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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!
Each time God moved me from one ministry to the next I made the same petition through prayer. I asked God to give me a love for the city and direct my steps to encourage others and impact the lives of people. Now, He has had me here in Houston for three years.
Our prayer was the same. When my bride and I drove in from the West, we asked God to give us a love for the city. As time has progressed we are falling in love with Houston more and more.
Each day as I began my hectic schedule I pray again that He would direct my steps to encourage others and impact the lives of people in this fastest growing city in the USA. Over 2,000 people move here every week. The prosperity of the state and the flourishing business climate of Houston attract thousands.
Some of the largest churches in the nation are here in Houston. They span denominational lines as well. When attendance exceeds 2,000 we all stand amazed!
Now, each morning my bride and I make our commute into work. On one of the off ramps we are often greeted with a great view of the Houston skyline. It reminds us to pray for and love this city where so many people reside.
In the greater metropolitan area 6 million people call this city their home. Truly this massive population represents a great field that is white and ready for harvest. The Gospel is not just a fad for people who concentrate on talking, this is a place where the Good News is shared and lived out.
As the sunrise lights up the city, I rehearse my duties. People fill up my calendar. Students, colleagues, visitors and guests are spaced apart from each other’s appointments so that I can give them the attention that their interests deserve.
His brush strokes are colorized, better than the real buildings of colorless concrete and dull building materials. It is as if the Creator is blessing the city with a touch of His creative hand that man cannot come close to matching on his own. That contrast is fine by me.
A new beauty is ready to bloom in our city. When the Father decides to bless our city with a special touch of His gracious hand, Houston will forever be changed. Lives will take a new eternal course and the new life in their hearts will spread to family, friends and colleagues all because of love.
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February 19 is the start of this year’s Chinese New Year. Of course everything really unleashes on New Year’s Eve, Wednesday February 18. The firecrackers and lion dances will signal the beginning of the biggest party of the year.
This is the most important celebration for Chinese families in China and in countries dispersed all around the world. For many in countries where it is recognized, workers enjoy 8 days off of work. In the western calendar the dates are February 19 to March 5.
Officially work stops for the first three days of the Spring Festival. However, practice has evolved into including New Year’s Eve and the following three days as well. Naturally, the following or closest weekends are included.
Central to the festivities is a family time with relatives and the closest of friends. This is the holiday when families convene for a feast and reunion. Multi-generational gatherings are the standard.
It is the year of the goat. Do not laugh. The goat is highly regarded among the Chinese, especially ancient Chinese.
This 8th animal from the Chinese Zodiac embodies many wonderful qualities. Those who are born in the year of the goat are calm, gentle, creative, thoughtful, amicable, persevering, frank and honest. It is suggested that being born in the year of the goat makes someone most suitable to become pediatrician, actor, teacher, interior designer, musicians and editors.
It is also speculated that these persons are tough on the inside, quiet yet powerful in performance. While they enjoy quality in the things that they buy they are by no means snobbish or ego-centric. In fact they are often withdrawn, lost deep in thought.
While there are over 4,000 years behind this tradition, the pathway to real life solutions is not found in country or position. Earthly wealth is not the key and certainly a life warding off evil spirits leaves a lot to be desired for any kind of personally satisfaction. Yet, the attempts over the 4,000 years of this celebration reveal a telltale sign.
Everyone wants hope. But, this appetite is not found in superstition or good luck charms. Instead, real hope can be found in the Lord Jesus Christ.
He is real while so much of the Chinese New Year Celebration is built on human imagination. Jesus Christ died for our sins and rose again so that He could show His victory over death. Put your faith in Him. Accept Him as your Savior and you will be blessed. That will be a real reason to celebrate for eternity.
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We are two thousand miles away from our grandson, our only grandchild. Ministry is my calling and profession, which does not allow for a lot of extras for frequent flights across the country. When we do go it is a treasured journey filled with invested moments of smiles, laughter and deepening love.
The marvel of being a grandparent pushes my personal spiritual pilgrimage as a follower of Christ to a new dimension. For years I soaked in the intricate lessons from the Scriptures about a three generational legacy, a vertical legacy. Pouring into our children was a blessing but now considering being a part of the spiritual vitality of a third generation is mind-blowing.
