Saturday, March 12, 2016

Live to the Beauty in You.

Florida in mid-winter jars the senses.
Charlotte Harbor at sunset.

A trip from the Northeast to Florida in February will leave you reeling, for Florida has not tucked its growth away for a season of rest. It breathes life and color.

Florida rushed at me last week like a 3D, multi-colored, psychedelic production of light, sounds, and smells. The gray of our Pennsylvania winter faded fast in the Florida sunshine. Frankly, breathless and aghast might describe a Northerner's reaction to its teeming life, movement, and fluctuating blues and greens.

I went to Florida to visit friends and soak up the sun's warmth. That happened, but, mostly, I saw God and His hand in and on creation.
I saw Him ...

In rooty mangrove forests, consuming the beaches, providing cover and food for an array of beach critters and plants.

The Gulf of Mexico
In Charlotte Harbor, Sarasota Bay, and the Gulf of Mexico, glistening, shimmering, sparkling, massive, ever dancing beneath the sun, a circumference of original life.

In brown and white pelicans, majestic scions of the skies; ibis, skittering like chickens through the sand; great blue herons, stately, tall before the sea; snowy egrets, tropical snow against the green of mangrove and blue of sea; osprey, searching hawk-like for their next dinner; gulls, noisily littering the sky.

In the crabs, scurrying among the mangrove and burrowing in the sand; in the dolphin, elusive divers on the horizon, and the sheepshead, striped and wiggling on a fisherman's line.
Brown and white pelicans on parade

In the hibiscus, flashing their red, yellow, and orange faces about the landscape; in the royal palm, stately, erect at their hundred foot vantage.

In shells, like our northern snowflakes, each an individual with its own characteristics ... whelks, conch, augur, cockles, pens, barnacles, a plethora of form, shape, texture.

Florida in February is a tribute to the imagination, creativity, and beauty of God. Each of His creations, existing to the beauty God placed within it. 

John Eldridge wrote, "We need beauty; that's clear enough from the fact that God has filled the world with it ... We need to drink in beauty wherever we can get it ... These are all gifts to us from God's generous heart" (Waking the Dead).

The imagination, creativity, and beauty displayed in God's creations are intrinsic to them. They do not struggle to live beautiful. They do not drive to achieve that beauty. They simply are beautiful because God made them that way, and everything God makes is good (1 Timothy 4:4).

"I see beauty in YOU, too," He whispers. "I made you and I saved you from the self that has soiled your living. I live through Christ, My Son, in you. Live to that beauty." The sea, the pelicans, the whelk, the palm, and the dolphin live to the beauty they've been given. "Live to the beauty you are," God reminds us.

Live to Christ in us. Be what He made us to be - Beauty.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Feisty Shrimp and Missing Mushrooms ... Happy Chinese New Year!

The year of the monkey wiggled in on Monday, February 8th, signaling the first day of the Chinese lunar calendar and Chinese New Year! Xiannian kuaile! (Pronounced sshin-nyen kwhy-ler). Happy New Year, Mandarin style!
Donna, Bryan, and I in China
on Chinese New Year.

Celebrating the new year in China is as easy as pulling your chair up to the table. It's all about eating with family and friends. "Hot pot" is the usual fare of the season. It reminds me of fondue, only trickier. The hot pot, or a boiling pot of water, sits on a portable burner and dominates the center of the table. The table must be circular as it's an equal opportunity conversation setting. Nothing goes better with hot pot than relationships.

The universal rule is "you don't eat hot pot with people you don't like." That could have something to do with the double dipping and lavish exchange of saliva that takes place in the group pot. Everyone cooks and eats out of that one bubbling mix. Nothing spells unity like hot pot.

Bowls of just about anything surround the hot pot: mussels, greenery (of every shade and texture), chicken feet, rice noodles, oysters, squid, eel, fish balls, tofu, mushrooms, vegetables, and shrimp, all raw and fresh from the street market. Since my city in China is a coastal city, hot pot is always heavy in seafood. Shrimp are usually the most difficult to control on the table. Everything is "directly from the sea this afternoon" fresh, and the shrimp, alive and kicking, make a feisty delicacy.

