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Expectancies

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The sun arose yet again this morning, and I am left to wonder what we should expect from this day.

What to expect?

Expect the unexpected.

As the sun is setting on the hourglass of time that we have called July 2014, the news making events have been unexpected, indeed.

Personal loss.

Three major plane crashes.

EBOLA.

The personal loss of others.

An infrastructure failure induced flood at storied UCLA.

A cold day in July.

I could go on forever, figuratively speaking, for I will not, at least on this Earth.

Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. Romans‬ ‭12‬:‭12‬

That’s just it. We are to be patient, and wait for the promise.

There’s a new Stephen Curtis Chapman tune that has been recently released, and a glorious unfolding sounds like something worth waiting for.

And, something worth expecting.

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Sunday morning greetings from way up high.

As I took a sunrise walk a few moments ago, I was blessed by nature in all its beauty and wonder.

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I was also blessed to find this little church, circa 1876, and I could not help but take the sign at the door at face value.

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The stillness in this old house of worship is powerful. I was reminded of an old song we used to sing growing up, and it seemed fitting to share here. May your Lord’s day morning be blessed as well:

Just a few more days to be filled with praise,

And to tell the old, old story;

Then, when twilight falls, and my Savior calls,

I shall go to Him in glory.

I’ll exchange my cross for a starry crown,

Where the gates swing outward never;

At His feet I’ll lay ev’ry burden down,

And with Jesus reign forever.

Just a few more years with their toil and tears,

And the journey will be ended;

Then I’ll be with Him, where the tide of time

With eternity is blended.

Tho’ the hills be steep and the valleys deep,

With no flow’rs my way adorning;

Tho’ the night be lone and my rest a stone,

Joy awaits me in the morning.

What a joy ’twill be when I wake to see

Him for whom my heart is burning!

Nevermore to sigh, nevermore to die–

For that day my heart is yearning

I’ll exchange my cross for a starry crown,

Where the gates swing outward never;

At His feet I’ll lay ev’ry burden down,

And with Jesus reign forever.

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Lyrics by Charles H. Gabriel, 1917

Staying on the path

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The news broke last night of a local parent who died on the face of a mountain yesterday. My son quickly reminded me that he had played on a basketball team with this woman’s son and that we knew them in years gone by. She was described as “no climbing novice”, and was said to have died doing what she loved.

As a confessed climbing novice, I do love me some high elevation. Amidst the wind, and the wildlife, the storms, and the oxygen deprivation, there is a distinct beauty and peace about it. Some have described it as the closest you are to God while standing on this earth, and suddenly the appeal of building Babel seems to make some sense. Not much, but some.

You see, few dare to tread quite so high. While I spurn the more technical risks that claimed this adventurer yesterday, fears and falls are there to be overcome. It makes for a great memory, and often an almost equally good story.

A few short months ago, my late father gave me the watch pictured above. It is fed by a satellite, and reports not only time, but elevation, and bearings. I just noticed this week that it is called “Pathfinder”. Fitting, indeed.

Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path. (‭Psalms‬ ‭119‬:‭105‬)

As a confessed “living this life” novice, I do love me some high elevation. Amidst the wind, and the wildlife, the storms, and the oxygen deprivation, there is a distinct beauty and peace about it. Some have described it as the closest you are to God while standing on this earth, and suddenly the appeal of building Babel seems to make some sense. Not much, but some.

And I’m glad I have my pathfinder(s), and trailblazing predecessors, to help me navigate the way.

jbinghamoc:

Another favorite set of thoughts from times gone by. I’m pretty sure I penned this just after my last trip to Vienna. It seems that leaving town is good for the more expressive side of me.

Originally posted on Bing, Jeffrey Bing:

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...always seen in public places.

I have this friend, and a pretty good one at that, who has been known to repeat this phrase a time or two.

Originally spoken in reference to wanted posters in Post Offices, news blotters, front pages, and the like, I think said friend might have been talking about the FB the last time he was quoted as saying the line. Could he have been referring to yours truly? Touché?

When they were handing out the gift of moderation in heaven, I think I may have been online and forgot to get my quota. It’s certainly a good thing that I don’t drink. Numbers of slides in PowerPoint presentations, numbers of gelatos/glasses of lime sherbet (auf USA) consumed in a week, numbers of sport coats in my closet…I could go on forever baby. Case in point?

So, what exactly is your point here, as…

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jbinghamoc:

I never knew how it all would go when I originally penned this two years ago. And yet, here we are. Daddy lived life to the fullest right up till the end, and we are grateful for the memories.

Originally posted on Bing, Jeffrey Bing:

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Greetings from the shores of Lake Pettijohn. As you can see here, it is a lush place. No, to be truthful, much like Garrison Keillor’s mythical Lake Wobegon, Lake Pettijohn is a prairie home companion of the heart and the mind, for the water is just not there. Or is it? We’ll come back to that after a few words from our sponsors.

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I drove a van load of young men down to PSCC yesterday. Prior to the blowout (on the luggage trailer, not our van, thankfully) it was a surreally quiet experience, much different from my sponsor driving past. In years gone by, this trip was filled with caffeinated young men one upping each other and making bold predictions of their planned exploits in the week to come.

Not so this year. I asked them all to buckle up, and they all promptly went to sleep. What was the…

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Originally posted on Bing, Jeffrey Bing:

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I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
‘Till the landslide brought me down

As mentioned yesterday, we had an adventure, and a story yet to tell. That will come, in time, but as #1 son and I hoofed our way home yesterday, a flood of tunes library memories were conjured up as the music kept me alert and winging our way back home. Mark Shultz reminded me of the Sherpa. Fleetwood Mac, courtesy of Stevie Nicks’ songwriting, reminded me of our mountain trek team.

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But…

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F. R. O. G.

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I spent an hour or so Monday in the land of my ancestry. The week proceeding that day was lived in a place foreign to us all.

It all began with a frog. Truthfully, “it all” began with a serpent long before our time, but the frog is the more important in our story today.

The Monday of the preceding week, the last visit to my Dad during his conscious state was from a young minister bearing a frog. We came to learn that frog, F.R.O.G., stood for “Fully Rely on God“.

As the past week went on, my family and I learned to do just that.

As I prepare to return to work today, I have been blessed by the following scripture in my email inbox:

Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. (John 14:1)

One of our minister friends shared words from John 14 with us this most recent Monday as we stood in the burial place of my ancestry, and I’m grateful we have the FROG to help us move on.

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