For sure when God gave us the great news of each child being conceived and then born, they were sensational moments. Adding “parent” to our resume is an unparalleled delight and privilege. The next step to sharing in the next generation is one that we are far removed yet deeply engaged.
Playing with our grandson stirred new moods in my soul. How could be that I could be so much in love with a human being with whom I have never even had one measurable conversation? When our grandson first hugged my knee, I knew that affection could be immeasurably more stunning than the joys of marriage or parenting.
Now, every day while thousands of geographical miles away, my bride and I look hungrily into cyberspace for new pictures and videos of our little guy. We are always tickled when we receive and email invitation to “Skype” with our grandson. This latest one was a memorable treat.
He has learned sign language along with his growing months toward conversation. On this cyberspace conversation our kids asked our grandson to show the sign of a “baby”. He cradled his two hands palms up together and rocked them back and forth.
It was cute. Each time he has communicated with sign we have been impressed. But, we were not prepared for the next presentation.
Our kids then asked him to show where the baby was. He immediately pointed to our daughter’s womb. Oh, yeah!
Grand baby #2 is in the oven. By God’s wonderful grace the third generation legacy will expand next summer. Words will never express the joy of this anticipation.
The depth of blessing from our Heavenly Father are too generous. The breadth of blessing is so great. I am a very happy grandfather.
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We were out for some fun and running errands. From location to location we steadily kept up our pace and systematically checked off all of the items on our Texas check list. The setting sun gave us the signal that the day was coming to an end.
Our low growling stomachs reminded us that we had been depleting our energy reserves. It was past time for dinner and we had not planned anything for the evening meal. We looked up at the new strip mall where we were finishing up our day of errands and saw an interesting looking restaurant.
Adventure and hunger are two fascinating appetites of life to partner up for a new moment of exploration. This was a Japanese food eatery. “Let’s give it a try.”
The ambiance of the restaurant was splendid. Lighting was subdued but inviting. The decor was ethnic specific and well apportioned.
Friendly smiles welcomed us and the receptionist led us to a comfortable table. The menus were fresh, sprinkled with pictures and the prices were acceptable. From a familiar list of options we placed our order.
Pleasant conversation had us reviewing our day. We shared our reactions to specific events as we talked over this feature and that episode. Reliving what we had just lived that day is a part of what fun marriages do.
The waiter showed up and presented my bride with her order. It was not just amazing. Instead, it was spectacular.
We both pulled out our phones and began snapping pictures. Carefully, we turned the bowl at the best possible angle. Then, we checked the pictures and began moving glasses of water, napkins, salt shakers and other distracting items out of the shot.
All through the process we shared our results with each other. Together we marvelled at the presentation. It made the event fun.
Presentation, fun and taste were now combined for a wonderful meal. A new restaurant was being added to our favorites list. What an enjoyable day this turned out to be.
Life is like that. At least it should be. When God the giver of life graciously gave us the gift of life through Jesus Christ, He had every intention that it should be a splendid. Like any gift we would give, we look forward to the beneficiary to use the gift and thoroughly enjoy it.
Are you loving life? God wants us to. That is why He gave us Jesus.
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Three years ago I made this same flight. It was exciting then and exciting now to anticipate hanging out with great friends. There is something extraordinarily special about friendships that defy the test of time.
The last time we gathered to tell stories, laugh heartily, eat voraciously and tease mercilessly I was taking a break from a fabulous but rigorous work in San Francisco. This time I was snatching a respite from the fast-paced quickly-growing ministry in Houston.
As miles passed behind me, I could feel my spirit unplugging while the turbo prop plane flew over the night light lit skies of Laramie, Wyoming. Not even a dozen travelers disembarked the aircraft to be greeted by family and friends. One other couple waited with me outside of the airport terminal, laughing that this was the first time any of us had closed an airport.
My buddy drove up in the official Western rig of the outdoor world, a pick-up truck. We were all smiles and in constant conversation on the drve back to his cabin. I had experienced amazing Wilson hospitality many times in the past and knew that I was in for a treat.
Those who cheerfully serve others are less and less common. To make friends feel at home and enjoy a time away from busy responsibilities is a gift. Ron and Roxanne are very gifted at it.
