Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Model A troubles
Just before New Years, with the help of my neighbor Don and his White Ford Excursion Diesel and flatbed trailer, Colin and I moved my 1928 Ford Model A tudor sedan from a remote storage garage to a neighbor's garage near the house ostensibly in order to be able to work on it more and get it running sooner. Since that time, I have cleaned all the accumulated crap out from inside the car, and taken the flattest tire off to repair the tube. Model A tires and tubes are a lot harder to work on than bicycle ones or maybe I just don't have the right tools or skills.
Beyond that, over a year ago, I removed the carb because the float was stuck open and fixed that. It's ready to be reinstalled.
Over the winter, we dropped the pan on Steve's A and cleaned it thoroughly... What a mess. I want to do mine before starting it
Then there's the rusted gas tank, the out of round wheel(s), the damaged floorboards...
Suggestions? Volunteers?
Friday, April 27, 2012
memories
OK. I started this the week of April 9 and am just now getting around to finishing it...
This weekend will mark the 25th anniversary of my mom's departure from this earth. Even after that much time, I still struggle with the Wisdom of my God in taking her when He did. She missed our engagement, the wedding, the births of both our kids, countless birthdays and Easters and Christmases...
But I have missed that knowing, motherly, listening ear and those gentle words or questions that were most often her counsel to me... I have missed her steadfast example of what looked like facile faithfulness both in ease and in difficulty, of what looked like a very natural faith both in blessing and in testing, of her radiant, humanly-inexplicable joy in the midst of the pain which ended in her home-going
I am comforted with the fact that for the believer to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord (II Coprinthians 5:8) which assures me of her current location and (by the grace of God alone) our future reunion... but I still wish I could talk to her (or Dad) today.
This weekend will mark the 25th anniversary of my mom's departure from this earth. Even after that much time, I still struggle with the Wisdom of my God in taking her when He did. She missed our engagement, the wedding, the births of both our kids, countless birthdays and Easters and Christmases...
But I have missed that knowing, motherly, listening ear and those gentle words or questions that were most often her counsel to me... I have missed her steadfast example of what looked like facile faithfulness both in ease and in difficulty, of what looked like a very natural faith both in blessing and in testing, of her radiant, humanly-inexplicable joy in the midst of the pain which ended in her home-going
I am comforted with the fact that for the believer to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord (II Coprinthians 5:8) which assures me of her current location and (by the grace of God alone) our future reunion... but I still wish I could talk to her (or Dad) today.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
He Is Alive!
I have chosen the Title today because, first and foremost, we have just celebrated Resurrection Sunday (more commonly known as "Easter") in which we declare that Jesus is the only person to live on earth, die and resurrect never to die again - and from that comes the opportunity for every person accept Jesus as their own personal Savior and then to confidently look forward to an eternal home in heaven some day.
However, I also chose the title to diffuse speculation among this blog's readers that I was dead. Busy, yes. Dead, no
I am also keenly aware that I have no other creative outlet and thus, although I hope to bless and encourage you, this is cathartic for me in very selfish terms.
Our Growth Group has just finished Andy Stanley's excellent video series Five Things God Uses to Grow Your Faith. Unfortunately, we didn't get to see them all so I borrowed the DVD for some self study. Lesson one was called Big Faith and is teh intro to the series. The cornerstone of this message to me was this: only once in Jesus' recorded earthly ministry did Jesus effecrtively say, "Wow!" It was not because of anything anyone DID or GAVE. It was because of the FAITH of the (Gentile) Centurian whose servant was gravely ill. Andy essentially asked us to imagine what our lives would be like if we exercised that kind of faith every day:
- the kind that is confident that there is a personal God Who knows my name and will be with me every step of the way and Who will hear every one of my prayers and Who is attempting to work out His best plan for our eternal blessing in our lives every day
- the kind that always chooses to believe the above... even (especially) in the absence of objective evidence
- the kind that allows us to confidently say, "I will trust Him" out loud if necessary that the unbelieving world might be drawn in with us.
I am challenged
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Annalee's Hawiian 14th Birthday Party
Shown here are Monique, Abby, Annalee and Becky all dressed for a sleep over (should be called a 'stay up over') watching all three Pirates of the Caribean movies back to back!
Ah 'tis true... my little girl is growing up! The Hawiian theme encompassed the Dining room too.
There was a little 'carpet surfing'
And of course CAKE
Ah 'tis true... my little girl is growing up! The Hawiian theme encompassed the Dining room too.
There was a little 'carpet surfing'
And of course CAKE
Colin Won AWANA Grand Prix Award
Greetings friends!
Sorry to have been idle so long. A long explanation is due, but it would prevent me posting these important updates so it will have to wait.
Colin designed and entered his "Madge" locomotive tow truck in the AWANA (stands for Approved Workmen Are Not Ashamed from the Bible II Timothy 3:16 -- It's a youth group for kids at our church and, in fact, worldwide) Grad Prix and Won the Most Creative Prize. He cut it out on the bandsaw, sanded and shaped it. I cut some pieces of wooden railway track from his Thomas the Tank engine toys and helped hom glue them on. Then he and I spray painted it literally hand in hand. He held the can and started and stopped the pain and I helped guide his had to get even coverage. We painted the trim together and he finished with a black sharpie marker. I added the washers to get it up to the weight limit to help it race well (didn't work)
All in all we had a lot of fun together!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Bike to the Bay 2008 is History!
Well, it's over for this year! The Pike Creek Bible Church team are (left to right): John Jobes, Dan Weber (captain), Reed Potecha, Phil McNeil, Mark Legere and myself. It was even raining when we took the picture as it did for much of the two days.
Thanks to the many of you who prayed for us as there were no significant accidents or injuries. Thanks as well to the many who supported each of us by giving to Bike MS in our names. If you pledged and haven't sent in the money yet (or if you haven't pledged yet) there's still time. The cut off is late in October.
That's all for now
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