Post Birthday Blues (a.k.a. "People Will Be People")

Thankfully, the birthday hype is over! All in all, Monday, July 27, 2009 passed with little fanfare. The baseball game we attended was fun and the Minnesota Twins won! Life goes on and the next truly siginificant birthday event will not occur for another 25 years. In the meantime, I return to everyday life. That is the subject of this blog posting.

I begin by posing the question, "Do we set ourselves up for disappointment if we expect someone to make an honest effort to modify their behavior?" This question is solely based on my experiences as a father, brother, pastor, apartment manager, corporate IT manager, co-worker and significant other. It seems as though I have the accumulation of a half-century of experiences upon which to formulate my question.

In many of those areas of experience or expertise, if you will, the underlying force is complete lack of respect. Lack of respect comes in many forms and wears many faces. There is, of course, lack of respect for those in authority - parents, supervisors, managers, police and government. Usually such a lack of respect is founded upon a lack of respect for oneself. "Because I have absolutely no self-respect for myself, I will not respect you or anything that you consider important."

Another area of concern which I have encountered repeatedly is "absence of the truth". Unfortunately, this occurs in all types of relationships from business to family to personal relationships. Based on fear, all sorts of wild stories and excuses are presented as reasoning behind the failure to be open and honest. Mostly, these types of events are based on fear. For example, individuals fear retribution at work so they overlook employee misconduct or make up excuses for their own performance failures. In family relationships, there is a fear of rejection or anger by another family member. I will be so bold as to say that much of corporate America is built and continues to operate based on lies and deception.

Here I am reminded of the admonition and promise presented in the New Testament Gospel according to John. "Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God." [John 3:20-21 NIV] I find comfort and confidence in the words written in the first chapter of this same book. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it." [John 1:1-4 NIV]

In conclusion then, "the world is the world" and "people will be people". The prophet Malachi offers comfort and reassurance by reminding me that " 'I the LORD do not change'.... says the LORD Almighty." [Malachi 3:6a; 7c NIV] No matter what we face in this world, there is one constant. In the words of the great reformer, Martin Luther, "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God"!

~ DB Turnmire

Just Another Day! (Blog #50)

Today marks the end of my blog writing project. This blog post marks my goal of 50 new blog posts by July 27, 2009. Happily, I have been able to write reasonably creative, inspirational and motivational blog posts. Of course, as you all know by now, today is my 50th birthday.

Such a milestone event may be celebrated in many ways. Some will prefer to celebrate by themselves with no one to remind them that they have actually reached this age. Others will yearn for a big party during which they will be able to forget the reason for the party event. Still others among us would prefer a quiet social event with our close family. This could include dinner at home or a fine restaurant, a backyard barbecue, a movie with expensive theater snacks, a camping or fishing trip or a vacation getaway to a tropical location, to name just a few of the ways to celebrate a 50th birthday.

I find there is always an inner struggle between what is practical, what is desirable and my desire for quiet reflection on the anniversaries of important events such as my birthday. From the days of my youth, I remember being asked on my birthday if "I felt a year older". My answer was always "No, not really!" That would still be my answer today. After all, as we have already discussed in the course of these blog posts, on the anniversary of your birth, you have already the number of years you are celebrating. Therefore, in reality, this is just another day.

Earlier today, I posed the question, "What do I do now?" One friend responded something like this: "Figure out what to do with the second half of your life. Just remember to have some fun." Those words are sound advice for any day we are able to live and breathe becomes the first day of the rest of our lives. Even more so, on a big day like a 50th birthday, when today is definitely the first day of another period in my life (possibly the second half of my life).

Here I am, fifty years old today. Old Testament levitical law required honor be shown to older people. " 'Rise in the presence of the aged, show respect for the elderly and revere your God. I am the LORD.' " [Leviticus 19:32 NIV] It seems as though the verse loses something in the modern translation. In the King James Version, often more poetic in translation, the verse reads as follows: "Thou shalt rise up before the hoary (having gray or white hair) head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God: I am the LORD." [Leviticus 19:32 KJV] Again, the Book of Proverbs declares "Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained by a righteous life." [Provers 16:31 NIV] I am sure that I have earned every one of the gray hairs which I proudly keep shaved off.

Today is today; tomorrow is another day. Soon today will be but a faded memory. On this day, I know that I made it to 50 and I was able to complete my goal of 50 blogs. Hope to see you soon!

~ DB Turnmire

Blog First, Book To Follow? (Blog #49)

For several years now, I have been encouraged by a few close loved ones and friends to put my writing skills to use by writing a book. My response has almost always been, "I don't think I would be able to write a book." Then I started writing a blog. Recently, it occurred to me that the amount of effort put into consistently writing a blog would eventually translate into the amount of work required to write a book. Having said that (actually written the words), it also occurs to me that there are a few other questions that would need to be answered before undertaking a project like writing my own book.

Among the first questions to be answered would be "What is the subject matter?" Furthermore, "What type of book would I write?" Will I write an autobiography? If so, who will read it. Should I write a work of fiction instead? Is there an audience for that type of work? Better yet, would it be most prudent to publish a book of poetry? Since I am well on the way with the number of unpublished poems which I have written in the past eight years, that choice would seem to a logical one.

These are all great questions to ponder. Then again, considering my background and education, something in the religious realm would not be out of the question either. At this juncture, I will find it prudent to rely on my faith and seek guidance from my Creator. One of the favorite books to study from the Bible, at least for me, is the Book of Proverbs. From the onset, the writer (possibly Solomon) provides us with incomparable wisdom like the following verses.

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight."

[Proverbs 1:5-6 NIV]

"Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path." [Psalm 119:105 NIV]

Guide me, O Lord, in the path You have set before me. In all that I say and do throughout my life, may You receive the glory. Amen.

~ DB Turnmire

48 Hours (Blog #48)

It is now less than 48 hours until the moment that we have been leading up to these past few weeks. The culmination of the past 48 blog posts, including this one, will be here and then, in an instant, it will become just a memory. At 8:37pm on Monday, July 27, 2009, I will mark 50 years of life here on planet earth. As if you didn't already know that!