During one new year's hot pot I attended, the shrimp took to jumping out of the boiling water on to the table whenever they were thrown in. Cooking them seemed almost barbaric, especially when they slapped you in the face in their attempts to escape. The chop sticks would start clicking and dunking around the table, and the shrimp never had a chance.

Once you throw your tofu into the pot, the next problem is finding it. Perhaps it sinks under a sea of bok choy and buries itself beneath the rice noodles. The natural impulse is to do a little "chopstick washing," swishing your chopsticks about in the broth to find your tofu. I tried that approach at first, but it appeared that rather than wash my chopsticks in the mutual eating pot, it was easier to just take whatever floated to the top and was handy. After all, you're among friends. Your fish ball is my fish ball.

Eastern culture values time around the table. Talking, eating, cooking, enjoying each other's company for several hours. These are the joys of the East. No rush. Another cup of tea. This is the essence of a Chinese New Year celebration.

The Eastern culture of Jesus' day was much the same. In fact, the Hebrews would even recline around their tables, allowing for hours of relaxed talking and sharing. Although hot pot was probably not on the menu, there were mutual dipping dishes, and with all those fishermen friends, Jesus probably ate plenty of fish. And He loved to share a meal with anyone - short tax collectors who sat in trees, good friends just off their boats, big crowds, tax collectors, wedding guests, families. Meal times were for relationship building. Dinners were a place to meet God.

How are meal times at your house? Hurried? Pressured? Eat and run? TV dinners or boxed mac and cheese? Mobile phones dominating the attention of everyone at the table?

MAYBE A HOT POT IS IN ORDER!

Cook together around a gurgling pot. Laugh about missing mushrooms and feisty shrimp. Engage in a chop stick battle over the last noodle. Get to know each other a little better.

A hot pot dinner reminds me of one of those times God talked about for teaching our children the command to love Him with all our hearts, souls, and strength. He said to impress this command on the children when we sit at home, when we walk along the road, when we lie down or get up, or ...

when we have family hot pot night!

Happy Chinese New Year!


Friday, January 29, 2016

The Fall of '53 on Layton . . .

In the fall of '53 a technology revolution was sweeping the country ... technology that would change and reflect American culture forever: Television. Between September and November that fall over forty television channels began operation in cities across the United States.

Justus, our country village on a mountain in Pennsylvania, has never been on the cutting edge of technology ... or anything else for that matter, but here on Layton that fall of '53, our family was on the cusp of national communication development. We owned a television ...  probably one of the first families on Layton to move the over sized electronic device with a lilliputian screen into the corner of our living room.

With its black and white pictures, it housed a wild assortment of tubes in a marvelous array of shapes, sizes, and colors. And my Dad was tube and television savvy ... thanks to the US Army and anthracite.

After World War II and his discharge from the army in '45, Dad returned to his parents' home in Justus and took up the family occupation - coal mining. His father and Uncle Joe, trained in the mines of north Wales, brought their skills and manpower to our local valley mines. A relative found Dad a job at the breaker in Olyphant. From the war front in Italy to the coal mines in northeastern Pennsylvania, it was a bleak and black decade for Dad.

He knew before a year was up that coal would not be his future. To his credit, he took the coal car by its hitch and sought out a better way of life. The post World War II economy in the US was beginning to sing, and innovations and inventions were changing American life. Dad jumped off the breaker and took advantage of his army training in communications by pursuing a burgeoning career field that did not involve dodging enemies or groveling underground in mines ... television engineering. In the late forties and early fifties it was THE place to be for a young vet with Morse Code in his head and electricity in his blood ... even if he lived on a mountain in the country on a road called Layton.

Television had a bit of a rough start. Poor Philo Farnsworth produced the first electronic television picture in 1927 and, by rights, he should have been hailed as the inventor of television, but he was scooped by RCA in a patent battle. Because RCA's David Sarnoff successfully marketed the invention, he became known as the father of television. The old "squeaky wheel" got the credit and the attention. Philo died in obscurity although with a label like Philo he'd have to choose a power name to make it in modern TV. It wasn't until the 1939 World's Fair, when RCA unveiled their new NBC Studios at Rockefeller Plaza in New York, that network television was introduced.