When I walked into their cabin the conversation that filled the room with laughter and cheer paused with a welcome that warmed my heart. An addition was coming. Friendship among the guys is not real unless it is peppered with merciless teasing and revisions made on our past historical exploits and mistakes in the most exaggerated style.
Years had separated us. There were very rare telephone calls, occasional text messages, sparse e-mail and a Christmas card may have been exchanged. Nevertheless, real friendship picks up where it left off.
Friendships would deepen during the next several days of our reunion. We caught up on old news. Most news we laughed through but some we listened with soberness when life was at risk and trouble was lurking.
Good friends enjoy life better because of whom they have a chance to share it. When the atmosphere of joy is created through the wonderful mechanism of hospitality, something supernatural happens. Joy expresses itself with fellowship that can withstand the test of another set of years apart.
Thanks, Ron and Roxanne. You used the wonder of hospitality just as God showers blessing on those whom He loves. We who have received your expressions of love are grateful and call you, “Blessed!”
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Friday night was reserved on our calendar. When we approached the weekend we talked over our plans, reviewed the events and talked about how meaningful these days would be. Then the making of a wonderful blessing began.
Friday night was a highlight for us. We headed out on time to beat the traffic. Our destination was a simple eatery on the other side of the freeway from our church.
Tonight we were going to the celebration of the ten-year anniversary of our pastor and his family at our church. It is amazing to consider an entire decade of service for our pastor and his family. He even stuck around when he succeeded a three decade stint by his predecessor.
Thousands of cheerful supporters filled the church building. The worship was powerful. Love was all over the place.
When our pastor was invited up to the platform, the applause was enthusiastic and sustained. His smile was broad. His family was basking in a massive display and expression of love.
For a moment I felt for all the pastors who have never experienced that outpouring of devotion. They have served faithfully only to be beaten down by those who criticize, hold secret gatherings, complain anonymously and mete out miserly compensation. Do not be one of those.
Nevertheless, these shepherds tirelessly serve, constantly study and face heartbreaking moments where they were the sole source of encouragement. Their faithfulness slipped by the notice of most and was remembered in detail only by God. He knows all and never forgets.
There are always those who point to bad ministers. However, those few are small in number compared to the neglected in ministry. Encourage your pastor, give your heart to him. Yes, discern wisely but embrace him with love and encouragement.
We had great conversations with people around us that evening when we honored our pastor. His personality has been pervasive in our lives. Warmth, welcome and cheer are ways that he addresses us and so we do the same with each other.
God is blessing our pastor with a powerful ministry in our city and beyond. His teaching is Biblical, balanced and practical. People take notes and live what they taught.
Gifts of affection were bestowed. Flowers filled the arms of his wife. Each of his children enjoyed holding on to a special memento.
Humility, humor and honesty marked his words. We love our pastor and his family! Encourage your pastor and watch what God will do.
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A funny definition of grandchildren is that they are God’s blessing to parents who did not murder their teenage children. Let that sink in for a moment. Then, marvel at the wonder of words that time the unexpected with the fully understood message accomplished with a very few words.
What is nearly as marvelous as a well timed joke is the wonder of how a grandchild can capture your heart as a grandparent and never let it go. Before there is even a single cogent conversation love is permanently established.
How is it possible to be so in love with a young life when we have never had the briefest of conversations? Yet, devotion to this little one is permanently established. There will be no compromise on that family bond of loyalty.
When he smiles, I smile. Of course when he laughs it is infectious and I laugh heartily. Even when he cries I do not panic, there is no discomfort I just love on him.
Bringing comfort to this little soul is a sheer delight. We cuddle together and his little life quiets down. I sink deep into my easy chair as his crying slows and transforms into a quiet whimper.
He snuggles into my arms and breaths like he is relieved. Tears soak into my shirt and little brown eyes stare up into mine. A gentle smile breaks out on his countenance and I melt in a deeper sense of commitment.
Yes, I will teach him many ways to enter into mischief. Together we will laugh through adventures and make fabulous memories together. We will learn about fun, humor, the outdoors, the Bible, faith, hope and love.