48 hours is a relatively short period of time. In fact, two twenty-four hour periods we call days. By air, one can travel thousands of miles within 48 hours. Even by car, bus or train, you can travel fairly long distances. I have completed a few round trips from Dallas to Minnesota and back to Dallas in less than 48 hours. As my children are able to attest, more than one of those trips included a fair amount of excitement.

Someone close to me has pointed out that at the moment I will celebrate the 50th anniversary of my birthday, I will have already lived 50 years. That point has been duly noted and is certainly correct. The 50th moment of any one's birth takes place when they have completed 49 years here on earth. So, in fact, when we have determined that an individual is 50 years old, that person is actually observing the 51st occurrence of that birth moment. Now, it becomes so confusing to keep all of this straight.

I am sure everyone, including me, is just waiting for July 28, 2009. Thankfully, I will only celebrate this milestone once in a lifetime. No matter where I find myself in the days, weeks, months or years ahead, I will be confident in the promises of God. He reminds me, "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go." [Joshua 1:9 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

Setting Priorities (Blog #47)

Whenever there is a transition in one's life, it is imperative that one sets priorities and establish goals for the next year, the next decade, or the next phase in your life. Over time, as our life circumstances change, those priorities and goals we set for ourselves are likely to change as well. What may have seemed important to us as recently as the last year may not be as critical as we once thought.

For someone who is totally consumed with their job or career, that may be the most important focal point or priority. Perhaps as circumstance change, such as health issues or family concerns, the benefits an employer offers or time off considerations may take precedence over other priorities. Then again, it may even be a matter of the better company to work for than a higher dollar compensation. Obviously, other work related factors to be considered would be the hours required and the travel time required to commute both to and from the prospective position.

Changes to other priorities and goals may reflect our needs and desires regarding housing, family, friends, church and other social activities. As we change, our priorities regarding these, among other things, will hopefully change to reflect our life situation. I, personally, am finding more of a need to be connected to family and friends with the passage of time in my life. I am also certain that in the years ahead, my priorities and goals will continue to change along with other life changes. However, despite how my earthly goals may change along the way, there is one goal which never changes. The apostle Peter expresses that constant goal elegantly in his first letter.

"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade—kept in heaven for you, who through faith are shielded by God's power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls." [1 Peter 1:3-9 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

Time For a Reality Check (Blog #46)

From the onset, I will apologize for any offense which some may take after reading this blog post. It has always seemed to me that we live in a society hell bent on revising history to suit their needs or spinning historical events as support for a current cause. There is an email with very moving text and touching pictures that has been circulated for many months by now. It pleads with people to speak up for the ACLU is moving to remove God from our lives. Of course, the email begins by reminding people that the United States of America was founded as a nation "under God". Oh really? Perhaps it is time for a reality check.

First, let's revisit the Declaration of Independence. The first paragraph speaks about the entitlement of a nation to form a government based upon the laws and nature of God. This would be a direct reference to Romans, chapter 13, which we will visit a short time later in this blog post. By no means does that reference indicate that the founders, all of whom were not "Christian" as some would like to assume, were pledging allegiance to God or setting up a holy nation. After all, the original settlers came to these shores in part for religious freedom, not to set up a government religion.

The first two sentences of the second paragraph of the Declaration of Independence contain the following words. "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed." Dare we forget that the only individuals receiving rights under the new government were "free white men"? Here again, the only reference to God refers to the Creator who endows us with certain inherent and unalienable rights.

A final reference to a Divine being appears in the last sentence of the Declaration which speaks of a reliance on Divine Providence for protection. This is as generic as referring to a High Power in a recovery program. There is no indication that the founders of our nation intended to or expected to establish a state church.

Next, a review of the original articles of the Constitution of the United States indicated no references to God, divine authority or other influence on the governance of our nation. Our Consititution was drafted and adopted to set forth procedures for operating the government, for electing officials and representatives, and for establishing methods of supporting the newly formed government. The only indirect reference to God was the use of "the year of our Lord" (Anno Domini) to indicate the adoption of the Constitution in 1787.

Finally, what many people get worked up about is the Pledge of Allegiance and the phrase "one nation under God". I believe this may have been addressed in an earlier blog but we will do well to rehearse historical events in this context. Were you aware that "The Pledge was originally written in [August 1892] by Francis Bellamy (1855-1931). He was an American, a Baptist minister, and an active Socialist. He included some of the concepts of his first cousin, Edward Bellamy, who wrote a number of socialist utopian novels, such as Looking Backward (1888) and Equality (1897). In its original form, it read: 'I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.' " [Taken from The U.S. Pledge of Allegiance, Copyright © 2002 to 2008 by Ontario Consultants on Religious Tolerance]

By 1924, the words "to the flag of the United States of America" had been added to Bellamy's original wording, despite his objections. Therefore, from 1924 to 1954, the pledge was simply as follows: "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands; one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." It was not until 1954, in the midst of Gene McCarthy's crusade to label people as communists, that Congress passed a bill which added the words "under God" so the pledge now read: "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands; one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." Again, despite well meaning groups' persistent attempts and outcries, the pledge of allegiance is not a prayer nor was it ever intended to be such.

In summary then, the United States of America was not really founded as "a nation under God". Perhaps instead of insisting that prayer returns to schools, the churches in America would do well to expand their own programs of education. When the Amana colonies were founded in Iowa, children attended the public school five days a week year round. They also attended school every Saturday (all day) which was held at one of the Amana churches. The Amana church was responsible for the religious training of the children and we know that the Amana colonies thrive today based upon their original foundations.

One last thing to consider. We claim to live in a democracy. A lot of fuss is made over the pledge of allegiance, both what to say and who should say it. Going forward, remember that the pledge was written by a socialist and the words "under God" were added, in part, in the midst of a crusade to root out communism, even where it never existed. It is probably high time that we focus on strengthening this nation through our actions instead of just empty words and sentimental emails. I decided to close this out with the words of Paul to the Christians in Rome, where he explains to them the purpose and intention of government. Please remember that this is New Testament scripture and not one of the founding documents for our nation.

"Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and he will commend you. For he is God's servant to do you good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing. He is God's servant, an agent of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer. Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also because of conscience. This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God's servants, who give their full time to governing. Give everyone what you owe him: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor." [Romans 13:1-7 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

Almost Born in A Barn! (Blog #45)

More than a few times as I was growing up on the farm, I heard someone say to me, "Close the door! Were you born in a barn?" Well, I wasn't quite born in a barn. Even though the story is exciting, I am not sure it was even close. However, as I continue to reflect, it seems like an appropriate story for this blog post.