But television's commercial success and growth languished when the US entered WW II as the work force was shipped overseas, and personnel were scarce.. But in 1947 with the war behind them and an army of young veterans back in the US, television exploded. Dad rode the wave.

He took his post-war bride, Annette, and enrolled in the American Television Institute of Technology (ATIT) in Chicago. They loaded up the Plymouth and began the grueling drive across route 6 in Pennsylvania, through Ohio and Indiana to Illinois and a one room walk-up apartment on the south side of the Windy City.

Founded by Dr. Lee DeForest, inventor of the vacuum tube, and U.A. Sanabria, developer of the first televison station, ATIT was home for the country's cutting edge training in television theory, manufacturing, operation, and development..

Dad studied all aspects of electronics and television technology while Mom put her nursing education to work at Woodlawn Hospital. We went back to Chicago many years later to locate the apartment, the school, and the hospital. The hospital had been leveled, and an empty plot marked its former location. Boarded and broken windows, metal gates on store fronts, and litter under the "EL" (elevated train) indicated that the apartment building had slipped into the slums. And the school ... well, televisions had come a long way from vacuum tubes.

During the four years they lived near Lake Michigan, Dad finished his education, and in 1949 the young couple had their first baby, a girl. Dad was able to leave Chicago with a Bachelor of Science degree in television engineering. One coal miner had made a significant move to better his life. The young family headed home to the hills of Pennsylvania. Dad would find a job with one of the first radio stations in Scranton, WGBI, and later with one of its first television stations, WDAU (later WYOU), owned by Madge Megargee.
The television engineer and the baby boomer in a Chicago park,
1949.

So the family took up residence on Layton with an elephant of a television in the living room and a job in radio. The baby girl, one of the vanguard of boomers born from 1946-49, began her early years under the tutelage of infant television broadcasting with shows like Kukla, Fran and Ollie and Howdy Doody. Television provided the illusion of Hollywood. It would take almost two decades before the magic of those early years would be shattered for the boomers and for one little girl in particular..

In the fall of '53, the Chicago-born, four-year-old boarded the school bus on Layton for the first time
1953 - the baby boomer begins the journey.
with other boomer children. Television and the boomers would come of age together. The bus's five mile journey over the hills to school each day was just a start. The longer journey was only beginning ...
 in the fall of '53.



Resource: The Archive of American Television, http://www.emmytvlegends.org/resources/tv-history, Accessed January 27, 2016.






Sunday, January 10, 2016

Claire: "I want to be all sparkly!"

Claire dragged herself about the bedroom as the family prepared to attend the Christmas Eve church service. A prima donna who enjoys dressing up whether there is an occasion or not, Claire obviously didn't seem excited about the evening activity which would normally have her searching out her paten leather shoes, leopard sweater, and flouncy dress.

She and her sister Anna were to be characters in the church performance of the Christmas story. Anna had been assigned the part of an angel in the angel choir. Bedecked in tinsel and glitter, Anna was a vision in glitz.

Claire, on the other hand, was to be a sheep ... one of four, all plain and brown and undecorous. No singing Christmas carols from heaven or flopping flashy wings for this little one. She just had to stand in front of the hay-filled box and look ... sheepish.

This was not Claire's style. "I want to be all sparkly!" She bemoaned her role in the play, "... like Anna."

You know, Claire, I want to be all sparkly, too! Who doesn't want to live each day shining? Unfortunately, I am also wrapped in plain, brown paper, Claire ... a rather dirty, dismal farm animal, sometimes too dumb to get up when I fall over.

But I've learned an important lesson about sheep, my dear granddaughter. Not only has Jesus Christ forgiven us and washed us whiter than snow, the cleanest, most sparkling of whites, but He has given us a plan for shining!

We can sparkle in this farm yard. We can "shine among them like stars in the sky" when we hold firmly to Jesus and His Word ... It's the truth - Jesus says so (Philippians 2:15-16).

In fact, following Jesus shows great wisdom, and "those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever" (Daniel 12:3).

