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When the fog clears…

After we left Staters, we headed down the Oregon Coast.  We just had to stick our toes in the cold Pacific Ocean, just to say we did it.    The coast was fogged in.   In the nearby shipping channel, we could hear the ships going out at low tide, blowing foghorns and being answered by the bells on the channel buoys.  But all we could see of them even with binoculars were looming gray shadows.   It didn’t seem like a very climactic moment to our transcontinental journey.  I was also using the binoculars to watch birds but there were very few–also disappointing.  So we piled back in the little cherry-red rented Nissan Versa and continued south along 101.    There weren’t even any coastal views for miles and whenever we got close to the coast, we could tell by the fog banks rolling in.  

After many miles we came to the town of Port Orford, OR.   Route 101 made a sharp left turn but straight ahead was a broad uphill street with the words “Ocean view” painted clearly in huge letters on the pavement across both lanes.   The last time we saw such signs, it had been several miles to the actual coast.    But this time as soon as we crested the knoll, there it was, a beautiful coastal view of the Pacific; and surprise, there was no fog.   We stopped; took turns taking pictures; then I spent time watching the many birds and the coastal small-boat activity while JoAnne sketched.    Then someone pointed out a whale spout.   Amazing!   We had the unexpected privilege of watching a whale spouting while presumably feeding among the huge rocks for at least a half-hour before he decided to swim back out to sea.  

After that, for many miles of coastal road, the fog stayed out to sea and we enjoyed a beautiful trip, with many stops.  We even took a coastal byway and the weather held for hours while we traversed it, taking pictures and feasting with our eyes on the vistas.

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It reminded me that you just never know what blessing God has in store when the fog clears.   God is like that in our lives.  We can live in expectancy looking for God’s sunshine to break through.    The “sun of righteousness rises” and then somehow the fog clears.   St. Paul put it bluntly, “Wake up, O sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you” (Eph. 5:14 NIV).

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Fun with Staters

The gift of hospitality is certainly among your gifts, Gail and Sue!     Our son-in-law’s Dad and Mom hosted us in royal fashion this past weekend. We relished home-cooked fresh salmon –super– and enjoyed a very tasty new grain pronounced “keyno” – I have no idea how to spell it – that their son Bill’s wife, Fatima, brought over to Sunday dinner.   (Ever since our time in Morocco, JoAnne and I enjoy trying new foods.)  Saturday we took a most enjoyable trip to the Cascades, hiking to Proxy Falls, stopping at Belknap Lava beds and Clear Lake too.  It was another exciting taste of the volcanic Cascades.   Later Sunday, JoAnne and Sue cemented their friendship with a six or seven mile walk around the U of Oregon campus (where Mark went to college and grad school) and then back to Staters. 

 We talked lots and perused pictures of our children with delight.   We discovered that Sue is a fantastic scrap-booker.       Sunday morning we attended their Presbyterian church where we deepened our family bonds by sharing the Lord’s Supper together.    Mark’s Dad, Gail,  also took me trout fishing on the McKenzie River.   We floated down for about four hours while Gail piloted expertly to avoid the rocks and anchor us in the best fishing spots.   It was an artificial bait only section and we did catch and release.  I found out I can still handle an open face reel, case a fly rod, and catch trout.  In fact, I was quite successful with his fly rod, landing four trout with it. At one point we had two fish on the line at once.   The kind of boat Gail has is especially invented for the purpose of float fishing on the McKensie and Rogue Rivers.   The oars were not solidly fixed as we are used to in a row boat in the East.  Instead, they have a ring to keep them from sliding all the way out and a sleeved section where the boatman can slide them in and out as needed to avoid hazards.   At the end of the float, I felt like one of those rich guys a hundred years ago who had just been guided down the river by a professional guide.  

Each morning, I enjoyed a quiet prayer time in Staters enclosed garden.   Even vacation can be too busy if one does not set aside time to reflect, read and pray.  It was a great place of retreat.