Numerous times, the events of that day almost 50 years ago have been recounted to me. While I don't presently recall the weather conditions of that late July day as they have been recounted, several of the other events are firmly entrenched in my memory from being told during my formative years. There is a barn in this story and cows too!

Apparently our neighbors' dairy cows had gotten out of their fenced pasture and he came over recruiting assistance rounding them up and herding them to the proper location. It would seem as though my father and several of my sisters had gone to assist, leaving my mother and one or more of my sisters to get started with milking our family dairy herd. Growing up, nearly all of our neighbors were dairy farmers. Cows getting out of a fenced area or pasture was not that uncommon in that day and more than once, our own herd had breached the pasture fence or managed to work the gate open and take off for the neighbors' corn or hay fields. Might I also add that many pasture fences were of less than top quality during my youth.

In any event, it was during the evening milking that my mother went into labor. Nine months pregnant, my mother was in the dairy barn milking cows. Somehow, my father was summoned or returned home and proceeded to take my mother to the Owatonna Hospital where I was born. Since my birth is recorded at 8:37pm and our farm was approximately 30 minutes from Owatonna under normal circumstances, it would seem that there was not a lot of time wasted that evening. Growing up, we typically started the evening milking about 5:30pm. As you can see, we were working with a very tight time window.

What would have happened had my father not been able to get my mother to the hospital? Well, it is not likely that I would been born in the barn. Surely, my sisters would have helped mother back into the house. I wasn't almost born in a barn but it makes for an exciting story nonetheless. Still, today I would respond to anyone who asked me if I was born in a barn, "No but almost!"

~ DB Turnmire

Random Kindness (Blog #44)

"The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law." [Galatians 5:22-23 NIV]

This New Testament Scripture verse came to mind the other day. Then someone was inspired to write a note, complimenting me in a most unexpected manner. Graciously, I wrote a thank you back to the individual but the incident has continued to impress me. Another human being went out of her was to express her comment and to inquire about the well being of another individual.

One of our modern tendencies, which has been around for years, is to focus on the negative, the sensational or whatever makes the loudest splash or grabs the biggest headline. Sure we have all heard of Oprah's efforts to inspire people to practice "random acts of kindness". Occasionally, our local news programs may even tell the story of someone who went out of his or her way to raise money for someone, to visit elderly people in nursing homes or collect food and clothing for a family in need. Why don't we, you and I, talk about it when someone does something nice for us?

Kindness is included as an element of the fruit of the Spirit. It can be as simple as listening to someone who needs to talk. From my experience, listening is one of the skills that we, with our busy lives, schedules and families, do not exercise enough. Interestingly enough, I have spent hours listening to others since I left active ministry. There have probably been more several times more hours of counseling provided outside of the professional ministry setting. Everyone appreciates it when someone actually takes the time and exercise the art of patient listening.

This discussion barely touches on random kindness. How can you get involved? What are you able to do to show random kindness to others? Who will be the recipient of your kindness? All of us have the ability; may we find the inspiration!

"Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you." [Colossians 3:12-13 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

Looking to the Past (Blog #43)

Whenever any of us takes a nostalgic trip down memory lane, we need to be careful not to gloss over the imperfections and transgressions of the past in an attempt to idolize the past and create an illusion of what was but is no longer. It is good to hold on to fond memories of another time in our lives. At the same time, to consistently long for what once was is to set oneself up for possible heartache and disappointment.

Most people, in one way or another, typically hope that our current situation and the future will be an improvement or a step forward in our lives compared to our past. The moment that you or I stop growing in this life is the moment we stop living. We may be breathing and functioning but are we really living? There is a danger of becoming so thoroughly entrenched in our past that we become stagnant and unable to moved forward in our lives.

As a Christian pastor, I encouraged believers not to lose focus of what lay ahead. "Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." [Philippians 3:12-14 NIV]

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him who have been called according to his purpose...

"What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?

"...No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." [Romans 8:28;31-35;37-39]

~ DB Turnmire

Much Ado About Nothing! (Blog #42)

Though far from the plotting and scheming of Shakespeare's play with the same title as this blog post, did you ever notice how some people have a tendency toward the dramatic? Even the simplest of affairs become major dramatic crises. Ordinary events become monumental and everyday actions bring about extraordinary reactions. Quite often, drama in our lives is brought about by a failure to communicate clearly and completely. This leads to misunderstanding and reactionary responses instead of calm, effective communication.

As somewhat of an outsider and a witness to these types of exchanges, I am disturbed and humored at the same time. Clearly what is being considered an urgent crisis is nothing of the sort. At the same time, there is frequently a complete lack of respect and consideration. Things are said in haste, anger boils and feelings are hurt. If the individuals are close to me, then my lack of willingness to intervene may be considered failure to show empathy or concern.

In the end, when all is said and done, the storm blows over and life goes on. However, it seems the ill feelings never completely subside and the next time around an even smaller issue may escalate into a huge ordeal. The human condition takes hold of us and keeps a tight grip on us along as we are reluctant to turn down a different path. It is easy to say that patience is a virtue or to claim understanding, but our words need to be accompanied by actions. The book of James reminds us that if we were able to keep our tongues in check, then we would be perfect. Since "we all stumble in many ways" [James 3:2a NIV], "in your anger do not sin. Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold." [Ephesians 4:26-27 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

One Week to Go! (Blog #41)

By this time, the most astute of blog readers will have figured out that July 27, 2009 means another birthday for the writer. Some among you will even know, through powers of deduction, that it is my 50th birthday. This golden event is supposed to be the first step on the path that leads to the "golden years" of life. However, a keen observer of society will note that the "golden years" are not always so golden!

Nevertheless, time marches on and one week from today at precisely 8:37pm, I will have been an individual presence on planet earth for exactly one half century. Fifty years seem like a long time when you are five or ten years old. Once you get here, however, the next 50 years will probably seem like a snap. My mother is approaching her 94th birthday in December and I cannot even begin to imagine what that must be like.