Sweetie, we sheep can shine! Even if we spend every day of our lives in the muck of the farm yard, we can SHINE, SPARKLE, GLITTER!  With Jesus. "Chin up, honey! You can always be sparkly for Jesus!"





Tuesday, November 24, 2015

How to Brighten the World This Holiday!

Terrorism, 
     bombings, Paris,
          illness, disease,
               poverty, homelessness,
                    abuse,
                          joblessness ...

     We're in quite a mess! So what can I do to brighten the world this holiday season? 



. . . not just to people you know but to needy people you don't know.

In October and November I witnessed the miracle of a group of women, giving generously and, in fact, with abandon. Those of us who watched the beauty of giving each week by these ladies stood breathless with the joy of it. And that was the result of giving . . . JOY, JOY, JOY!

The Tuesday night ladies' Bible study at Parker Hill Community Church decided to make the Keystone Rescue Mission in Scranton and Wilkes Barre its mission this fall. The Rescue Mission is located on Olive Street in Scranton and on Parkview Circle in Wilkes Barre. 

Both facilities provide a "Meal and a Message" nightly to needy and homeless people. They organize weekly clothing and food banks and emergency cold night shelters. The Wilkes Barre mission runs an addiction program also. The mission does all of this through charitable contributions.


Each week the ladies of the Bible study responded to the assigned giving themes: "Sock-tober,"
The ladies filled the pantry of  the Keystone Rescue Mission
in November.
"Meat Me for Dinner" (canned meat and vegetables), "Cold Night Pick-me-up" (canned soup or stew), "Smell Me Night" (deodorant, toothpaste,  tooth brushes), "Hot Drink Fixin's Night"  (cups, creamer, coffee, hot chocolate, sugar).


The result? Well, here's the final tally of what the ladies gave:
524 pairs of socks
248 tootbrushes
285 toothpaste
148 deodorant
50 soap/body wash
30 lotion
214 shampoo
67 conditioner
427 razors
282 combs
18 hairbrushes
94 hair ties
435 soups
272 canned meats
308 canned vegetables and fruits
58 coffee creamers
266 pounds of sugar
80 packets of hot chocolate
600 napkins
3.717 cups
94 assorted hygiene and food products

Astounding!
The staff at the Rescue Mission barely contained their happy dance! What's the result of a group of
women responding to a local need and giving generously? Many people will be blessed for months this winter with these supplies. 
Director of the Rescue Mission
John Gleason on the left with another
staff member and
the sock contribution.
Your group or family can do this too! 
Here's the link to the "needs" list for the Rescue Mission:  http://www.krmalliance.org/this-weeks-needs-list/   This is a Christmas gift worth giving. Take the kids on a field trip to the Rescue Mission with your Christmas contributions. JOY awaits.

A gem God showed me this morning from Isaiah 58:6-14 (NIV) assures us of joy: "... if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness ... then you will find your JOY in the LORD ..."

FIND JOY IN GIVING TO THE HUNGRY AND OPPRESSED THIS SEASON AND MAKE THE WORLD A LITTLE BRIGHTER. 

                          A JOY-FILLED HOLIDAY TO YOU!

Monday, October 26, 2015

Robert Frost and My Eighth Graders

Every autumn I'm reminded of a poem that my eighth graders loved - "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost. This poem won Frost a Pulitzer Prize, one of the four Pulitzers he received for poetry in his lifetime.

Nature's first green is gold.
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower,
 But only for an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

The poem's theme is rather depressing, really. New leaves and new flowers symbolize hope, freshness, and innocence. New life is lush and vibrant, filled with the excitement of hopeful beginnings - as beautiful as gold. But the sad thing is - the gold only lasts "for an hour." Then, the leaves subside to decay and death just as the newness and hope of perfect Eden subsided to sin and death. As even the  joy of dawn subsides to day and eventual night. Surely, Frost says, gold is the hardest hue to hold for nothing gold can stay.

It certainly wasn't the joy of the poem that attracted my junior high kids!

It was the context in which they read the poem that resonated with them.