Honestly, I will love passing on the lessons of life and the joys of daily living to this precious little one. Who knows but God what the potential of this one life will be. He will bring great blessing into the lives of many.
In the mean time I will laugh when he goes through his antics. Each time he achieves a new landmark in his progress I will smile. Eagerly I will look forward to the many firsts of his life and chuckle while he finds his way through the maze of growing up.
Pictures will remind me of those times since thousands of miles will separate us for most of the year. Videos will allow me the joy of reliving those life stages especially when I cannot be physically present. Grandchildren are a miraculous bundle without a doubt. They are treasured gift from the Lord.
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Finally, we booked the tickets, set aside the vacation days and anticipated the vacation. I emailed our travel agent countless times building this dream trip for our simple lives. Planning the trip was a big part of the excitement.
In that planning stage I was introduced to the the Disney website. One of the features on the site was ordering a welcome gift that would be delivered to your room. It would be my secret for my bride.
Scrolling through the options was like most online options. You could buy a gold plated Rolls Royce with a Mickey Mouse hood ornament or a candy bar with a Donald Duck sticker on it. The range was limitless.
Winnie the Pooh caught my eye. It was in the price range that I could afford but more importantly, my bride likes these cute little characters. Furthermore, the gift came with a number of balloons and we could deflate them when it was time to board our airplane home.
The agent on the telephone was so friendly. She was careful to get all of the details and rehearsed the delivery date and location. I was looking forward to the surprise when it welcomed my bride to our dream vacation.
When we walked into our room after a night out with great friends, the welcome gift was sitting on the side table. All of the balloons were inflated and dancing in the air conditioning breeze. Pooh topped the piece with his indomitable smile and cheery eyes.
On another helium floater, Pooh is hugging little Piglet. The first balloon was terrific. Both Tigger and Pooh are trying to squeeze some joy into Eeyore. It is a lost cause but their efforts are part of the cheer.
My bride not only liked it, she loved it! She sat for posed pictures with this special addition to our journey. Through the night and several days after she smiled at the pictures of her bouquet and thanked me long after the first presentation.
Simple gifts filled with color and unexpected but attached to inner delights sure make great memories. I had the job of deflating the balloons on our last day in Orlando. Once flattened my bride took over to fold each balloon neatly into a package for transport home and into our world of nostalgia for years of reliving.
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That day thirty-seven years ago was a massive blessing that would grow into enormous proportions. Over three decades later and closing in on four our wedding vows launched us on an amazing adventure together as husband and wife. Together we committed ourselves not only to each other but to our Lord and His calling of ministry.
We packed up all of our earthly belongings and loaded it all into my 1973 Toyota pickup truck. It was the basic model. The transmission was four on the floor with no radio or A/C.
It would be 18 hours of driving from Hayward, CA to Dallas, TX. Without air conditioning the trip would seem to be much longer, much much longer. We melted together in that searing Texas heat and humidity.
Nevertheless, our last year at Dallas Theological Seminary was one of our best. We grew spiritually as individuals and blended together as a couple. Memories and friendships became foundational for us.
Over the next three decades we lived the adventure of being shepherds of God’s people, training those whom He called into ministry, traveling overseas for the rigors of theological postgraduate education and reveling in the joy of ministry on a personal scale with people from all over the world. Three amazing children joined us on the adventure. Together we laughed, cried and rejoiced through Oregon, Scotland, Michigan, California and back to Texas.
Two of our children found spouses who loved the Lord, our last child finished his graduate school, Yvonne completed her Masters degree, a grandchild was born and we loved and wept our way through several family pets. Our legacy in five children are scattered throughout the West. My bride and I are honored to be in Houston.
The seminary that trained me for ministry brought me back to be a part of its leadership team. Team Houston is the second campus of Dallas Seminary. I serve here as the Dean.
My bride and I live in Katy. Together we soak in the Texas mystique. We have downsized our lifestyle as couple to match living on the other side of the hill.
Whatever God wants we are pleased to do. Wherever He has sent us we have gladly gone. Whatever burden or trial we were called to bear, we trusted Him without balking.
37 years of blessing is a long time but it promises me that He will give us more years to come as we keep on walking in total obedience and immediate obedience to His leading. Happy Anniversary, Yvonne! I love you!
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