It was the 1970's and a duo who called themselves 'Gospel Seed' wrote the following lines. A song that I have likely quoted more than any other. Thank you Gary and Mike.
Golden Chain
"God made the colors for you and me, beautifully for us to see, glad He didn't it black and white, much to our delight. God put the colors in the red red rose and in the green of the grass that grows, and all the colors of the butterfly as they go fluttering by.
But the colors I love best is when I lay my head to rest, is watching while clouds go floating by on the blue color of the sky. La la la la la la la la la la la...la la la la la la la la la la la...la la la la la la la la la la la...Colors are yours and mine.
Orange is the color of the fruit on the tree, pick it and eat it so naturally, purple is the color of the grape on the vine, colors are yours and mine.
But the colors I love best is when I lay my head to rest, is watching
white clouds go floating by on the blue color of the sky. La la la la la
la la la la la la...la la la la la la la la la la la...la la la la la
la la la la la la...Colors are yours and mine."
Song by Gary Luttrell and Mike Moore 1977
In our busy, chaotic life where circumstance and routine can rule, we lose the wonder of all that is around us...Like the flavor of food, the laughter of a baby, the smile of a grandmother, the sound of the waves crashing or the trickle of a creek. They are all wonders that are ever around us. Such is the case for color. These colors are just around my own yard here in Oregon. Distance is not required in order to appreciate wonder. Blessings!
Gordon Menveg...He was my Grandfather, the husband of my Nana. Though married less than 20 years and dying on my birthday in 1990, nearly 20 years before she would breathe her last...he always remained her sweetheart. On this 'Veterans Day' 2015, I leave this blog in his remembrance.
Gordon's plot South of Las Vegas
Over the last 12 years of Nana's life I would have the honor to travel one to three times a year to visit and assist with needs around her house. Most of those days would include some sharing of her many years of life, including those with Gordon. One fact that always remained quiet was in regards to Gordon's time in the Army. The reason...he never would speak of those days to her. All she knew is that they affected him greatly. What I know...is that his limp and seizures were a result of his tour with the Army. And yet, I never heard him complain.
Grandkids ponder Gordon's and Nana's graves
All of us know of hero's who stood in distressing times for our freedom. One such hero was Gordon Menveg!
Note: Though I agree greatly with Lee Greenwood and his beautiful song, I do pray for God's blessing on all of His creation.
Today started pretty terrible. I won't bore you with the details. But now at days end, the reality of Christ presence and His emphasis on "Love your neighbor as yourself" has woven a much needed refreshing into this soul.
I find at least five times the phrase, "Love your neighbor as yourself" filtered through the hands of the writers of scripture. Then if you were to add the multiple times in which we are simply encouraged to love one another...well suffice it to say...the concept just seems to hold much weight.
Inhibitions lacking in children...Priceless!
Neighbors, who have been such for over 20 years are in the slow and enduring process of moving. A stroke just days after Christmas 2014 has left a mighty struggle in its path. Ten months later, a new one-story house completed, the packing, downsizing, cleaning and moving becomes just one more chore in a laundry list of such. Stopping by today to check to see if they were ready to move anything else, they looked at me and said "no, but do I know of anyone who might be able to clean the gutters from the Fall leaves". A smile on my face and my head tilted, I looked at them and said, "I think I know someone". Two hours later, with the job done, the refreshing of His Spirit was more strength than I had experienced in days.
Charley, Miko and ole neighbors...
We, the church, have gobs of 'programs' for even more gobs of needs. And yeah, guess there are a purpose for programs, but sometimes I think we fill our lives with 'programs' when perhaps we should be filling it with 'relationship'. I never want to sit as 'the example', but rather it is my hope to be just another voice to encourage us to simply look around, perhaps even as close as our neighbor only couple doors down, to find the 'relationship' that He is calling us to.