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton was required reading for eighth graders, and "Nothing Gold Can Stay" is a gem buried amid conflict between teen gangs in the novel. The story's main character, fourteen-year-old Ponyboy Curtis, loses his parents in an automobile accident. Parented now by his twenty and sixteen-year-old brothers, Ponyboy and his brothers belong to the Greasers, a gang on the poor side of town. Always feeling like an outsider, Ponyboy struggles with right and wrong in a society that makes no sense to him. Life disintegrates for Ponyboy as he faces death and the murder of friends . . . life's gold was gone.

Ponyboy had heard Frost's poem in his English class. He repeats the poem to his sad, abused buddy Johnny. Eventually, Johnny is fatally injured in a church fire while saving some children. As Johnny lay dying, he whispers to Ponyboy, "Stay gold."

 Gold . . . the symbol of all that is good, right, beautiful, untarnished, and pure. "Keep that gold in your life," the dying Johnny says to Ponyboy. "Don't give up. Strive for the best."

"Nothing gold can stay?" Good news, Mr. Frost. There is the possibility of gold in this life and forever. When life doesn't make sense, when our culture and society seem to be disintegrating around us, when relationships crumble, there is still hope, there is still life, there is still the promise of newness ... for eternity because ... there is God, and with God all things are possible.

When all seems confused and lost, take heart, seek God, and find the gold that will never tarnish or decay.
.



Tuesday, September 29, 2015

A Hansel and Gretel Journey through China

Myth and folklore often have roots in truth.

The story of Hansel and Gretel reflects a truth that I saw illustrated on our recent journey across China.

Germany, circa 1840,  famine grips the land, and Hansel and Gretel's stepmother determines to take the children deep into the woods and abandon them there so she and her husband will not starve to death. The brother and sister overhear the stepmother's plan. As they are led through the woods, Hansel leaves a trail of bread crumbs to mark the trail and lead them home. Hansel assures Gretel that God will not forsake them.

Eventually, they discover a cottage made of gingerbread, cakes, and candy, owned by a wicked and cannibalistic witch who uses the candy to lure children in and eat them.The witch tries to fatten up and cook Hansel and Gretel, but some quick thinking on Gretel's part lands the witch in the oven. The tables are turned! The wicked witch is dead, The children discover  precious jewels in the house. They return safely home with the treasure for a happy reunion with their father and with the knowledge that their wicked stepmother is also dead.

Gruesome story with a victorious ending and a kernel of truth.

China, circa 2015, spiritual famine grips the land. Many people, lost in a  dark forest of atheism and humanism, search for the way home to a Father who loves them. But the wicked one is prowling the forest, seeking whom he may devour, luring them with sweet promises.The forest looms, fearsome and foreboding. An oven awaits those who take shelter in the way of evil. "Home" with their Heavenly Father means a rich inheritance of spiritual blessings and a final victory. This is TRUTH.

And so, we played Hansel and Gretel this summer, dropping bits and pieces of the "bread of life," from east to west in China, leaving a trail to lead the lost "home" to their loving Father. Far and wide, we scattered the "bread of life," in the form of mp3 audio devices called "Pathlighters" and "Wildlife Storytellers," from the East China Sea to the borders of Tibet.
Piper lives at the children's home. His "daddy"
there reports that he listens to
one story every day.

The Pathlighters and Wildlife Storytellers were collected by
taxi, van, and bus drivers,
bus passengers,
teachers,
cooks,
college students,
twenty-somethings,
grandmas and grandpas,
employees of large companies,
street vendors, 
children.
An excellent family.

THESE ARE THE FACES OF BEAUTUFUL PEOPLE YOU HAVE IMPACTED, DEAR FRIENDS! ...

THEY FOUND THE "BREAD" THAT YOU  SENT TO LEAD THEM "HOME."

THANK YOU FOR GIVING. THANK YOU FOR SENDING.
Sweet fellow travelers and companions.
University students.


My former junior high school students ... all grown up as teachers, parents, and
company employees.

A local senior citizen get-together.

Children in our orphanage.
Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty . . . whoever comes to me I will never drive away . . . For my Father's will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day." 
John 6:35-40 (NIV)

THANK YOU FOR SENDING BREAD TO LEAD THESE PRECIOUS ONES . . . HOME.