In Todd We Trust

In the North American IRONMAN Championships, my brother-in-law Todd Wilson has just completed his amazing run in the 50-59 age category.

Fifteen hours, 27 minutes, 52 seconds.  Let this sink in….

The first leg, a 2.4 mile swim.

The second leg, a 112 mile bike ride.

And finally, a grueling 26.2 mile marathon run.

I can’t wrap my head around it, and I am so proud of this guy.  I’ll tell you his incredible story some day.

So glad to know you, brah.   Congratulations!!

Todd Wilson

Monday thoughts

Romans 1: 19-20

19 Because that which may be known of God is manifest in them; for God hath shewed it unto them.

20 For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:

 
Luke 6:35

…do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again;

 

The video which follows was produced in Thailand, “The Land of the Free.”

 
If I ever needed evidence of  “that which may be known of God is manifest in them,”   it is presented here.

Certainly, the Spirit of the Gospel is alive and well in southeast Asia.

The video is poignant, thought-provoking, and extremely well-made.  Enjoy.

 

 

 

 

 

Looking For Abigail

I wanted to take a moment and share a local story of interest with our readers.  Please, if anyone sees Abigail, please respond at the links shown below.  Thanks …  Nuke!

Update:   Bloggers, please cut/paste this post on your own blogs.  Let’s help get the word out.

LOOKING FOR ABIGAIL

TOGETHER, WITH YOUR HELP……WE ARE GOING TO FIND ABIGAIL

abigail bonnerThis is Abigail Bonner, my 17-year old niece in Madison, Mississippi. She has gone missing as of late night August 2 or early morning August 3rd. Police have begun searching without any results. If you see her, please contact us at 

Be sure to “like” our facebook page “Looking For Abigail”. Share the page and tell others to do the same so that we can spread the word about Abigail and she can come back home.

WE ARE GOING TO FIND ABIGAIL! 

REWARD OF UP TO $25,000 FOR ANY CREDIBLE INFORMATION LEADING TO THE SAFE RETURN OF ABIGAIL BONNER

IF YOU HAVE INFORMATION, PLEASE CONTACT THE MADISON POLICE DEPARTMENT AT 601-856-6111

 

 

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Please help find Abigail Bonner.
UPDATE:  Be on the lookout in the NJ/NY area… JWF:  I tagged your blog because you’re a Jersey guy.
Breaking (from FB):  We received information that seems to indicate that if Abagail is not in Madison or nearby, she may have made her way to the New York / New Jersey area.We are still continuing our search throughout Madison/Jackson because the information we received is not conclusive but it is sufficiently valid to ask for focused help from people in New York and New Jersey.

Happy Father’s Day!

From babies to ladies, we love our young’uns.

Happy Mother’s Day!

There is no love like a Mother’s love. It just isn’t possible.

Mother’s are Mighty.

Unfolded out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, as is always to come unfolded,
Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth, is to come the superbest man of the earth,
Unfolded out of the friendliest woman, is to come the friendliest man,
Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman, can a man be formed of perfect body,
Unfolded only out of the inimitable poem of the woman, can come the poems of man—only thence have my poems come,
Unfolded out of the strong and arrogant woman I love, only thence can appear the strong and arrogant man I love,
Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled woman I love, only thence come the brawny embraces of the man,
Unfolded out of the folds of the woman’s brain, come all the folds of the man’s brain, duly obedient,
Unfolded out of the justice of the woman, all justice is unfolded,
Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all sympathy;
A man is a great thing upon the earth, and through eternity—but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman,
First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be shaped in himself.

Walt Whitman-Unfolded out of the folds

*Cross posted at Urban Grounds.*

Christ is Risen. Easter Sunday 2013

cesar_chavezs_86th_Easter-SundayThe most holy day of the Christian calendar, Easter Sunday, is the day that is celebrated to mark the Resurrection of Jesus from the dead. But not at Google. No, at Google, this isn’t Easter Sunday. It is Caesar Chavez’s 86th birthday.