I am sure I will be inspired to write more about his upcoming event in my life. For now, there are seven (7) days to go and nine (9) more blog posts to reach my goal of fifty (50) new blog posts by my 50th birthday. To that end, I will leave you with a word of God from the prophet Isaiah.

" 'Listen to me, O house of Jacob,

all you who remain of the house of Israel,

you whom I have upheld since you were conceived,

and have carried since your birth.

'Even to your old age and gray hairs

I am he, I am he who will sustain you.

I have made you and I will carry you;

I will sustain you and I will rescue you.' "

[Isaiah 46:3-4 NIV]

~DB Turnmire

Keys, Checkbooks and Other Things (Blog #40)

Does anyone else having a problem misplacing items used everyday? For example, where did I put my keys, the checkbook or my cell phone? Oh, but the best thing for me is when I know I put an item away somewhere but then I cannot remember what drawer, which closet, which box or what nook or cranny I placed the thing. Someone close to me keeps reminding me that "if everything had its place, you would always know where to look for it". That usually rings true with tools, which I have "stored" in several different locations. And the one tool which I need at that moment is never in the right place!

Have you every spent a long time looking for something and then realized where it is or remembered where you put the item? You know, it's like the person who runs around looking for their sunglasses and then realizes that he moved them to the top of his head. Or the person who continues to look for his glasses even though he is wearing them.

Now there are those individuals with a penchant for misplacing things like bank debit cards because their lives are literally cluttered. Perhaps you have lived or worked with someone who always has a mess. Now, I can pack rat with the best of them but I strive for a sense of orderly accumulation. Some on the other hand, live or work among the piles and given enough time may actually find what they are looking for. There are a few rare exceptions that are able to function with the disorder and can retrieve something from the bottom of one of those piles in a matter of seconds.

There is a misinformed stream of theology in the world which talks about human beings finding God in their lives. God is not lost! He doesn't need to be found. We are the ones who are wandering around without direction, unable to find our way. Without God, we find ourselves underneath the piles of stuff called life. Just like Adam in the Garden of Eden, we are afraid to let God see the mess we make of our lives and so we attempt to hide. But the Almighty already knows our every move so hiding behind our makeshift fig leaves must seem silly to God.

"I will search for the lost and bring back the strays. I will bind up the injured and strengthen the weak, but the sleek and the strong I will destroy. I will shepherd the flock with justice." [Ezekiel 34:16 NIV]

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see!

~ DB Turnmire

Slow and Steady Wins the Race (Blog #39)

One of my favorite childhood stories is the story of "The Tortoise and the Hare". As I write that, it occurred to me that many of the younger generations may not even know what a "tortoise" or a "hare" is. The title seems to lose some of its meaning when you water it down to "The Turtle and the Rabbit". If we must, we must!

The basic premise of the story is a race between two of nature's creatures, a tortoise (or turtle) and a hare (or rabbit). At first, these two seem ill-matched for everyone knows that the rabbit can outpace the turtle. This race begins and the hare, as rabbits are prone to do, hops off to a big lead before the tortoise barely moves off the starting line. After awhile, the tortoise needs to refuel so stops to eat and take a nap (or something like that - you know how I like naps). Meanwhile the tortoise, who has paced himself, continues to make slow but steady progress and eventually passes the hare. When the hare realizes what has happened, he again hops off and the cycle repeats itself.

Now, this fable is intended to have a meaning for all the boys and girls who read or hear this story during their youth. The triumph comes at the end of the story when the slow but steady tortoise wins the race because the hare has expended too much energy sprinting ahead that his downfall is the need to stop and refuel frequently. When I have travelled on road trips, I have noticed this same phenomenon. The same cars pass me over and over again. Once in awhile, I pass them as they stop for fuel or food. Maybe the story of the tortoise and the hare still applies.

Looking back on this story, I can honestly thank my sixth grade teacher for tagging me with a nickname from this fable. I got the last laugh when I took a physical fitness class in college and received an "A". That was perhaps my proudest physical moment in life. Well, actually there have been others but none that made me feel better than that. In any event, slow and steady may always win the race!

Eight (8) days and eleven (11) blog posts to go...

~DB Turnmire

What I Love About Sunday (Blog #38)

There are songs about Sunday and songs appropriate for Sunday. There is a CD compilation of country songs which make up the "What I Love About Sunday" collection. Some people sing about their longing for Sunday the way it used to be. Others reminisce about family, friends and fried chicken on Sundays. I felt it appropriate that I too post a blog about my favorite Sunday memories and the things that I "love" about Sunday.

"This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." [Psalm 118:24 NIV]

One of the earliest things I remember and enjoyed about Sunday was that, at least for a morning, the work on the farm was set aside. Since we were dairy farmers, there was really no getting away from farm work. Unless there was a harvesting crisis or hay to be cut or baled, most Sundays found us on our way to church after the morning milking and chores. Of course, my earliest memories of church were of falling asleep during the long sermons. When I became a pastor later in life, I did my best to keep everyone's attention and was very good at spotting the dozers in the congregation.

After church, there was Sunday School. Whether I had prepared my lesson or not, I enjoyed being there because I was not at home working on the farm. When I learned that my parents and older siblings were having coffee at the local cafe after church, I was not so happy. More than once in awhile, I would be the recipient of a $.05 or $.10 cent bag of candy. This was a big deal back then because some of the candy was two for a penny and a roll of sweet tarts was only a penny in those days.

One of the events that I enjoyed about Sunday never wore off. The Sunday afternoon nap is one of my favorite memories about Sunday. Even as a pastor, Sunday afternoons were times to unwind and usually a nap was included. However, as a pastor, there were sometimes obligations or church events on Sunday afternoons which precluded my scheduled nap. Growing up on the farm, Sunday naps, especially in the wintertime, were a luxury to be cherished. Many farmers, just like the big old bears in the woods, would often sleep a lot during the winter and put on a few extra pounds. All of this to prepare them for the busy growing season ahead.

Most of all, the best thing about Sunday for me over the years was the Sunday morning worship service. The pipe organ, the choir, the congregational singing and the liturgy, or the piano, contemporary gospel anthems, a praise and worship team - all of these elements contributed to positive memories of Sunday worship. And like the farmers who rest in the winter to prepare for the season ahead, the Sunday service provided the refreshment needed for the week ahead.

That's what I love about Sunday!

