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Our flight to see our loved ones took the whole day with a stop along the way. But, the anticipation was just too exciting to worry about the weariness of travel. We talked about some of our great memories from past visits. Now, we looked forward to making more.
When our plane touched down, we caught each other beaming with delight. Soon we would cuddle little lives in big grandparent hugs, shower these little ones with love and drink in endless moments of laughter. The rendezvous with our kids vehicle went smoothly but our warm hugs were limited to our son-in-law. Grandchild #1 was sound asleep in his car seat.
Grandparents are not easily disappointed. Instead of raucous hugs, laughs and presents we just gazed at the face of a sleeping angel all the way home. When peepers finally popped open, smiles erupted and the long anticipated hugs flooded the afternoon.
Gifts of toys, new clothes, treats and fun little knickknacks filled our day. Unbounded gratitude from these little lives warmed our hearts. Isn’t it amazing how so much love is generated and shared when so little grown up conversations have been exchanged?
Hugs from these little ones are fabulous. The warmth and unconditional affection melt the well protected hearts of adults who have shielded so much after so much of life has been hard and tough. God has a way of rewarding the perseverance of lives lived in complete devotion to Him.
Soon we were taken by our hands and followed running little feet and our granddaughter was engulfed into the reunion. Celebration took another half step higher. Oh, yeah, our daughter was there too!
Happy Thanksgiving to one and ALL!
Yes, I along with most of the humans in the Western hemisphere have seen many movies with exotic scenes of Hong Kong as the backdrop. Suave and daring secret agents raced through town wrecking havoc as they chased enemy spies or ran desperately away from blazing guns and razor-sharp knives. Whether it was during the day or night, on land or splashing through the water or flying massive airplanes between tall skyscrapers, this city was the stage for mysteries, adventures and drama.
Now, for the first time in our lives my bride and I are in Hong Kong. We are seeing sites that we only remember from the silver screen. They are spectacular when we are in the middle of those sensational scenes.
It is crowded. Throngs and hordes and crowds of people are going everywhere. The sounds of so many accompany the masses.
Yet, when it is time for many to board a bus, a tram or a subway train, the people are orderly. They queue up and patiently wait in line. There is absolutely no one cutting into line. Such order in the middle of such chaos is a stunning sight to take in.
Then, of course the city lights at night has to be a famous feature of this city. Whether we gazed at Hong Kong island or took the Star Ferry and looked back on Kowloon, the lights of the city were festive in an unforgettable way. I don’t remember the last time I walked through a city at night and felt no fear, but this was a welcomed experience.
Our hosts told us that we would feel quite secure in walking the city at night. No pick pockets, no racial unrest, there were no shady characters waiting to rob anyone and no dark recesses that hid nefarious activities.
Man-made buildings and transports were features of the city. Now, it was God’s turn. From the top of Victoria Peak we scanned the gorgeous islands that made up Hong Kong. Each protrusion from the waters of the bay were a powerful reminder that God did His handiwork to make this natural harbor a home for one of man’s freest enterprise markets in human history.
Setting aside human structures and stunning vistas the most remarkable feature of this special city are its people. We have special friends here who call Hong Kong home. They welcomed us into their hospitality and we thoroughly enjoyed the embrace of love.
photos by brucefong photography
The drive from the South area of Bangkok to the North area where our hotel is situated is a long drive. That lengthy commute is extended when it is rush hour traffic. But, the views are sensational and leave an indelible impression on my soul.
Mid-rise dwellings abound in Bangkok. These small uniform apartments collect human beings in family units throughout the landscape of this beautiful country. I will meet very few of these people face to face.
When our commute took us off of the tollways system and plunged us into the streets of the city, faces attached themselves to the masses of this countries millions. The Thai people are famous world-wide for their cheerful smiles and clasped hands and bowed head. There were countless people sharing that interchange along our route.
Yet, I would know very few of their names. I would know less about their lives. Even less would ever cross my path as a friend.
