Archive for the ‘Inspirational’ Category

We made it down here to Christus Victor in Ocean Springs, Mississippi safely. Thank you everyone for your prayers and thoughts. The drive was very entertaining and I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know my teammates — fellow church members — better. We now have a supportive comraderie to get us through whatever God has ahead for us.

We had a nice “last supper” meal in Mobile, AL before we got into the devestated area. It was very interesting to hear the waitress’s story. While the hurricane center was quite a ways away, they still sustained quite a bit of damage. Her story was interesting because she evacuated with a days old baby for hurricane Dennis several weeks before. Since that did not do much damage, she was determined to weather “the next one”. She stayed with her weeks old baby and survived the worst but was without power for 2 1/2 weeks — again, with a weeks old baby. It was interesting to hear her perspective and we were glad to hear everything was ok with her now.

The place we grabbed dinner at had bumper stickers all over as interesting wallpaper. One caught my eye as I headed into the men’s room. It was very applicable and perfect for sharing on this blog. It read “You cannot wander too far from God’s love because his arms are so long.” How appropriate.

We arrived at the church and were then redirected to Camp Victor which was kinda like camp for adults. It is in an old garment factory that has been recycled into the center hub of recovery activity for the church. There are dorms for men and women, a dining room, lounge area, facilities and a very crammed warehouse. It is good to see all the donations coming forth, especially this late in the cycle of destruction. Other than the token acknowledgement of the year anniversary mark, the typical main stream media in it’s MTV attention like way has pretty much neglected this story. It is not fun to talk about the devestation, the loss, the hurt, the recovery efforts over and over and over again every night. The MSM has moved on. However, I was shocked to hear in the orientation that Lutheran Social Services is planning on being here for 6 to 8 more years!!!!! To put it another way, approx 75,000 homes were completely destroyed. Another 60,000 were so severely damaged they need to be rebuilt. So over 135,000 homes need to be rebuilt in some form or another. The Ocean Springs residential construction industry can rebuild 1500 homes a year. The Baton Rouge residential construction industry can rebuild about 3000 homes a year. And while it is possible to bring in construction folks, there really is no place for them to stay. And finally, the statistic that 100,000 people on the Mississippi gulf coast are still living in trailers was striking.

The bottom line is that there is much work to be done here. And most of it is getting done by faith and non-profit places like Christus Victor.

I am going to end with a story that was told to us during orientation.

There was a little boy who, after the storm, was at the coast picking up stranded starfish and throwing them back into the water so they would survive. An old man came up to the boy and told him he was wasting his time. That he should look at all the starfish and that there was no way he could possible help all of the thousands stranded on the beach. The little boy picked up a starfish and threw it back into the water and said “I just made a difference to THAT starfish”.

Tomorrow, I hope to make a difference…..one starfish at a time.

God bless the people of Christus Victor.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

One really good habit I have recently gotten into is my nightly devotions. I have a quarterly devotional alongside my Bible on the nightstand. It has been a good tool to wind down the day and to mentally prepare me for the following day. Sometimes, rather than disturb my wife with the reading light if she is already asleep, I will read some devotional material on my PalmPilot (thanks to AvantGo). I came across this one tonight and I was moved enough to pre-post it for tomorrow’s post. I wanted to make sure it didn’t get updated and overwritten when I sync at work tomorrow.

The Penny

Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband’s employer’s house. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway and cars costing more than her house. The first day and evening went well and Arelene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live.

The husband’s employer was quite generous as a host and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so she was enjoying herself immensely. As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment. Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single, darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts.

Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny. He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?

Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value. A smile crept across the man’s face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see.

She had seen many pennies before. What was the point of this?

“Look at it” he said. “Read what it says”.

She read the words “United States of America”.

“No, not that; read further”.

“One cent?”

“No, keep reading”.

“In God we trust?”

“Yes!” he said.

“And?”

“And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God’s way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!”

When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words “In God We Trust” and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And God is patient.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

I was involved in a corporate teambuilding event yesterday. Our entire work site rode on a nice bus across the river to a retreat in Indiana. It was a beautiful facility set up to offer exercises, learning, recreation and relaxation.

In addition to enjoying the day with my co-workers and bonding and acting more as a team, a visual picture was painted by one of the facilitators. It went like this — when we are born, we are all given five balls. The first one representing ourselves is made of rubber. We can drop it and it will bounce back. The next four are made of fine crystal and are extremely fragile. One of those represents family. If we drop it, it shatters and we cannot put it back together. The next crystal ball represents friends. That one, too, will shatter if we drop it. The third crystal ball is for your health. Like the others, we need to handle that one gently. The final ball represents your integrity. Drop that one like the others, and you cannot put it back together.

It was a powerful analogy that I hadn’t heard before and puts into perspective how we need to treat those very important aspects of our lives.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

Heard a great sermon today at church. Pastor Paul went into an analogy of stones — how they can be used for evil (as in throwing at people like they did in the old days when they stoned someone to death) or good (as in building structures and foundations). We all have a stone but it is what we do with it that matters. Are we going to build something with it? Or throw it in anger? Pastor also mentioned that when you throw it in anger, you are still left with your anger and bitterness. However, when you build something with it, you end up with a whole that is greater than the original stone. It is a very nice parallel to our lives. The gospel referred to us as “living stones”. It all depends on what we do with our stone.

He also went on to describe a term I hadn’t heard before — “consumerism Christianity”. It is defined as that safe belief of not getting involved and taking from the church, from the service and from relationships but never giving. It becomes isolationism and benefits no one. Your faith, religion and spirituality need to be exercised regularly. By giving, by participating, by involving yourself. You end up being a stone in a greater group of stones built for good that has a value greater than the sum of it’s parts.

What are you doing with your stone?

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m 87 years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel.”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends.

Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk non-stop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.

She loved to dress up and she reveled inthe attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her 3×5 cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.”

“You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!”

“There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are 19 years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn 20 years old. If I am 87 years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn 88. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.”

“Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose”. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net