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Moses Lake, Washington, United States
I was born in Croix Chapeau France in 1963. My dad was there serving in the Military. I was able to go visit the town in which I was born a few years back... it was a delightful journey. Happily married... three wonderful and energetic boys: Jonathan, Joshua, Noah. I find them more interesting and fun, the older they get. I really don't understand parents who don't want to be around their children. I have a BA in Theology/Preaching from Puget Sound Christian College (which no longer exists, but from which I got some good stuff {thanks Dr. Ford - RIP})and an MA in Apologetics from Biola University.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Remember... remember... remember... why we're here.

Ok, it's been a while since I blogged. I have good intentions, but it's seems I just don't make the time. There's never enough time, so it has to be made! In any case, at least as I'm going to Croatia and back... and while I'm there... there will be enough alone time to put down some thoughts.

Got to Spokane early for my flight, I was happy about that, I don't like to be rushed. They asked me if I wanted to go standby on an earlier flight. I said yes, if they were sure I could get on. They said there were 90 free seats... "you're gonna get on!" I got on, had a row to myself... beautiful!!!... then the plane started to fill up. I was hoping for a quiet time to Seattle so I could read. Then... then... then.... a guy moves up from the back and takes a seat in MY ROW... you know what I'm saying... MY ROW! Had to put my feet down. Still had room... then he started talking. The thing is, I'm a friendly guy, but I wanted quiet... rest... peace. He never stopped. He even waited when everyone was disembarking. It wasn't a big problem, I was an hour early, no hurry... it's just that I wanted quiet... peace - you've been there I'm sure.

I was a little annoyed for a bit... then I started to remember that Jesus talked at times about entertaining unique guests. So I settled into listening, nodding my head. Put my book down... ate my pretzels... listened.

Turned out that he and his wife were up in my neighborhood because they were checking out private boarding schools for their son who has gone a fair distance off the path it seems. He got a little choked up at one point... told me that it was expensive, and after all, if his kid had cancer he'd pay whatever he had to in order to help him.

Well, it humbled me, and it was a good reminder to begin this trip. We're here for others... it's called community even when the neighbors are from someplace far away... and my time here isn't my own. It was good to remember why I'm here.