~ DB Turnmire

The Countdown Continues (Blog #37)

As I continue this self-imposed rigorous schedule of blogging, I am reminded that had I not taken days off here and there I would likely be coasting to July 27, 2009 without worry. However, I did take almost a week off and then more recently, two days without a blog post. Alas, the end is in sight and the goal is well within reach.

This year seems to be filled with nostalgia, old memories and reconnecting with old friends, acquaintances and family members. Who would have thought that I, considered by some to be anti-social or even to have imposed self separation from certain family members, would find such pleasure and satisfaction in locating individuals who have crossed my path in the past.

In reflecting on the past, I am finding it easier to look forward to the future. There will be new opportunities, new challenges, new acquaintances and maybe even a few new friends along the way. Knowing this could make on fearful or fill one with joy and excitement. I find comfort and assurance in the words spoken to the prophet Jeremiah. " 'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.' " [Jeremiah 29:11 NIV]

"I can do everything through him who gives me strength." [Philippians 4:13]

Nine (9) days and 13 more blogs after this one to go!

~ DB Turnmire

When You're Feeling All Alone (Blog #36)

There is a song from Rodgers and Hammerstein's Carousel which became a standard for thousands of graduation ceremonies since the song was first introduced. Immediately, it came to mind as I considered a theme for this blog posting. "When you walk through a storm", You'll Never Walk Alone.

When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don't be afraid of the dark.

At the end of the storm Is a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of lark.

Walk on, through the wind

Walk on, through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone,

You'll never walk alone.

Sometimes, even though we are surrounded by well meaning people, it feels as though we are totally alone. During those times, we may despair, feeling that no one is really concerned or that everyone is against us. It is exactly at those times that we need to be assured that we are not alone in our struggles and daily battles of life. Even if all other human beings abandon us or forsake us, there is One who promises to be through it all. Not only did I remember the famous "graduation" song, I was also reminded of the promise of Psalm 121. This psalm is often read at funeral services for believers who depart in the Lord.

"I lift up my eyes to the hills—

where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,

the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—

He who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, He who watches over Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you—

the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,

nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm—

He will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going

both now and forevermore."

[Psalm 121 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

The Countdown Begins (Blog #35)

July 27, 2009 is quickly approaching. Ten (10) days and counting. Now because I took a couple days without a new blog post, there will undoubtedly be a mad scramble to post fifty (50) new blog posts by Monday, July 27, 2009. I find it interesting that July 27 falls on a Monday again fifty years after July 27, 1959. In an earlier blog post, we examined the way things were back then. Reflecting on the way things are compared to 1959 may be mind staggering.

Did you ever yourself with too many things on your mind and too many projects on your plate? It has a way of distorting your perception and your perspective. Sometimes, the distraction of things undone may even get in way of future accomplishments. What do you do when that happens? How do you regain your focus and get back on the right track?

It is at this point that I reminded of the apostle Paul's letter to the believers at Philippi. He wrote, "...I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength." [Philippians 4:11b-13 NIV]

10 days and 15 blog posts to go!

~ DB Turnmire

Christmas in July! (Blog #34)

Today is the 17th of July. At 4:00pm, the temperature is 61° Fahrenheit. This is the middle of summer, isn't it? Not that I mind getting out a flannel shirt and jeans for a day. The cool weather we have been experiencing here in the Minneapolis area reminds me of July 1990, at another place and time. That year found me living Gillette, Wyoming, where later in the month we were headed out for dinner. It had been rainy and cool all day and by the time we went to dinner, the temperature was in the mid-40s. Weather like that is a shock to the system, especially when earlier in the month we had topped out around 106° Fahrenheit. A sweater felt really nice on that particular evening.

Now back to 2009, the cooler weather reminded me of an almost yearly discussion about celebrating Christmas in July. Of course, this is one of those things that if often talked about never really acted upon. Reflecting upon the concept with more depth, perhaps we need an out of the ordinary celebration during the summer. Sure, summers are filled with local festivals, fireworks displays, county fairs and vacations. Maybe this could be an opportunity to focus on the true meaning of Christmas. After all, the liturgical church calendar calls these days "Ordinary Days". Most summers, just the thought of Christmas and the snow and colder temperatures that accompany the season would be a welcome relief to the heat of summer. This year has been pretty mild or even cool, so we haven't had a lot of heat to get us stirred up.

Can you imagine celebrating Christmas in July and not getting caught up in the stress of buying gifts, wrapping them or any of the other madness that typically is included with our average celebrations in the month of December? Houses could be decorated without freezing your fingers. Put up a tree if you wish, prepare a simple dinner, attend a church service and truly enjoy your friends and family with minimal anxiety. It sounds perfect to me. Maybe family members could actually get into the spirit of the holiday and sing a carol or two without moaning and groaning. Maybe we do need a little Christmas in July!

Haul out the holly;
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again.
Fill up the stocking,
I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now.
For we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet.
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute...

...Slice up the fruitcake;
It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough.
For we need a little music,
Need a little laughter,
Need a little singing
Ringing through the rafter,
And we need a little snappy
"Happy ever after,"
Need a little Christmas now.
Need a little Christmas now.

(Lyrics from "We Need a Little Christmas")

"So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn." [Luke 2:4-7 NIV]

~DB Turnmire

No ReDos in Life (Blog #33)

Have you at least once in your life wished that you could back to an earlier point in your life and do things over? You know, something in your life or some decision that you would like to change. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, such opportunities do not exist. Unlike a bad hairdo which might be redone to make it presentable, there is no way to gloss over our past to make it more palatable.

I, for one, think that it is a good thing that we cannot redo our life in the past. If we could, I can only imagine people going back time and time again to redo a certain point in life or an important decision hoping to get it right. Since, however, human beings have penchant for being dissatisfied, there would never be a resolution. Beyond that, if we were constantly changing things, we would never be who we are now. You and I are the result of our cumulative experiences in life, for better or worse.

What I am hoping for when all is said and done is to be able to echo the words of the apostle Paul in his second letter to Timothy. "For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time has come for my departure. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing." [2 Timothy 4:6-8 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

Predicting the Future (Blog #32)

Throughout the history of mankind, certain individuals and groups have set about to predict the future. Dates have been set over and over again for the end of time. More than one prophet has seen their predicted date come and go, while they stood around with "egg on their face". On one of the popular social networking sites, someone has posted a quiz to help you know the exact date of your death.

