“It’s natural to see successful, wealthy people who graduated from ‘the best’ schools, and to believe that the schools made them that way. In fact, those schools have centuries of experience in simply selecting the wealthiest, most successful people to begin with, and doing little to stand in their way for four years. They effectively make a silk purse out of silk. No small task, to be sure, but hardly the momentous challenge it’s often made out to be.”Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Quote of the Week
“It’s natural to see successful, wealthy people who graduated from ‘the best’ schools, and to believe that the schools made them that way. In fact, those schools have centuries of experience in simply selecting the wealthiest, most successful people to begin with, and doing little to stand in their way for four years. They effectively make a silk purse out of silk. No small task, to be sure, but hardly the momentous challenge it’s often made out to be.”Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Another Snow Day

And a view of the front of our house . . .

And a snowy slam dunk . . .

The boys got the day off from school (which I think means an additional day of school at the end of the year now because they've used up their entire allotment of snow days).
Saturday, February 23, 2008
TUFW YouTube Challenge Recap
The various entries racked up over 14,000 views during the contest. I was especially pleased that so many of them got our TUFW "branding" right, which tells me we must be doing something okay. Anyway, the grand prize winner was an entry called Banana Man:
Catching Up a Bit
Anyway, I did manage to download some pictures today finally and so here is a hodge-podge of shots that Jeannette has taken recently.
The first few are from Jeannette and MelodyJoy's trip to Oregon for Jeannette's mother's 65th birthday. Here Melody enjoys a bubble bath with cousin Bailey . . .
And cuddling up with Aunt Wanda . . .
And knocking the stuffing out of Grandma and Grandpa Muntz . . .

Their travel to and from Oregon was an adventure. When I met them at the airport afterwards, I brought Jeannette a balloon but, naturally, Melody claimed it as her own . . .

Earlier this week, my cousin David was traveling through the area for his job surveying cell phone towers so he stopped in for a night. He and Melody had a great time together, though she periodically declared him to be "scary." Ever since he's left us, she keeps asking, "Where's David?"
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Quote of the Week
“You just need to be a flea against injustice. Enough committed fleas biting strategically can make even the biggest dog uncomfortable and transform even the biggest nation.”
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Seeing the Obvious Finally
- Matthew 20:17-19 (NLT)
I don't know why it is that sometimes you see something that is totally obvious but it just doesn't penetrate your brain. I was reading Matthew 20 last week and when I came to the verses above, a light bulb came on for me. I don't know why but I never realized that Jesus had so clearly, concisely, blatantly and accurately foretold His death and resurrection. For some reason, in ignorance I always thought He had spoken in code, giving only obscure hints as to what was ahead. But that's not how it was. Jesus told twelve people in a group that He would be betrayed, beaten and killed . . . specifically, crucified. Oh, and three days later He would rise from the dead. No "hinting" there . . . he was pretty plain-spoken.
This was on my mind yesterday when in chapel at Taylor University Fort Wayne we sang "All the Earth Will Sing Your Praises" by Paul Baloche. The lyrics include:
You said in three days You would rise
You did You're alive
You rule You reign
You said You're coming back again
I know You will
And all the earth will sing Your praises
And all the earth will sing Your praises
In yet another "oh duh" moment, singing those words I realized that if Jesus accurately predicted in detail His death and resurrection, then He is trustworthy to have correctly foretold His return to earth:
"Don't let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father's home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am."
- John 14:1-3 (NLT)
The realization that Jesus batted 1.000 in His first prophecy was a huge encouragement to have confidence that He also will bat 1.000 with regard to His promise to come back to receive His people . . . even if it takes two thousand years . . . or more.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
God Invents Sarcasm
Where does light come from,
and where does darkness go?
Can you take each to its home?
Do you know how to get there?
But of course you know all this!
For you were born before it was all created,
and you are so very experienced!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Quote of the Week
“In the end we retain from our studies only that which we practically apply.”
- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Help the Boys Out
The URL for the video is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGRx-xk2bU0.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Advice for the President, a Wii and Fazoli's Pizza

Jeannette was out of town for a week, visiting her mother in Oregon along with MelodyJoy. The boys were stuck at home with me and, for the most part, it went very well. The day before Jeannette was to return, though, Jameson and I had a major problem. Without going into too much detail, he did not want to do a particular homework assignment . . . he hates essays . . . this one was to be a letter of advice to the president of the United States.

