Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Cabin Macho Stuff

Traditionally, things that happen annually for many years become tradition.  I'm hoping this thing becomes that: The Cabin Macho Guys Camp-out
This was the second time dad, the brother-in-laws (1 cuz included), and I spent a November night at "The Cabin" doing "Manly Stuff" like eating raw steak, spicy hot-sauce, and sardines.

 When dad cooks steak, you can always count on two things: The steak will be beyond excellent and it will be as rare as hens teeth.


It may become mandatory to bring a headlight for the midnight hike with guns so as we don't have any more close calls mistaking our own group for a pack of wild men.


This picture was taken at about 10:00 pm under a full moon.  The 5 second exposure makes it look like daylight and reminds me of this joke: A photon checks into a hotel and the barhop asks "Do you have any luggage?" The photon responds "Nope, I'm traveling light."  Find the delivery of it here.


Another night time day time photo.  The cabin looks nice bathed in moonlight!


Seven Christians walk into a cabin and begin playing poker.....could be the start of a joke.  My skill at poker is probably funnier than that joke would be.  Those pennies took off faster than a buck in rut.


Speaking of a buck in rut, this guy grabbed the bull by its horns and took a Louisiana Hot Sauce Sardine to the throat.  Didn't even flinch. 


This photo exists because my skills at poker are, by comparison, as good as a T-Rex in a sit-and-reach contest. First one out takes pictures.
Mr. Landis visited us during the week and joined the guys for our night at the cabin.  He's a swell guy so don't judge him wrongly just because he looks like a homeless college student.

All in all, it was an awesome evening and the boys and I can't forget to thank our lovely wives who slaved away in a climate controlled house with a plethora of children demanding their precious attention all evening.  Thanks for the time ladies and maybe someday you'll get some shopping in or pedicures or hair-dos or honey-dos done.





And here's another young buck taking the sardine challenge.




Sunday, October 6, 2013

Spiritual Heroes

Hero: (1)  a man admired for his achievements or noble qualities
Hero: (2) a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability 

 The morning of our trip had an almost mythological start!

On September 27th, John Piper spoke about C.S. Lewis at a Desiring God National Conference which also hosted the musical artist Shane and Shane.  I don't know if you'd be able to learn more about me in three hours over coffee than if you'd read and understood the significance (to me) of the previous sentence.  As far as heroes go (and I prefer the 2nd definition over the first) these three men are to me, almost mythological but definitely legendary.  That conference helped me further appreciate the fact that men though flawed, are definitely used by God in extraordinary ways when they give their great talents and focus to His design and purpose.


It wouldn't be right to miss out on Brit's Pub. We ate there in honor of C.S. Lewis.

C.S. Lewis became perhaps my first "dead" author hero when an older man at church suggested that "The Screwtape Letters" was a book every youth should read.  At 16, I wasn't at all interested in books, much less ones recommended by an adult!  However, when he mentioned that it was a conversation between two of satan's minions about how to corrupt a christian man, I was intrigued and checked it out.  This story became the first "Christian" book I ever finished within a year of starting.  Apart from the riveting dialogue, I found myself utterly exposed and convicted by the tricks the devils devised to corrupt their christian.  Almost every chapter struck my heart with the fact that like the christian in the demons' sights, I too was falling prey to many such schemes.  Perhaps the most popular quote from this book awoke me to the danger of small sins:
"The safest road to Hell is the gradual one — the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts."

This and many other such warnings and admonitions from one devil to another launched me into feeding frenzy on Lewis.  Not only was my conscience and heart struck by the content, but my mind and heart were lit up with wonder at how a man could write so well through the voice of a character that was well expressed and entertaining to read.  Lewis carried me through High School to College, where I found a hunger for deeper and meatier spiritual issues.  A good friend (almost a hero too) took me and a group of college students to hear some lectures by a man named Paul Washer. (He started HeartCry Missionary Society)  It was a good thing I had no idea who he was because people don't really sign up with excitement to hear a "fire and brimstone" preacher, which he seemed immediately to be.  However, despite the delivery most people don't enjoy, his content was deep and meaningful.  This was my first exposure, denial, and acceptance of the reformed doctrine, often-times called Calvinism.  Shock, astonishment, and then amazement came over me when I heard that unlike humans, God gave no course of salvation for the fallen angels.  They were to be forever lost and suffer eternal punishment.  We however, had been shown grace.  This was God's prerogative, not our right! This, and many other eternal truths were expounded in such a serious and concrete way that I found my hunger being satisfied.  One of his final pieces of advice to us was to read through the bible, cover to cover, and keep a journal of ANY questions you have, great or small in significance.  Then, listen to sermons by John Piper or John MacArthur and read books that have been considered classics for a long time, not just the new popular ones.  This was the beginning of my second conversion, to that of a biblical life as explained by reformed theology.