First of all, why would anyone want to live the rest of their lives knowing that on Saturday, September 5, 2020 life would come to an end? The apostle Paul, in his first letter to the Christians at Thessalonica, wrote "Now, brothers, about times and dates we do not need to write to you, for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night." [1 Thessalonians 5:1-2 NIV] Still, it seems that even people of faith become obsessed with end times and doomsday prophecies.

Going to back to the random quiz which alleges to predict the date of one's death, will anyone believe that by asking someone seven random questions and providing multiple choice answers, such a dire prediction could be determined? As we draw closer to the year 2012, many people are fascinated by Mayan prophecy which supposedly points to the end of the world as we know it in little more than three years. I will admit that I am curious to see the movie because I am interested in ancient civilizations and history more than expectant of what truths will be told and what possible terror may be unleashed.

I am encouraged by the continuing letter of Paul to the Thessalonians. "But you, brothers [and sisters], are not in darkness so that this day should surprise you like a thief. You are all sons of the light and sons of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. So then, let us not be like others, who are asleep, but let us be alert and self-controlled. For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night. But since we belong to the day, let us be self-controlled, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet. For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing." [1 Thessalonians 5:4-11 NIV]

"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. " [1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

What's Up With Number 13? (Blog #31)

What is it with the number 13 that some people consider it an unlucky number? You know, some hotels have been built over the years without a thirteenth floor. Then there are all those ridiculous "Friday the 13th" movies and all the usual hype about any month where the 13th falls on a Friday.

Now, if one were to ask me, I would say that the number 13 is not unlucky at all. Of course, I am not generally superstitious either. For example, if I go to the local bagel store and buy a baker's dozen, I am thrilled to receive that thirteenth bagel with the bundle. Don't forget that the United States of America began with 13 colonies. Who would every consider that to be an unlucky number of colonies for which to start a new country?

We could debate the whole notion of "luck" itself. What is luck? Is it a tiny little green leprechaun running around dispensing four leaf clovers to bring us luck? My preferred way of conveying wishes to someone who is about to undertake an important decision or life-changing activity would be to say "Blessings", "Best Wishes", or "I hope everything goes well for you".

Today, July 13, 2009, was a blessed day for Bill and me. We have received a reprieve from some of our fears and stresses. Without going into detail, we might say that prayers have been answered. James writes in his letter to remind us that "the prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective." [James 5:16b NIV] When God answers prayer in powerful ways, I am always amazed and thankful. "Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever." [Psalm 118:1 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

Is This Reality? (Blog #30)

Another season of the CBS reality show, "Big Brother", is underway. However, I would like to pose the question, "How real is the reality of this show?" After all, a group of twelve supposedly random individuals is gathered together in Los Angeles and placed in the "Big Brother House". But wait, the "Big Brother House" is not really a house at all. It is simply a set built on a sound stage. The backyard is not really a backyard but something simulated to resemble a real backyard.

How about the reality of putting twelve supposed strangers into a house to meet for the first time? If, in fact, these were twelve college age young adults moving into a dorm for the first time, it might be more believable. More often than not, we will find out at some point in time that two or more of the contestants have known each other prior to the show. Or, there is some twist to the game where the house "guests" pretend to be part of an alliance or click. The twist becomes to see who will go against a given alliance and betray his or her fellow group members.

In reality, is a TV show like this a "reality show"? How real is it anyway? Why do people of the 21st century in countries around the world crave this type of entertainment? Are we so unable to cope with the reality of our own lives that we must pretend or live vicariously through the "real lives" of a group of people on television?

~ DB Turnmire

Half a Century! (Blog #29)

Dwight David Eisenhower was president in 1959. That was a half century ago! Although, I certainly do not ever remember seeing one, the "Flip top" TV was obviously a hot thing on the market. Have you ever imagined what it would be like to go back in time and pay the prices for gas and other common items that were prevalent at that time?

Following are some of the average costs and values from 1959:

House: $30,000
Average income: $5,016
Ford car: $2,132-$3,979
Milk: $1.01
Gas: $.25
Bread $.20
Postage stamp: $.04
Brook Trout: $ .59
T-Bone steak: $1.09 lb.
Sirloin Tip Steaks: $.89 lb.
Nestles Quick 1 lb can: $.39

Tiny Tears doll: $9.88
Steve Canyon Jet Helmet: $2.88

The Viet Nam war started in 1959. Of course, the United States did not send combat troops to that "conflict" until 1965. Historians are familiar with the human toll in terms of U.S. soldiers and politicos will be familiar with the unrest that took place here on U.S. soil. Today, we are involved in two major war zones - Afghanistan and Iraq - and participate in peace keeping missions elsewhere. Some have been bold to call our current involvement around the world as "our own Viet Nam". Once again, there has been substantial human toll and anguish. In that regard, not much has changed in the last half century.

In the next couple of weeks, I will continue to take a look back at 1959 and the half century that has passed since then. Some may say it is not good to spend so much time reminiscing about the past. What's done is done and let's move on! To that I would have to respond, reflection on one's past is part of growing older. God knows every moment of our lives - the good, the bad and the ugly. He informed the prophet Jeremiah that he knew him before he was formed in his mother's womb. As God is able to know us then, He is certainly able to know the rest of our lives. Go ahead and reflect, remembering to give thanks for every moment and every day!

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~ DB Turnmire

A Moment in Time (Blog #28)

Today is the 18,246th day since my birth. When calculated out to a percentage, at this point in my life one day equals .00548 percent. Yes, that is less than six thousandths of a percent for each day which I have lived on planet earth. Of course, I don't even call myself old yet. Well, on the other hand, some days I do.

I had always heard it said that as you grow older, times passes more quickly. This is because as I have already demonstrated above that each day becomes a lesser percentage of your life. On my 18th birthday, each day of my life up to that point in time had been a much greater percentage of my existence. In fact, each day accounted for .0152 percent of my total lifespan which represents a percentage nearly three times the percentage for a 24-hour period now.