Millions of people scurried about, shopping, eating, commuting, conversing and laughing. Some were making a living selling, cooking, driving, delivering, guarding, guiding and an endless list of other activities of a city. How many human brains would it take to know each one and follow each of their lives?
Yes, that’s definitely an impossible human task. Yet, it gave me a chance to realize how BIG God is. He knows all of their names.
Not only does God know each of their names, He knows each of their lives. There are no overlooked issues. Even the smallest of details of all of our lives are known by God.
He doesn’t stress over an overload of information. He is never threatened by a limit of His knowledge. Nor does He become so busy that He doesn’t have time for us.
The God of the Bible is the God who is not just attentive to our needs, He is fully engaged in inviting us to be in His family. He makes that possible through His Son’s sacrifice on the cross. Jesus died for everyone without exception.
Do you feel left out? Are you overwhelmed with matters of life? Has life become so troubled that you feel forgotten and ready to give up?
God loves you. He knows every detail about your life and circumstances. Not only is He aware of your situation, He controls all of them as well. Turn to Him in faith; it will be the best decision you have ever made.
Our guide was waiting for us at the Concierge’s desk. She did her best to communicate with us in English and her efforts paid off as we got used to her vocabulary and accent. There was a lot of pointing but also plenty of laughter and the typical overabundance of Thai smiles.
The drive through the city of Bangkok took over an hour. She reminded us that the traffic was unusually light. Our trip home would be a bit longer due to the rush hour.
Nevertheless, she made the trip interesting. She pointed out the highest building in Bangkok, the United Nations headquarters of Asia, the Army base, various hospitals, Thailand’s best university, the picture of the King and his mother, the local grocery store and the names of the rivers that we passed over. This must have been a route that she had guided many times in the past.
Finally, we rolled up to the Thai Cultural Center. There we strolled the grounds and took in the pristine water features with quaint bridges, examples of Thai agriculture of rice, lemon grass and water lilies. Then, we lingered long at the display of women harvesting silk from silkworms and spinning it into thread and then weaving into amazing scarves.
Then, it was time for the cultural show. Elephants, dancers, martial artists and musicians gave us a massive portrait of the Siam that became Thailand. The climax came with the traditional bamboo dance that originated in the northern parts of Thailand.
The dancers came into the crowd to seek volunteers to join them. I was self-controlled and tried not to embarrass my family name so I gripped the seat that I was occupying with two tightly knitted fists. Really, I could have done it!
On the way out of the parking lot our driver got excited. He pointed ahead and slowed down. That’s when the large monitor lizard of about 4 feet long casually walked across the asphalt looking for the nearest body of water to do some evening fishing.
The long drive back to our hotel took us through Bangkok traffic. It is no fun. But, it did afford me some opportunities for some fun photo shoots.
The famous Asian Tuk Tuk filled me frame. Tiny 125cc motor scooters were the vehicle of choice for many locals. They could easily zip here and there.
Safely back at our hotel, I just sat down and rested through dinner. Images of smiles, dancers and a bustling city danced through my mind. Bangkok is a delightful city full of treasures for the eye and a lasting memory.
photos by brucefong photography
The medical staff ushered me into the examination room and Dr. Wan introduced himself. He is in his 70’s and slight of build and very gentle in manner. When he explains his practice and why he does what he does, you feel like you are hearing Yoda give a lesson about life.
My appointment was with Dr. Wan at 4PM on my day off. It was tough to make it from my truck into the waiting room. The pain in my back was agonizing.
Traditional Western medicine provided temporary but very limited relief from the back pain. I had been trying almost every option from shots to pills to physical therapy. Even surgery was starting to look like a viable option.
I would not say that my foray into the Eastern world of therapy was a desperate move. It was one of several options that was on my short list. Pain has a horrible way of making itself at home and disrupting every facet of your routine.