John Piper speaking about C.S. Lewis at the Desiring God Conference

Through Paul Washer's recommendation, I began an ongoing relationship with John Piper through his sermons, books, and online discussions.  I found his passion for the supremacy of God intoxicating, his preaching convicting, and his strong personality riveting.  As a new believer in reformed theology, I had so many questions that he helped answer through the Old and New Testaments, and many times the answer was: "For the glory of God"  This has become my helpful, comforting, encouraging, and delightful answer to many of life's challenges.  To know that God does all things for his own glory, and our conversion and salvation is essential to that, gives me great hope and joy in God.
Thus, C.S. Lewis and John Piper have become the most read authors in my life.  One awakened my imagination and mind to the reality of God, and the other awakened my mind and heart to the glory of God.  Shane and Shane put both realities to music.
Shane, Shane, and Joey.

Shane Barnard and Shane Everett have been singing/playing together since 2001, which is when I first heard of them.  College students are known for listening to weird music, and I suppose theirs was no exception.  Powerful vocals with almost unlimited ranges coupled with guitar strumming that seems inhumanly fast created an interesting palate on which they could compose and express scripture in beautifully poetic ways.  I still to this day haven't heard a song of theirs on the radio, but my music library is almost complete with every song they've written so I don't go long without hearing their songs.  Perhaps the most astonishing thing to me, is their lyrics are so well written, it feels like you're reading Lewis or Piper in three and a half minutes.  You experience deep, meaningful theology mixed with imaginative composition and rhyme schemes that communicate scripture straight to your heart.  I am indeed a fan, yet perhaps to no other artist do I owe such a great spiritual debt for the way their music returns my heart to the Lord. Check out this version of Psalm 145 to get a taste of vintage Shane and Shane.
 Shane Barnard (Playing a custom made guitar!)

To say that this conference was encouraging would be highly accurate.  Yet more than that, it was an opportunity to give a sacrifice of thanksgiving to God for these heroes in my life.  None of them are perfect or worthy of worship, yet God put in each of them something that overflowed their own cups into mine and many others that in turn, turned us back to God.  To God Be The Glory. 2 Cor. 4:15














The following are random pictures for the family!


 I-35 through Missouri, Iowa, and Minnesota.  No construction until the last 40 miles!

 The Mrs. and I arriving (almost late) to the first session in Minneapolis, MN.
 Due to the unexpected construction, we were able to enjoy the conference center food.  Dunn Brothers Coffee company. 
 Getting ready for our first session.  The convention center was pretty cool too!

 Blurry picture, but it always amazes me that Piper takes time to shake hands, do photographs, and listen to people after 50 minutes of speaking.  There were a lot of people in that line.

There were a lot of big churches downtown.
Doug Wilson.  I'd never heard of him but he gave a very good talk on Lewis' theology.

 Outside view of the convention center.

 Some very interesting and symmetrical patterns on the ceiling of the exhibit hall.

 Lunch the day of the C.S. Lewis conference:  Fish and Chips (and yes, a Guinness).
 We made friends waiting in line at Britt's Pub, and decided to join each other for lunch.  We really enjoyed the fellowship of Joseph and Julie.
 Another beautiful church downtown.

 Somehow we ended up here.  (Mall of America)

 It was so huge they could put a ferris-wheel inside.

 The convention center wasn't packed, but it did seem like a great turnout.  Another picture showing how beautiful the center was.
 Last picture in downtown Minneapolis.  We had a wonderful time even with the cool rain that fell most of the day Friday.
 This was on the way home.  Saw it and immediately thought of my 4 year old so this is for Gabe!