Owe no one anything, except to love each other, for the one who loves
another has fulfilled the law. For the commandments, “You shall not
commit adultery, You shall not murder, You shall not steal, You shall
not covet,” and any other commandment, are summed up in this word: “You
shall love your neighbor as yourself.” Love does no wrong to a neighbor;
therefore love is the fulfilling of the law. Romans 13:8-10 ESV
Oregon…my home for three and half decades. It is a place
that I love dearly. Its beauty and variety is simply astounding! Then…
How do I write without bringing attention to ‘the event’
that has brought such incredible pain to the Roseburg earlier this month? My eyes
welled up with tears upon hearing of yet another incident. I want to be there
to just hold a friend or a loved one who has been so affected. Much has been
written about the ‘why this is occurring so much’. I’m not a psychologist. I’m
not even a rocket scientist. But I am an observer.
My first observation is that many want to place blame on the guns. Not saying that there may not be room for further appropriate legislation regarding guns...My second observation is that our media goes ballistic (no pun intended) with coverage over these incidents. My third observation is that perhaps the heart of the matter deals more with our treatment to each other. With that...
I observe that perhaps our greatest need is compassion, something that we lack often to one another…Compassion
toward our parents, our spouse, our child…Compassion toward our teacher, our
fellow student…the bus driver. We need to have compassion toward our neighbor,
and his neighbor and his neighbor. We need to have compassion to those we work
with, to our subordinates and to those who lead. We need to have compassion on
those who look different, those who act different and those that are just
different.
I observe that Jesus Christ did just this. Whether it was
Nicodemus or the leper…Whether it was the blind man or his own disciples…Whether
it was the Samaritan or the Jew…Whether it was the young or the old…displaying
compassion was His priority.
I observe that those
who are producing violent media (in multiple forms) cannot truly have ‘compassion’
as their priority. I observe that way too often how we treat, or are treated by
family or friends does not have compassion as its priority. I observe that even
the stranger can be so very uncompassionate to another stranger…occurring to
old and young alike.
Remember the old bumper sticker that reads, “Visualize World
Peace”. I’m sorry, we can’t just ‘visualize’ it; it has to be lived out. Living
out peace and compassion to each one we come in contact with…perhaps this will move us toward the change that we so desperately need. That’s just what I observe.
Note: What I'm not saying is compassion without justice. No, people bringing this harm to others require justice.
Grandfather...A title used since the 1500's to describe the
father of your own father or mother. Their pictures are of those with gray,
white or receding hair; most smiling, but some stoic and distant; many
approachable and encouraging, yet some only a name of a relative seldom
encountered; often a teacher, a friend and your number one fan, but others
conjure up fear or perhaps no memory at all; there are those who relish their
first and every moment, and those so disconnected that not even a photo is part
of their possession; many who are the very fabric of the family, yet others,
though trying, could only wish they were; those given honor, respect and the
head of the table, while some lack honor, are disrespected and even absent from
the table; few are mentors never forgotten,while others are simply...sadly forgotten.
From our multi-connected family I have six such men in my
life...Kenneth, the truck driver, whom I would hop aboard his semi four
different summers as a child; Ivan, who upon his last days would ask for me;
Harold, the namesake of my baby brother; Gordon, one who cherished my maternal
grandmother; Robert, my dad's father and Norman my dad's dad. Grandfather’s
all, yet the relationship as I heard on October 11th, they were not.
Grandpa Albright
Grandpa Williams
I write this blog today because if ever there was a man who
I might choose to emulate as a 'Grandfather', Richard Lloyd Barnes may just be
that person. Inspired by his celebration of life service (and it was), we were blessed
to hear stories from his twelve grandchildren. And what better source might we
have than the children of a man's children to expound upon a grandfather's
character?