You may be asking yourself, "what difference does that make?" I would allege that it makes a great deal of difference on your perspective of life. As a child growing up on the farm, I remember that the summer days seemed to drag. Most summers, I longed for the end of summer so that I could return to school and see my classmates. Summer on our farm was filled with lots of hard work and fresh air. Longs days gave way to sultry nights in a house without air conditioning.

Nowadays, the hours seem to pass more quickly and one day blends into the next. Weeks come and go, months pass swiftly and a change of seasons seems constantly upon us. It is almost unbelievable that so much time has passed in my life. 18, 246 days to be exact! Now more than ever, it is critical for my generation to make the most of each day as it comes.

~ DB Turnmire

Cloudy Days (Blog #27)

I awoke early this morning to begin the day's routine. When I stepped outside with Reba, I quickly noticed the cloud cover which blanketed my little corner of planet earth. It was still and quiet and comforting. Not everyone likes cloudy days. Some prefer the bright sunshine every day. However, there is something to be said for a day in the middle of summer which becomes like a respite from the heated expectations of the season.

Many will readily admit that there is less energy on a cloudy day. Feelings of lethargy may overtake us. On the other hand, this may be a blessing in disguise. Cloudy days provide us with the opportunity to feel less pressure if only for a day. Sunshine in summertime means that we should be busy every waking moment of the day. After all, I live in Minnesota where we enjoy many months of winter and other dreary weather. In the summer, there is much to be done. Growing up on the farm, there was an old saying about "making hay while the sun shines". It still makes sense if you have a yard, flowers, a garden or other outside responsibilities.

This summer, we have often had very cloudy days and nights without the benefit of rain. Yesterday afternoon, the cloudy sky became dark and threatening. It looked like the heavens should open and pour down the rain. Yet there was nothing except the wind. I mentioned to Bill that if this were a wet year, we would have received an inch of rain. This is not a wet year, although it is not as dry as the previous two years at our house. Later in the evening, a shower refreshed the landscape for a brief moment in time.

By the time I am posting this blog, the sun has broken through the clouds. The day is now bright and beautiful. I like cloudy days, just not every day!

~ DB Turnmire

Stereotypical Stereotyping (Blog #26)

If I were bold enough to make a statement like "all babies born with blue eyes and curly black hair will have a weight problem when they become adults", there would be a tremendous outcry to inform me such a statement is totally without foundation and ludicrous. Likewise, if I were to make an assertion that all short women with red hair are lesbians, I would likely receive a similar, yet perhaps lesser response.

The idea that labels are applied to groups of people with similar interests or characteristics is nothing new. It is human nature and certainly part of the American culture to stereotype individuals or groups of people based on religion, sexuality, gender, ethnicity, skin color, economic status, educational achievements and so on. There is probably an endless list of labels which we apply to one another.

What surprises me most is when individuals from one of the so-called oppressed groups are unable to see beyond their narrow scope and, in turn, apply labels to entire groups of people. No matter what your stance on same-sex marriage is, I cannot imagine anyone believing that all Christians or all Republicans are opposed to same-sex civil marriages. Those who are most outspoken are probably correct in stating that the debate over whether government allows civil marriages is a separate debate from the one that takes place within Christian churches or other religious institutions. However, let’s do a reality check here. Does anyone actually think they are going to convince me that all Democrats favor same-sex marriages anymore than all Republicans are opposed to them? Not even all gay couples are flocking from Minnesota to Iowa to get married and not all gay people are campaigning to legalize same-sex marriages.

Of course, there is validity to the argument that Christians need to look at their own issues such as crumbling families, addictions, divorces, child abuse and neglect, just to name a few. On the other hand, quoting the divorce rate for the heterosexual population and tying that to all Christians is about as informed as me, being a former farm boy and farmer, stating that there is no difference between growing corn and soybeans. What is the difference between the “gay community” attacking all Christians or Republicans and the likes of Fred Phelps and his family who run around pretending to be good Christians while they picket the funerals of soldiers who were killed in Iraq or Afghanistan?

"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye." [Matthew 7:1-5 NIV]

~ DB Turnmire

Half Way There (Blog #25)

It is obvious that one of these days I will need to write multiple blog posts if I am to get back on track with my plan to submit 50 blog posts from the date I started this writing campaign until July 27, 2009. Well, in any event, at least I am half way to the goal. There have been a couple of dry spells when I was unable to post to this blog. Barring any more writing droughts, I will have exactly 19 days to complete the remaining 25 blog posts to make 50 by my self-imposed deadline.

The thought occurred to me that I could take the easy road and use this forum to publish some of the poetry which I have written over the past several years. However, upon further review, I have decided that most of the poems are either a snapshot in time or written to speak to a specific person or situation. Therefore, they would be too personal to simply present in place of a thoughtfully written blog post.

In the meantime, I am reminded of the apostle Paul writing his letters to young Timothy. In the first letter, Paul urges the young pastor to "fight the good fight of faith" [1 Timothy 6:12a NIV] and to hold on to the promise of the Gospel. By the end of his second letter, Paul tells Timothy: "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." [2 Timothy 4:7 NIV] Paul's steadfast faith is set before the young pastor and all believers as an example.

You and I may not yet be at the end of our life's journey. We may be half way there or somewhere else along the path. Taking it one day at a time used to seem like a trite expression to me. Then one day, I realized that is all any of us are able to do. None of us knows the exact number of our days. That is true whether for faithful believers and non-believers alike. Whenever we undertake a project or set a goal and set out to accomplish it, the best we can hope for is to fulfill each day to the best of our ability.

Live each day to the fullest for it may be your last. Once tomorrow comes, today is but a memory we call "yesterday" and "tomorrow" becomes today. With that in mind, I hold on to the knowledge that "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." [Hebrews 13:8 NIV] He was there at the beginning of life and the beginning of this writing campaign. The good news is that He will be there at the end of both.

~ DB Turnmire

God Works in Mysterious Ways (Blog #24)

" 'For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,' declares the LORD. 'As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.' " [Isaiah 55:8 NIV]

In times like these, I am sure the old cliche "when God closes a door, He opens a window" is being thrown around like the Minnesota Twins throw around a baseball in warm ups before a game. Seriously, does anyone honestly think that really makes another person feel better when a door has just hit them on the back side? In retrospect, I should have asked anyone who told me that a few months ago, "how long do I have to wait for the window to be opened?" Or "how long should I expect to wander around out here before I can crawl back in through the window?" I am confident that God laughs at us when we try to put him in a box or place human parameters around his activity.