 

bingContrast this with Bing, a large display of Easter Eggs.  Google has been my default search engine for years.  To “google” something is understood to mean to search for somthing on the web.

I think I’m going to change the default setting on my personal laptop to Bing.  Couldn’t hurt.  Plus, they have more respect for my faith than google does.

 

To my friends on the inner webs, “Happy Easter!  Christ is Risen!”

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We’ve No Less Days

I picked up the copy of the Sunday bulletin for the 60th anniversary service of the Alta Woods UMC.   On the front page was the customary wide-angle photo of the church sanctuary.  In the lower left of the photo was another steeple, that of the Alta Woods Baptist Church.  If the photo could pan a hundred yards or so to the right, you would see the Alta Woods Presbyterian Church, and a few hundred yards to the right of that was the Carmelite Monastery.

 
I would see a group of the Carmelite Nuns each Saturday morning at the A&P as they did their grocery shopping.  I didn’t really know how to address them, “Miz” just didn’t seem right, so I just called them “Sister”, even though I wasn’t a Catholic.  It didn’t seem to bother them, though.  And between school, the A&P, and sleep, the true passion of my week was the time that I was able to spend with the youth of Alta Woods United Methodist Church.  Because for me, there was only one “Alta Woods.”  And coming back to celebrate this occasion was something  wonderful.  So full of tenderness and love, that I believe  that the celebration, not just the date on the calendar, is the real gift  to share and remember.

Forty years ago, the youth group was huge.  I don’t remember exact numbers, but I think maybe 100 or so high-school aged folks would get together each Sunday afternoon for choir and Sunday evening for MYF, and on Wednesday evenings for Bible Study.  Some of the parents in the adult Sunday School classes could probably give a better estimate, as they volunteered to feed this ravenous bunch of teenagers every Sunday afternoon.
Late night Kung Fu episodes at Sue Mac’s, choir tours, and lot of other activites contributed to what Travis Tichenor described to me this morning as  “a magical time that we were all fortunate to be a part of.”  I’ll always be grateful to Travis for inviting me to come to the youth choir that Sunday that my family visited Alta Woods for the first time.  I got that chance today, to thank him.  That was cool.   I suppose I should have also thanked him for prompting Sam Morris to let me sing the solo part of “I Believe in You.”   I was the new guy, and way to diffident to ask for myself.  David White told me today that he thinks of that song every time he thinks of me.

I didn’t get much time to talk with Murray  Nichols.  I hate that.  I spent many hours with ol’ Murray in his red VW.  Murray made me an 8-track copy of the first Dan Fogelberg concert that was broadcast on WZZQ.  I played that tape until it was unplayable.   I think I learned all the guitar and vocal parts to every song on that tape.  Thanks Murray.  I miss you, Bud.

I wish I could have gotten to everyone that I wanted to visit with.  And for those that couldn’t come, I missed them too.  The memories were as sweet as the pecan pie at the covered dish lunch.  It was delicious, by the way, and my wife didn’t believe me when I told her later, that I didn’t go back for seconds.  But I couldn’t have seconds and see the people that I wanted to see.  These are the people who shared their love for God with me, who loved me and welcomed me to their lives, and to this day, even though I rarely see them, are some of my best friends that I have, or will ever have.   And, even though it hadn’t occurred to me until just now, I spent only two years in this nurturing cocoon.  In my typical Baby-Boomer fashion, I find myself surprised to realize that the entire history of this congregation didn’t revolve around those two years.  So many other souls have been a part of the Alta Woods family, so many I’ve never known, but on this day, we were one in the Spirit, breaking bread together.

And now I am reflecting on memories of years gone by, of places and people dear to me.  Family, friends, fellowship, tender love:  it really doesn’t get any better than this in this lifetime.   And that, my friends, makes the next one even more amazing to contemplate.

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