JoAnne and I were so very thankful to have been the recipients of Sue’s and Gail’s care and love.

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Americana Journal

Mt. St. Helens

Friday, on the way to Staters, we turned up into the Cascades to visit Mt. St. Helens.   Again, our time was limited by our schedule, so we chose just two of the four or five visitor centers.  We stopped at the first one you encounter and the one sponsored by Weyerhauser Lumber company.    Both were excellent choices.   The first had an excellent display area and a moving informational film about the eruption.    The second, inside the original blast zone, was a good observation point for Mt. St. Helens and the valley below, including our first glimpse of Roosevelt elk through the telescope and showed the impact on the forest.  It also helped one understand the area logging industry which is everywhere in evidence.    The valley below, 30 years later, still very much bears the marks of the devastating gray ash water and log flood that rushed down it in 1980.

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Hurricane Ridge

Olympic National Park; a place of many different ecosystems, of tremendous variation in elevation, and fantastic beauty.    We almost decided to head straight South but are so glad we opted to turn Northeast via ferry and car first and visit this jewel among the National Parks.   Our time was limited; though I think one always feels that way when in National Parks.   So we just drove straight up to Hurricane Ridge.   We were blessed with an outstanding day.   Views were phenomenal, as you can see.

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Adventure is fast paced

What a whirlwind pace we are setting.  Tonight we are in Bend, OR.   We have visited three national parks so far (Olympic, Redwoods, and Crater Lake), as well as Mt. St. Helens which isn’t one yet.   We also toured the lava beds of Belknap crater and Proxy Falls; and I fished for trout on the McKenzie River.    But with so much going on and lots of driving in between– over 1000 miles so far, there has not been much time to blog.   And besides, we have only been able to get a true working WI-FI connection two or three nights so far anyway.  

Tonight, I did fix the resize problem I had with the new camera so I will now be set to write more and make more picture galleries.   I redid the Seattle gallery to test it and it now has five pictures that work instead of the one that took forever.  We have taken hundreds of pictures so far.

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Anniversary Adventure

It feels weird to be on vacation for more a couple days.   But I am glad it has finally begun.  I’m writing this on the plane heading for Seattle, WA (Aug 11).    Even one of my friends at church Sunday said to me, “Pastor, I think you’re getting worn down.”  It is true.  I think I have noticed some effect in my writing too as it has seemed harder to be creative.  I told JoAnne, “I think I will rest whenever possible on this vacation.    I hope the travel part of it will not make it too busy.   Sometimes on these kinds of travel vacations it is easy to try to see too much.   

To me, vacation is a kind of annual Sabbath.  The OT feast schedule had one feast in it that was a whole week long.   One of the main purposes of Sabbath is rest.   Physical renewal and spiritual renewal go together.   A break from the usual routine is re-creating.  So I believe annual vacation is a necessary part of the rest we need.   JoAnne and I are taking a longer one this year, and one that involves plane travel to celebrate our 40th anniversary year as husband and wife.  Keely and Mark sponsored a great party for us at church this past month.  So now it’s time for our own way of celebrating – seeing some national parks.  

I hope to blog some as the days go by, and I bought a new camera to help keep it interesting.

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Seattle for Breakfast

More photos later

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Playing in Band

I donned the white shirt and black pants again this evening, grabbed the trombone and accessories and headed out to our biweekly summer concert.   Most are at nursing homes and the residents really enjoy the music.   I love the marches, big band stuff and an occasional more sophisticated band piece.    Right now we have a fun version of “Just a Closer Walk” in our repertoire too. Our director, Cathy Stickler, seems to have a knack for picking music the older folks like.   JoAnne sometimes goes with me as she did tonight and also a few weeks ago to the annual Fourth of July concert at Johnson Park in Liverpool where she snapped this picture.

Band has always been a joy to me; in high school, college and now.   There is the joy of making music.  There is a sense of accomplishment in playing the music well.  There is fun camaraderie in the trombone section and the overall group.   And it is a complete change of scenery and pace.   JoAnne quotes the classical musicians who said, “Music is a gift of God.”    I know playing in Liverpool Community Band continues to be a gift to me.