On the other hand, what I have found to be definitely true is that God works in mysterious ways, in His own ways at His own time and at times when we least expect His activity. The truth is, God doesn't think the way we think and his schedule doesn't follow our calendar or timetable. There is one cliche that may be appropriate for consideration. It goes like this - "be careful what you pray for because it just might come true." Some would say that if someone prayed for something, it must be what they really want to happen in their life. That may not be true.

Recent experience has confirmed while it may seem that people drift in and out of one's life for a season or several seasons, God obviously has a hand in the path and direction of our lives. Each of us travels through life confronted by opportunities and decisions. The best we can hope for may be that we choose wisely a majority of the time. Then again, where we end up in life will also depend on whether or not we relied solely on our knowledge and devices or if we have relied on the wisdom of God. "Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." [Proverbs 3:5-6 NIV]

Goodness knows the paths I have followed have not always been straight. There were times when the route of my life was circuitous and unnecessarily painful. One thing I was always certain of was the knowledge that God never left me. He is very much active and working wonders. As a result, only a couple of days ago, I was able to have a conversation with someone from a previous ministry situation whom I have not seen or spoken to for over nine years. The encounter was very much a surprise and an unexpected blessing. God does work in mysterious ways!

~ DB Turnmire

The Urge to Reconnect (Blog #23)

There seems to be something about advancing in years that stirs an inner desire to reconnect with one's past. I am quite certain that is not a revelation for many people but it seems quite strange coming from me. Over the past 30 years, I have returned to my hometown very few times. It never seemed like I had any reason to go back. Following graduation from high school, I drifted away from my classmates. I have not seen many of them since the day we graduated that Sunday after in May so many years ago.

Recently, for some reason which I do not fully understand, a curiosity has driven me to reach out and reconnect with individuals from the past. Of course, whenever you try to reestablish connections, there is always the possibility that it will not be well received. Still, it seems worth the risk. For so many years, it seemed unnecessary to be informed about these individuals' lives or welfare. Over time, I think you begin to realize the importance of the first years of your life and the people that might have been a part of it.

Whether your memories of elementary school and high school are positive or not, those experiences definitely have an influence on the rest of your life. It also happens to be true that over time, the negative memories hopefully fade or no longer seem to be as bad as they once were. Another factor that comes into play is the fact of our own mortality. We realize as we grow older that we are not invincible or indestructible as we perhaps thought we were during high school or youth in general.

Over the years I have missed a number of class reunions. Most of them I avoided on purpose because I was dissatisfied with my own life's achievements. It obviously did not occur to me that others were experiencing their own life struggles, disappointments, failures, rebounds, starting over and all of the other things that happen to human beings during the course of their lives. Reflecting back, I am the one who cheated myself out of the opportunities to stay in touch or reconnect over the years. My next class reunion should be in three years. I, for one, cannot wait to see my classmates who also feel the need to reconnect.

"But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day." [2 Peter 3:8 NIV]

Trashy People (Blog #22)

What a bold title for a blog post, don't you agree? At first glance, you may think that I am about to launch into some sort of scripted tirade about people who may be considered lower class due to economic standing, educational experience or manner of dress. It is even possible that your minds are wandering to families and individuals who, either by choice or circumstance, make their homes in "mobile homes" or "mobile home parks". Of course, in the vernacular, we call them "trailers" and possibly even stoop to calling the people themselves "trailer trash".

That is not the purpose or direction of this blog posting. Instead, I would like to address those individuals who find it acceptable to just throw their trash wherever they seem to be. Just this morning, I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a few things. The person behind me in line was making his way to his car as I proceeded to back out of the parking stall to leave the parking lot. Prior to entering his car with his purchase, a package of cigars, he unwrapped the cellophane and threw it to the ground. Then, to my amazement, he took the cigars out of the box (they were wrapped individually) and left the box laying on the ground beside his car and got into drive away. I was appalled and angry. This trashy person drove a nice car and was dressed nicely.

This morning's incident reminded me of a company I worked for while living in Dallas, Texas. It was amazing to me that some of the people who worked there did not see an issue with cleaning their vehicles out and leaving the trash laying in the parking lot, as if the trash fairy would suddenly swoop down and clean up the mess. Now considering that this was not a low income job and many of the employees drove SUVs, various models of Lexus and other nice cars, I was shocked the first time I saw all the garbage in the parking lot after work. I also remember that were strategically placed trash containers on either side of the entrance to the building.

Perhaps some brave soul will step up to the plate and inform me that my view of "trashy people" is somewhat skewed. I can't help but wonder if these people show such disrespect for public places and property owned by others, what other forms of disrespect do they show on a more personal level in their private lives. And life goes on!

~ DB Turnmire

Perhaps Silence Really Is Golden (Blog #21)

Have you ever found yourself an eyewitness observer to a situation that you were sure someone else should know about but decided it was easier not to say anything? Or have you ever decided that you would take the initiative and report a situation to a governmental agency and were, in reality, blown off by the agency which "should have cared" about the information you were giving them? Personally, I have found myself in both situations during the course of life.

In the first situation, choosing not to get involved or be concerned about something you know is wrong comes with a personal price tag. Unless someone has no conscience at all, there is bound to be a certain level of guilt that accompanies a decision to remain silent. Such guilt may be rationalized and minimized by telling yourself things like "no one is really getting hurt" or "there really should be more oversight for those programs" or "it really is none of my business".

More often than not, however, I found myself in the second more frustrating situation. It is extremely frustrating to know that when you act upon a decision to be pro-active that you may become more frustrated. How is it possible that we live in a world that would turn a blind eye to fraud as long as no one is being hurt? This is only the latest in a litany of situations which have come to my attention over the course of the years, in ministry and beyond. It amazes me that in a supposedly conservative, "Christian" environment where there is so much concern about preserving the family, values and limiting the rights of some citizens that it is so easy to turn a blind eye to all the other things going on around them.

"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye." [Matthew 7:3-5 NIV] Maybe when those seeking to protect family values and the traditional family get the planks out of their eyes, they will see the decay that really needs to be addressed. Until then, silence will prove to be "golden" for some people.

~ DB Turnmire