Monday, August 12, 2013

Summer's End

Teachers enjoy the liberty of having 2 months off every work year.  Activities like family trips, home improvements or an extra job are commonplace among us during this time, but one thing is certain: August 1st beckons us back to our classrooms and the teacher-like mentality most of us have put on hiatus for June and July.  I've had a little longer mental break from teaching this summer than most, and while I had a few visual flashbacks at the city pool, most of my summer has been teacher-free.  While I love my job and the people I work with and for, summer is a special time for family activities in our household.  Here are a few captioned snapshots of what a teacher's summer might look like from our life.



Father's Abilene Tennis Super Open.  Or as Mr. Manning like's to put it: FATSO tourney.
 
  
My reward for playing 4 hours of tennis in old shoes.  As a side note, I would have tried putting the dead skin in a pop machine to see if it was worth anything, but then where would my souvenir gone?


Summer means "Fishing" which means "Worms" which means "Really cute faces on kids"

"Fishing" usually means catching fish.  Unfortunately, this was about all that was catch-able that day.


I love taking the boys "fishing" which really should be called "Keep-away from the hooks!"

We found a dead dog this summer.  He'd been dead a looooong time. Nothing sparks the interest and imagination of a little boy (and big ones?) like a dead, mummified thing in a barn.

Conveniently for Americans, the 4th of July happens over the summer.  Wouldn't that stink if it had been during the winter?  Those founding Father's new what they were doing waiting around until July.

Abilene allows the locals to discharge large quantities of grade A explosives giving you a new appreciation of what it might be like to live in a warzone.  This pic may look like a terrorist attack, but it's all about context: Blowing up stuff near a pile of grain is just fun in Abilene.

My genius wife +Emily Engle had the idea of visiting as many state parks as possible this summer.  We notched 5 on our belts this year and Milford is a great one that's close.  We had a blast checking out a variety of parks.

You might see a pile of feces.  Or you might see a swarm of feces loving flies.  I see a magnificent green color created by God.  It's all about perspective!


 On one of those State Park visits, we "Buckled down" and paid a little extra for the comfort of a shack-abin. It was pretty tiny but awesome.

Summer means a lot of swimming.  This beach was perfect for the whole family. Too bad the next morning it was covered in green/blue algae.  It's been about a month since that swim and we haven't grown any new limbs yet.

Summer means staying up late.  And fishing.  And star-gazing.  Truly "The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork." Psalm 19:1

Taking God's palette of nature and adding my own weird creativity.

Summer means seeing animals.  Summer also apparently means being watched by crazy googly-eyed hawks!

Summer means frozen Popsicles!

This summer will be remembered for #Rain.  Lots of rain.  We were definitely blessed with rain after a very dry summer previous.

When there's rain, there's....Waterfights!

I don't know why but this picture makes me laugh.  Maybe because it's the antithesis of these pictures; which seem so tough and manly.  Watch out for the Mafia Cat Boys!

State Parks have a lot of geese!  I may or may not have encouraged my son to chase them.

So many beautiful cool nights this summer.

Summer means riding on boats.

Summer means butterflies.

More rain!  They're pretending to be ducks.

Puddle jumping has to be one of those activities kids love almost as much as their parents don't. 

All the moisture made the ground think it was spring again.  Weird seeing these things in July/August.

Summer means parades with friends!

Is the re-occurrence of water pictures getting annoying? Water was everywhere and we were thankful, but maybe a little ready for some sun and heat too.

Summer means the county fair and talent shows.  +Emily Engle  took 1st place in Abilene!  She won a bucket of car-care products.  I was so happy......for her I mean.

Summer means camping with family.  Mom and the kids.

Summer means Thomas K.'s birthday! +Shannon Keltner 

Camping and Birthday's are a good combo.

Summer means playing glow-in-the-dark-frisbee.

Summer means eating breakfast outside.

Summer means eating lunch outside.

I'm not exactly sure what +Lance Powell is doing but I'm pretty sure he's hailing a new era of awesome shirtless-ness and finding disc-golf discs at Tuttle.

Summer means eating supper outside.  #Steak

Summer means lots of family time. +Rachel Powell 

 Another cabin camping experience.  Not bragging, but that was one good breakfast right there.

Summer means 1/2 marathon relays with my wife.  

Summer means watching dad still show everyone up at skiing slalom.

Summer means family and boat time.

Maybe one of my proudest moments of the summer.  My 4yo son loved skiing with me.  Couldn't believe it!

 Summer means finally catching some real fish, even if it was the last day of summer!