Simple tasks like putting on shoes was agonizing. Walking any length even to put out the garbage at the curb was punishment. Standing still for worship at church was more like penance for the sins of many lives. It just hurt.
As Dr. Wan went on with his questions, I was reaching the limits of my self-control. Reluctantly, I broke into Dr. Wan’s discourse, “I’m sorry but I am in so much pain now, I can hardly listen to what you are saying.” Then, he went into action.
“Let me take of that right now,” he calmly assured me. He was down on one knee. With his left hand he grabbed my right knee. My left foot was firmly in his grasped.
The strength of he two grips was remarkably powerful. That’s when the surprise of his moves startled me into the reality that my back pain was subsiding at a breakneck speed. “How did you do that?” A few moments more of his technique and he simply smiled, “Let’s start your acupuncture and take care of this problem on a more permanent basis.”
He did not have to ask me twice. From literally breaking out in a painful sweat to being relaxed and under control, I rehearsed in my mind what just occurred. No pills, no painful manipulation, no fancy machines but just the right grip of an experienced man set my pain back into the “no problem” category.
The mystery of the Far East and its exotic shadows of life and health have been with me from my childhood. Whenever family members caught a bug, the typical radio advertised local pharmaceutical remedies were administered. But, in our home there was also a flair and fanfare from Grandma’s recommendation.
Whether someone had a cold, cough or fever Grandma’s solution seemed to work wonders. Then, more serious maladies like hay fever, spinal stenosis and sciatica visited our family. Grandma was not deterred. She had knowledge of life to pass on to the rest of us.
Herbs, soups and teas were no longer on the menu. Instead, the conversation turned to acupuncture. To the uninitiated this alternative method of treatment seems a bit odd or even bizarre. More than once I have heard people snicker. At least the more polite ask what is the science behind the practice.
I certainly am not the most qualified person to champion the practice. There is a long list of doubters who have many avenues to probe and questions to ask. My expertise is in theology not acupuncture.
Nevertheless, what I lack in expertise, I possess in personal benefit. The needles have been expertly implanted in various parts of my body to match the pathways of my Chi. Can I explain how the pain goes away? No. But, can I testify to the fact that it does what no other medical practice has been able to do? Yes.
My appointment was with Dr. Wan at 4PM on my day off. I was in a lot of pain. It was even difficult to make it from my truck into the waiting room. The pain from my back was agonizing.
Traditional Western medicine provided temporary relief at best. It offered very limited relief from my back pain. I had tried almost every option from shots to pills to physical therapy. Even surgery was starting to look like a viable option.
Physical therapy made me feel worse. Climbing off of the treatment bed was next to impossible. I was limping back to my truck.
When I arrived at home, the challenge of getting back into the house lay like a bed of hot coals to walk over with bare feet. I did not know if I could do it. Gingerly, one step after the next and a normal short journey was all about pain. It was time to try something new. Maybe it was time to try acupuncture.
Mt. Carmel is a “holy site” in Israel. It is one of the first stops on a Holy Land tour for many agencies and tour groups. On top of this Mountain, just on the south-western edge of the Valley of Jezreel.
On this special mountain top the events of 1 Kings 18 took place. The great contest between Elijah and the prophets of Baal and Asherah. Whose deity was real?
Elijah was in the minority. He stood alone in a challenge against Ahab’s priests who numbered in excess of 800. The size of the crowd that came to witness the challenge is never identified, but it could certainly have been sizable.
The ground rules were simple. Each contesting party was to build an altar for a burnt sacrifice. The designated priests were to then call on their deity to accept the offering by fire.
The priests of Baal went first. They went through every plea and dance they could. For hours they begged their Baal to send fire and accept their offering.
After an embarrassingly lengthy time, Elijah began the trash talking. He urged them to shout louder since their god was likely on a long journey and couldn’t hear them. Or maybe he was busy with necessary activities.
