Archive for February, 2008

Day 40

Friday, February 29th, 2008

I’ve heard of the "40" phenomenon over the years.  40 years in the wilderness, 40 days in the desert.  All of these would seem to imply that something will happen.  Something that changes life.

So, I’ve been watching the days from the times I’ve had surgery.  With a specific idea of looking back over life and where things are at.

Today, I had some good visits and time to relax.  My own reflections would indicate that I have had opportunity for reflection, and I certainly am much different physically than the day 40 days ago when I was in pain, knowing I had new knees!

Tomorrow, I’ll sit back and reflect further on 40 days.  May God continue to keep me open to His direction.

Times are a changin'

Thursday, February 28th, 2008

When you hit your 80’s, abilities decline, current accomodations require more attention, and life just gets harder.  One of our lot, from our block, moved this week.  To an apartment.  No more upkeep of icy driveways, or weedy lawns, or house exteriors. 

A welcome day?  Time may judge, but prudence says . . .

These last few weeks

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

I’ve returned to a number of old friends these last few weeks.  Not that I sought them, but they have come to my attention and dialogue as I’ve updated people on my surgery and our activities.  Just today a friend from Grade 9/10 days (spent in Unionville, Ontario) emailed me – he’s thinking about knee surgery.

I’ve been going through the terms of time in my life.  Friends have died and their memories sting my complacent life.  Others have affected a corner of their own globe — a local place where they have brought God’s light to bear and nothing more is needed to create a legacy.  Others still struggle with life, and not light, issues.  Church consultants, housewives, denominational leaders, musicians — all walks of life.

If I could change the world, would it be to be famous, or to be powerful, or even to hear at my funeral the eulogy reflecting on my greatness? 

NO.

As I’ve thought this last while — I’m inclined to want to change the world because God knows there is a change that is needed.  And so in my life cycle right now (as at other imes with greater and lesser surges) I ask that question — "In my sphere, where is change needed for God’s sake?"  And then a second question — "God, for your sake, what is my role in this change?"

Reflection

Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

Pains and aches quickly erase

The life one desires to fashion

But in recovery, there is space

A place where life finds newness

There I waken to see

God in patience waiting.

Larry Norman is dead

Monday, February 25th, 2008

For some of you, this is a "who’s that?" statement.

For us old types, and some who follow the evolution of Christian Rock, Larry was one of the founders.   Wikipedia has already been updated to reflect his death, you can check it for a biography and other info. 

On his website there is a letter by his brother regarding his passing, Sunday, February 24th at 2:45 in the morning.  The following are some excerpts from a letter he dictated to his friends and supporters the day before he died.

I feel like a prize in a box of cracker jacks with God’s hand reaching down to pick me up. I have been under medical care for months. My wounds are getting bigger. I have trouble breathing. I am ready to fly home. . . . . . I’d like to push back the darkness with my bravest effort. There will be a funeral posted here on the website, in case some of you want to attend. We are not sure of the date when I will die. Goodbye, farewell, we will meet again.

Goodbye, farewell, we’ll meet again
Somewhere beyond the sky.
I pray that you will stay with God
Goodbye, my friends, goodbye.

Larry

Personally, I have memories of Larry Norman as the rebel who loved God and used his generation’s music to bring people to God.  Would I, or you, live like him?  Probably not.  We are each God’s own precious gift, gifted for our sphere.  I don’t think I’m one who listened a lot to Larry, but I did hear his heart and his passion in his music — always for Jesus — and I still carry that burden in my soul today.

Out my front door

Saturday, February 23rd, 2008

Well, today I spent a few minutes sitting on our front step.  The day is still a  little cool – but with the sun shining, it was great.  Some times you just need to get outside the house. Funny the things that make the top 10 in a day!!

 

Eclipse of the moon

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

Last night Jill arrived home from an evening activity. As she walked in the door, she pointed to the sky.  Not until 2010 would we see something like this.  It was an eclipse of the moon.  I pointed my camera out the window, through some branches.  Here is the result!  If you want more than enough informaiton on the lunar eclipse, NASA has this sight.  Or check out thispicture taken by Reuters photographer

Fatter posties sought in Australia

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

My brother was a postie.  Most posties are fit and trim.  But now, Australia is looking for posties to ride motorbikes

  • Australia’s postal service has increased the maximum weight for mailmen and women by 15 kg (33 pounds) in an attempt to attract more "posties",

Seems the need to do a lot of walking isn’t required anymore!!  If you are overweight (and the Canadian definition of "overweight" has changed in these past few years!!), you still have the opportunity for the job of a lifetime!!

 

Community Outreach

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

At physio today I was asked about my community outreach. 

In the church, this relates to things like evangelism, or social assistance, or small groups, or relational friendships.

For me, with knees that don’t easily take me into community, community outreach is quite simple.  This relates to getting outside of the walls of the house where I’m recovering.

The interesting thing?  I’m  not expected to be "getting out there"!  At least if getting out there is detrimental to your health.  Stretching beyond your pain or concentration threshold can put  you backwards in recuperation. 

I pushed physio a bit further to at least get some basic "rules".  To which the reply came, "Listen to your body!"  So we started talking about my concentration level — I’m good for about 3/4 hour with other people.  When I sit in a regular chair, I get pains within 3-4 minutes and have to stand and move around.  Someone also recognized that once I’m out with a group I will stay until someone has to lock up the door.  so I’ll have to be very disciplined in any "community outreach" I undertake.  Suggestion — Ride to the post office (this is a small town!!) and stay in the car.  Just open the window and visit those who stop by to chat.  They won’t stay long, they’ve had a chance to visit you and you won’t overdo yourself.  

I’m thinking a whole new set of approaches to planning events.  We often recognize kids have short term concentration, and seniors live with high pain thresholds.  So how do we get granny and the kids together for an enjoyable meeting, and then go home wanting to come back next time? 

Bikes for the kids and beds for the grannies?  Might be something to consider!!

Cabin Fever

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

The last few days I’ve heard people mention cabin fever.

For years I’ve wondered exactly what cabin fever is.

As a teen, my brothers would see the slightest melting trend, and they would develop "cabin fever".  Soon the crocuses popped out of the soil, and they would pop out of the house until another winter set in.

Then there were those horrible B rated films where "cabin fever"  seemed to always take place in sod shacks with small windows, set in a single room filled with smoke and no one around to provide company to the maniac trapped in the shack.  The  fake 3D effects of the film would then show the room starting to pulsate and finally everything explodes. 

According to these observations, I don’t have cabin fever. 

Of course, the highlight of my week may well be an hour of physio tomorrow — stretching, and groaning and climbing the wall.  

If that’s the highlight of my week . . .