I gave him about fifteen ideas (yes, seriously) to help him get started. None of them involved lowering gas prices. I took away his computer privileges for the next day. I gave him some time. I took away his Wii privileges for the next day. I offered to start the essay myself, writing part of the first sentence to get him started. I packed up his precious Lego blocks, all 44,532 of them. Finally, I just let him go to bed, but I told him that if he cranked the essay out before breakfast the next morning, I'd reconsider taking away all three of these favorite activities. I wanted so badly for him to just get this thing done and get back on track.
The next morning, I reminded him about the essay but by the time I left for work he hadn't touched it. To make a long story only semi-long, when I came home from work, I learned that he finished the essay during recess and turned it in late. However, he was not interested in telling me what the essay said, which led me to conclude it probably was not his best work. He was, however, interested in finding out which privilege he was getting back. Um, no . . . that was not our deal. Oh my! You would have thought that I'd just sentenced him to five years at hard labor! The mourning went on so long that I finally told him that I was going to make him a PB&J for dinner while the rest of us went to Fazoli's.
Up the stairs he went. From outside his closed door, I could hear him cursing me up and down. Okay, he didn't curse but if he knew how to, he would have. He was so mad! I tried not to laugh. Finally, when I heard noises that I thought might be either destructive or painful, I went in. "Pretty mad, huh?"
Jameson settled right down. I put my arm around him. After a minute or two, he said he was sorry for his behavior and that the essay probably was "kind of mediocre really." I told him he could come with us to Fazoli's, but the Legos, computer and Wii would remain in time-out for the day, and he accepted that.
Jameson was, quite honestly, horrible throughout the episode. He was disobedient, rude, rebellious. He would not listen to any of the options I presented, and I was working very hard to be flexible with him. Yet I was so anxious to forgive him. The minute he expressed some remorse, some change of attitude, I immediately forgave him and rewarded him in some small way.
So what's the point of this story? Today in chapel at TUFW--a chapel service that, by the way, may have been the most powerful one of all the college chapels I've attended since 1978--we were worshipping and I reflected on this whole affair. And it occurred to me that this is how our Heavenly Father feels toward us. He is so eager for us to come to Him that when we turn our backs on our sin and stubbornness, He immediately welcomes us and forgives us. He doesn't hold it over our heads. There may still be consequences . . . we may not get our Wii back . . . but we have His forgiveness. It convicted me about my own reluctance to seek forgiveness from God and I realized how much it pains Him to wait for me to come around, and how happy He probably is when this prodigal child of His does finally figure things out.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
They Shall Walk and Not Faint
Anyway, I have been feeling pretty dry and cold (spiritually, but maybe even in other ways, too) lately. The fact that God has not poured amazing miracles out on Taylor University Fort Wayne despite our hard work and conviction that He has given us a vision and calling that He will bless h
as sometimes made me fearful that I’m like Jonah in that storm-tossed boat . . . Once Jonah was tossed overboard, the seas calmed down and the sailors were safe. I don’t want to be the factor that is holding back TUFW from smooth sailing.
Even youths will faint and be weary
And the young will fall exhausted;
But those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength,
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.
Sometimes you will mount up and soar on wings of eagles. This is a beautiful picture. Ornithologists say birds have three methods of flight. The first is flapping—keeping their wings in constant motion to counteract gravity. Hummingbirds can flap up to seventy times per second. Flapping keeps you up in the air, but it is a lot of work. Flapping is an awkward, clumsy business. I spend a lot of time flapping around. It gets me from here to there, but there is not a lot of grace involved.
Then there is the third way—soaring. Only a few birds, like eagles are capable of this. Eagles' wings are so strong that they are capable of catching rising currents of warm air—thermal winds that go straight up from the earth—and without moving a feather can soar up to great heights. Eagles have been clocked at up to 80 m.p.h. without flapping at all. They just soar on invisible columns of rising air.
Sometimes in your life you will be in an era of spiritual soaring. Maybe you are there right now. You find yourself simply borne up by God's power. You are out of the boat. God is answering prayer with extravagant generosity, using you in ways that leave you astonished, giving you power to rise above temptation and sin, making you surprisingly productive in your life's work, and flooding you with strength and wisdom beyond your ability.
But there is another line in Isaiah's description. Sometimes we are not soaring, but we are able to run and not grow weary. If this is where you are, your life isn't feeling effortless. You do not see a lot of miracles. You have to do some flapping. But with persistence and determination, you know you are running the race. You feel frustration, but you also feel God's pleasure in your obedience. You need to keep running - faithfully obeying, serving, giving, and praying. Do not try to manufacture spiritual ecstasy. Do not compare yourself with someone who is soaring right now. Your time will come. Just keep running.
. . . . We have some very fast runners in our world. We have some eagles that soar much higher than we can see. It is a hard thing to be a walker when you are surrounded by racers and eagles. But sometimes walking is the best we can offer God. He understands all about that. Walking counts, too.
Now it is just a matter of time.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
It Could Be Worse

Other than some chillingly cold temperatures a few weeks ago, this really hasn't been a terrible winter here in Fort Wayne. In any case, news of the heavy snowfall in Klamath Falls has made it much easier to deal with the winter weather we've faced. This photo is from the local paper back in Oregon. Like Klamath Falls, we are probably still a couple of months away from nicer weather.
Last night we had rain and thunder storms and temperatures in the upper 50's, so when we awoke this morning almost all of our 6+ inches of snow was gone. The colder temperatures return tomorrow.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Quote of the Week
“Several of the students I interviewed mentioned the ‘walk of shame,’ which refers to a college student, usually female, walking home the next morning after a hookup encounter in the same outfit he/she was wearing the evening prior.
Given that students dress differently for ‘going out’ at night than during the daytime, it is obvious to onlookers when a student is doing the walk of shame. One of many interesting things about this phrase is that students use the word ‘shame’ at all. If students accept hooking up and believe that ‘everybody’s doing it,’ then why do they use the term shame when referencing a hookup encounter? I think that phrase actually underscores an important issue: Many students are struggling with the hookup system.”
Interview in Inside Higher Ed, 1/29/08