Grandpa Carter
Grandpa Barnes was many things, but most of all he was
there. There to sit with them, to fish and eat with them; to camp and hunt and
talk with them; to be at their every party, game or special event; to hold, to
love and laugh with them. Yet above all these, Grandpa Barnes was the image of
Christ to them. The testimony of the resurrected Christ was foremost in all of
their encounters. What greater gift can a grandfather leave upon this earth
than these.
Might we...grandfathers...all choose and have similar
opportunity to be such for our grandchildren.
Much could be said of Boston Red Sox trivia, but I bet you wouldn't have the foggiest on a couple of the following. ..
In 1912, the Sox would have the privilege to play in their new
stadium called Fenway Park and that year go on to win the Fall Classic
for their second World Series title. These you may know, but did you
know that the opening of the Park was quite less than the expected
fanfare due to a major world event occurring just days prior to their
home opener. The event...the sinking of the Titanic.
Friday, October 8, 1915, Baker Bowl Attendance: 19,343,
Time of Game: 1:58 (or 10:58 PST) {Oct 1958}
Beginning in 1912, five out of the next seven years the title would belong to Boston, but one of those was not the Red Sox, but rather the National League Braves.
That both the 1914 and the 1915 series teamed up Boston against Philadelphia. In 1914 the Braves would defeat the Athletics playing their home games in Fenway since their stadium, 'Braves Field' was not complete. The following year, 1915 the Red Sox would defeat the Phillies playing their home games in their National counterpart 'Braves Field' due to a greater sitting capacity in the newly constructed stadium.
That the 1915 Sox had a second year pitcher who would post a 18 and 8 record during the regular season plus lead the team in home runs, yet did not pitch in the series and would only come to the plate for one hitless at bat. The player...Babe Ruth.
Last but not least, 100 years ago today the 1915 World series opened with the Phillies winning their only game of the series. That happens to be 43 years prior to my birth. I'm sure you didn't know that one :) Also, it would be the Phillies last World Series game victory until 65 years later when in 1980 they would win four games against the Royals for their first World Series Championship, becoming the last of the original 16 teams to do so. I'm not even a Phillies fan, but that's a drought :(
So here’s to starting my ‘Heniz’ year. Fifty-seven years old. Forty-three years to 100…hey that’s Richard Petty’s number :)
The car needs cleaned…then I need to put fuel in it. The
clothes need washed, the floors vacuumed. The
yard needs mowed and then sprayed
for weeds. We need to pick out the flooring and paint in order to spruce up the
house, and then it needs someone to complete those tasks. I need to pay those
bills then read that book. I need to have lunch with this friend and then help
another. I need to go to work, and I need to complete some training. I want to
watch this movie and I want to go on vacation. I’d like to move to another, a
different house, but I need to be content with the one we have. I want to climb
stairs and exercise more, but I don’t have much desire to accomplish that. I’m
tired of the routine, but the routine is sometimes the life of the responsible…getting
things done that need to be.
Overwhelming…these are only a few of what passes through a
mind or a life, sometimes the responsibility of it all is just so very
overwhelming.
Oh, I have my problems for sure, but how can I help you with
yours? Are yours such that they are bigger than mine. Or, are you not even
aware that mine are so much more significant and serious than yours. Yet…what
you’re living through at this moment, you are not even able to recognize that I’m
dying in my own agony.
Paul writes to the Philippians, “In everything by prayer and
supplication with thanksgiving let your request be made known to God. And the
peace of God that surpasses all understanding shall guide your heart and your
mind in Christ Jesus.”
A Peaceful time for Father and Son at Ollalie Lake
Often we think that our life in this day and this time or
this location is so much worse than any other. It’s likely that in reality any
place at any time and for anyone throughout the history of man has experienced
very stressful moments or periods of time in their lives. The question perhaps
is how do we pull through those times when so many within our circle are in the
same moment of life? When the truth of Paul in Corinthians, “If one suffers,
all suffer together and when one rejoices all rejoice together” is not
effective because we’re all suffering.
Might we be in search of the all surpassing peace…hopefully
able to support the other.