Finally, after exhausting themselves, Elijah’s turn came. He simply prayed. God answered with fire that not only consumed the offering but the water that Elijah had dumped on the offering. Even the stones which made up the altar were also consumed. It was a powerful show of who was the real God and which was the fake.
A church sits on this site today. Situated on the pinnacle of the church is a cross embedded on an original spherical stone. However, it is now a hemisphere since lightning struck a few years back and split the sphere in half.
It is a powerful reminder not to forget the demonstration of history of who the one true God is.
This was going to be a particularly difficult day. Pressures at work, a long line of demands had been queuing up for months, responsibilities were pushing the limits of our sanity. My bride and I were comparing notes and it was going to be a tough day to start the work week.
On top of our regular routine we have a major trip coming up in a matter of weeks. Details of overseas travel are horrendous! We had to find time to invest in that preparation.
Departure times and dates are already getting tangled in our scheduling. Today we would have to make sure we made those adjustments. Double booking ourselves is an inconvenience for everyone and could easily undermine our efforts to be effective at all of our responsibilities.
We both heaved a deep sigh of dismay, loaded up our car with our bags for our day and drove off into the dark morning for our long commute. My thoughts were lost in our need to get over the financial hump of needed changes, travel expenses and time investments. If I could I needed to think about relieving my bride of the pressure she was feeling.
Now, we discussed possible drastic changes in our circumstances. What dramatic changes could we live with if that meant the relief of life pressures? There were no easy answers.
Then, we rounded the arching on ramp to the Interstate freeway. The Houston eastern skies were waiting to cut short the threatening discouragement. In front of us the Creator was putting on a show.
Clouds burst out of the east, pointing to the west. Behind those finger shaped clouds were the indescribable colors of the divine palate, splashing reds, oranges and yellows in balanced effect. Blue skies in the background were pushing the loud colors , pressing the daylight splendor.
We both smiled at the interruption to our concerns. The God of all gods was breaking into our worrisome souls. It was sensational sunrise.
He was starting the day off with a splendid artistic masterpiece. In massive swathes of colorful strokes that were changing by the minute, we could only watch as He finished up the waking of a new day. No words but just splendor.
We got the message. What did we really have to worry about if He was in charge? Now, we had a day to look forward to instead of dreading.
photo credit: yvonne fong photography
Our move to Houston had a number of priorities on our relocation list. The normal items of finding a home, establishing myself in my new job, finding a new job for my bride and of course, finding a new home church. This last item was not the lowest on our priority even though it comes last on my list.
During our visits to Houston we not only shopped for a place to live and find a house to buy in the area that we chose to be our home, I asked a lot questions about church recommendations. My list for churches that others were excited about was growing longer. Now, it was time to systematically make our visits and trust God to lead us where He wanted us to serve.
Essentials on our list for a church to call home were simple. There was doctrinal alignment. Worship vibrancy was on our list. Most importantly we wanted a church home where we would be able to love our pastor, support him and his family and be a couple that he could count on as the church moved forward.
We seemed to visit churches forever. Each time we like so much of the many very good churches in Houston. Yet, we just could not connect with our list of essentials.
Then, we met Pastor Gregg Matte of Houston’s First Baptist Church. He was on Sabbatical the first time we visited HFBC. In the meantime we roamed the city visiting all of the churches that people recommended to us.
When our list ran out we heard that Pastor Gregg was back from his sabbatical. We chose to visit. We were blown away!
It is like meeting an old friend and connecting right off the bat. We met for a Dr. Pepper break, he invited us to their Christmas Celebrate and after a short decision discussion, my bride and I went forward in December 2012 and joined the church.
After years of serving as a pastor, cheering on other pastors, encouraging broken pastors, standing by the side of besieged pastors we are solidly in our Pastor’s corner and doing everything we can to honor his life and ministry. Often our friends in far away states in California, Oregon, Washington, Michigan, Tennessee ask how we like living in Houston. Our response always includes the great reality that we love our church and our pastor. That’s the way it should always be.
photo credit: yvonne fong photography