermark)

Into Your Presence (Canadian Vineyard)

Change Me (Sanctus Real)

The Watermark and Vineyard songs were particularly good – the worship was great! I’m blessed to get to work with this group.

We had a wonderful Mother’s Day and Jill enjoyed her new Brighton watch and Old Navy blouse (she, um, helped me pick them out so I knew she’d like them :-). The day was very rainy so after a great lunch at Pappasitos we came home and watched Phantom of the Opera. Great flick.

I leave you with links to Mr. Standfast’s Christian Identity series. It’s a great series and well worth reading:

Christian, You Are a Child of God

Christian, You Are a Branch of the True Vine

Christian, You Are a Friend of Jesus

Christian, You Are the Light of the World

Hope your weekend was great, and that your week is even better!

Noonan on Terri

The excellent Peggy Noonan has a column on the mindset of those enthusiastic for Terri Shiavo to die.

I do not understand the emotionalism of the pull-the-tube people. What is driving their engagement? Is it because they are compassionate, and their hearts bleed at the thought that Mrs. Schiavo suffers? But throughout this case no one has testified that she is in persistent pain, as those with terminal cancer are.

If they care so much about her pain, why are they unconcerned at the suffering caused her by the denial of food and water? And why do those who argue for Mrs. Schiavo’s death employ language and imagery that is so violent and aggressive? The chairman of the Democratic National Committee calls Republicans “brain dead.” Michael Schiavo, the husband, calls House Majority Leader Tom DeLay “a slithering snake.”

Everyone who has written in defense of Mrs. Schiavo’s right to live has received e-mail blasts full of attacks that appear to have been dictated by the unstable and typed by the unhinged. On Democratic Underground they crowed about having “kicked the sh– out of the fascists.” On Tuesday James Carville’s face was swept with a sneer so convulsive you could see his gums as he damned the Republicans trying to help Mrs. Schiavo. It would have seemed demonic if he weren’t a buffoon.

Why are they so committed to this woman’s death?

I don’t understand it either, although I suspect that most of the pull the tube crowd have been, politically speaking, extremely frustrated of late. Maybe this is just their chance to get a win.

Ms. Noonan asks some great questions:

I do not understand why people who want to save the whales (so do I) find campaigns to save humans so much less arresting. I do not understand their lack of passion. But the save-the-whales people are somehow rarely the stop-abortion-please people.

The PETA people, who say they are committed to ending cruelty to animals, seem disinterested in the fact of late-term abortion, which is a cruel procedure performed on a human.

I do not understand why the don’t-drill-in-Alaska-and-destroy-its-prime-beauty people do not join forces with the don’t-end-a-life-that-holds-within-it-beauty people.

I do not understand why those who want a freeze on all death penalty cases in order to review each of them in light of DNA testing–an act of justice and compassion toward those who have been found guilty of crimes in a court of law–are uninterested in giving every last chance and every last test to a woman whom no one has ever accused of anything.

There are passionate groups of women in America who decry spousal abuse, give beaten wives shelter, insist that a woman is not a husband’s chattel. This is good work. Why are they not taking part in the fight for Terri Schiavo? Again, what explains their lack of passion on this? If Mrs. Schiavo dies, it will be because her husband, and only her husband, insists she wanted to, or would want to, or said she wanted to in a hypothetical conversation long ago. A thin reed on which to base the killing of a human being.

The pull-the-tube people say, “She must hate being brain-damaged.” Well, yes, she must. (This line of argument presumes she is to some degree or in some way thinking or experiencing emotions.) Who wouldn’t feel extreme sadness at being extremely disabled? I’d weep every day, wouldn’t you? But consider your life. Are there not facets of it, or facts of it, that make you feel extremely sad, pained, frustrated, angry? But you’re still glad you’re alive, aren’t you? Me too. No one enjoys a deathbed. Very few want to leave.

Her conclusion:

Once you “know” that–that human life is not so special after all–then everything is possible, and none of it is good. When a society comes to believe that human life is not inherently worth living, it is a slippery slope to the gas chamber. You wind up on a low road that twists past Columbine and leads toward Auschwitz. Today that road runs through Pinellas Park, Fla.