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The Sadness of Abortion

http://www.christianpost.com/article/20100730/house-bill-seeks-to-permanently-ban-abortion-funding/index.html

I was reading this week that our President and Congress still cannot get their heads around the truth about abortion.    While the house is thankfully introducing a bill to clearly end federal funding for it, a good step forward, the Senate was opening the way for more foreign aid for it.   The position of our Declaration of Independence is crystal clear.   We are “entitled by our Creator” to the “right to life..”

When will we figure out that children seldom arrive on the wings of convenience?  They are not like weekends at the beach or raises in pay; universally welcomed at the first news of their coming.    But they are much more like education or regular workouts; hard work, sometimes not very convenient but more than worth the effort in the long view.    How many baby boomers who were quite happy to have taken part in an abortion when they were young to avoid a visible pregnancy, now with the wisdom of age in regard to the value of children, wish they had not done so?    How many women’s lives have been scarred by the memories of the death of an unborn in this way?

Personally, I think that abortion is also the worst enemy of economic growth in America over the last four decades.    The economic and demographic picture would be so much healthier without it.  The Northeast would not be emptying of people nearly as much.   Colleges would not be in a cut-throat competition for diminishing students.   Social Security would not be going bankrupt.   Store-keepers would have younger customers who spend money.    Every business person and teacher should be pro-life out of pure economic self-interest, if for no other reason. 

The Bible’s position is clear.  God’s creative power was at work in our conception and in our formation in the womb.   Every child is a unique and valuable creation of God, whatever the circumstances of conception, whatever the accidents of development in a broken world (Rom. 8:18-25). 

“You created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb” (Ps 139:13 NIV).

“This is what the Lord says — he who made you, who formed you in the womb, and who will help you” (Isa 44:2).

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart” (Jer 1:5).

It is up to us to learn to value the children that God allows us to conceive as God values them.

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Day Lily Season

One of the great joys of summer for me is daylily season.    Hemerocallis is one of my very favorite summer flowers.   It is hardy, easy to grow, makes a good display and has few enemies.  It transplants well, divides well, and is generally hard to kill, although the voles have been trying.  When I arrived here, there was only one kind, the old-fashioned one, growing here.   Now I have collected about three dozen varieties and every year I try to add a few more.   Some I get from friends, some I buy in stores or from specialty catalogs and I have purchased several at Grace Gardens (http://gracegardens.com/), a daylily garden near Geneva that I love to visit.   In recent years, I have tried to be better at recording the names, but with the way CNY winters beat up my name plates, I unfortunately have lost names regularly.  Several of my lilies I inherited from my Grandmother Isaman, including one called Frans Hall that is still sold in catalogs today.

The name, daylily, comes from the fact that each bloom lasts only one day.   (However, I have collected one strange but very fragrant variety that blooms each evening and closes in the morning).   Many people are not aware that some strains are fragrant.   In a way, it is sad each evening as beautiful displays come to an end with the setting sun.  Yet in another sense, I always think about how every morning I have a brand new garden display!   It is one small way God’s mercies are new every morning (Lam. 3: 22,23 ESV).   The old blossoms of the night before were faded in the sun or beaten up by rain, but the new ones of the morning are perfect.  So each morning all summer during day lily season, I go out to see what has opened for today.    I have observed unusual things on those morning walks too.  One morning, I found a green tree frog backed down into a large daylily blossom.   If I extend the spiritual analogy, as a Christian, I can look forward each morning to how God’s grace will make this day a fresh experience walking with my Savior.

I’m including a few pictures from this year’s gardens.    You may notice that I tend toward the jungle look in gardens as opposed to the neatly-separated-plants look.  I like the happy coincidences that happen as plants overlap.  I’d rather they fill in the spaces, and then I don’t have to.   If it’s weeds – well, I will eventually get to them…

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