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The road trip has been on the calendar for a long time. Father and son, roughing it, swapping stories, sleeping out by the light…of the monitors?

Not exactly.

Those words do well to characterize the week. Birthday parties, movies, meetings at the office, and Memorial Day adventures were all planned.

What has all happened was largely unplanned.

Hospitalizations. Near miss tornados. Large scale tragedy unfolding before us. An early morning cutting down trees. And, of course, the road trip.
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#1 son and I caught the climbing bug last summer. It has been one of the larger surprises of my middle aged era. I actually enjoyed strapping on some weight, and carrying the load up and down, over long distances, sometimes in pain, while at other moments in awe. You see, I had to endure it all to reach the summit and to enjoy it in all its glory.
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The thought that I was all alone
Broken and afraid
But You were there with me
Yes You were there with me

Well and I didn’t even know
That I had lost my way
But You were there with me
Yes You were there with me

Until You opened up my eyes
I never knew
That I couldn’t ever make it without You

It has been a hard week. Long before the wind ever began to blow, time, priorities, and commitments had required that #1 son and I postpone our long anticipated sojourn to the mountain.

And yet, here we are tonight, outside our element, father and son: all three of us.

Yes, #1 son and I got in the car after all, not as planned, but as unplanned. The journey west took us south. And now, not by the light of the moon, but the monitors, father, and son, and his son, are here together in a hospital room. If all goes as planned, we will lift our packs at the break of dawn and hike our way out of here. That’s the plan. Sometimes, plans change, and we have to learn to be OK with that.

And even though the journey’s long
And I know the road is hard
Well, the one who’s gone before me
He will help me carry on
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Other people’s plans changed this week, as well. People like Jennifer, a true hero, whose day on Monday probably went nothing like she had ever planned. You can read her story here.

And after all that I’ve been through
Now I realize the truth
That I must go through the valley
To stand upon the mountain of God

And as I travel on the road
That You have lead me down
You are here with me

Yes, YAHWEH is here with me.

HE is with you too, and Jennifer, and all the rest of us…

The roadtrip continues, and it is a good one. The ultimate Summit is up ahead, if we just keep climbing.

*The Mountain of God lyrics by Third Day

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The storms were raging yesterday. Soon thereafter, the misinformation began. Some misinformation is intended, but most is more innocent.

Social media posts last evening proclaimed that “all the school children have been accounted for”, but sadly the message was not quite so true. Later news reports haunted us with large numbers lost in the tragedy. Thankfully, subsequent reports improved the numbers dramatically.

People don’t take long to ask “why did this happen? Is God punishing us?“. No, one should say, we live in Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down…. Go ask a Californian if San Andreas is a divine curse. Pardon me. I digress.

Some misinformation can be almost comical, but not without consequence. I drove a van early this morning containing a team of relief volunteers following yesterday’s tragic tornado in Moore. As we prepared to return home hours later, distance, rain, and differing projects and schedules had separated our group. My inquiry about empty seats in my van was met with “they went home early in another van” as a confident and innocent reply. Just after completing our 40 minute return drive and sitting down to a late lunch, the cell phone proclaimed they had been left behind. What’s an extra 50 miles between misinformed friends?

Other misinformation is not always so funny.

Genesis 3:3-5: Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden’?”

The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.’”

“You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”

Misinformed, indeed, but not so innocent. And the storms of life have been raging ever since. It’s good that we have Someone to help us recover.

Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o’ershadow with blackness,
No shelter or help is nigh;
Carest Thou not that we perish?
How canst Thou lie asleep,
When each moment so madly is threatening
A grave in the angry deep?

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will,
Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea,
Or demons or men, or whatever it be
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, peace, be still!

Master, with anguish of spirit
I bow in my grief today;
The depths of my sad heart are troubled
Oh, waken and save, I pray!
Torrents of sin and of anguish
Sweep o’er my sinking soul;
And I perish! I perish! dear Master
Oh, hasten, and take control.

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will,
Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea,
Or demons or men, or whatever it be
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, peace, be still!

Master, the terror is over,
The elements sweetly rest;
Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored,
And heaven’s within my breast;
Linger, O blessed Redeemer!
Leave me alone no more;
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor,
And rest on the blissful shore.
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*lyrics by Mary A. Baker

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