Saturday, March 2, 2013

My Grandpa



~Posted by Rubia (Tribute written to share at the funeral)

I am so blessed to have had such a wonderful Grandpa for almost 14 years!

There are so many things about my grandfather that I admire and appreciate. For one thing, he was a very patient man and it would take a lot for him to get even a little bit mad. I hardly ever heard him raise his voice, and if he did, he had a very good reason to. But of course, of all the grandchildren I don’t think I ever made him do that! J

Grandpa was very hospitable and generous. He had strong faith in Jesus and spent much of his time in his Bible before his passing. He was the Patriarch of our family. He loved Grandma with all of his heart, therefore setting a good example on the rest of us in his marriage. Not only in that, but in so many other ways as well.

He would write occasional letters to us children which were encouraging and fun to receive. He would tell us what he was up to and inquire of us and how we were doing, and so on. His letters were just so friendly and I always loved it when he took the time to write me.

One thing about Grandpa that was so inspiring to me was his prayers. Even if he had not had a very good day or if the weather was not so warm, he was always so grateful for each and every day that God had given him. In almost every prayer that he would pray aloud when our family was together I remember him always saying, “Heavenly Father, we come to you with grateful hearts.”

There are so many fun memories of our time with Grandpa over the years: Having hot dogs and watching fireworks in the summer time, going on trips to parks, and restaurants. Having him and Grandma come and visit us and we going to visit them. Having his homemade fudge at Christmas. Having talks and watching the birds out on the back porch.

And . . . I don’t know why I thought of this and have now decided to write it down, but there’s one thing that Grandpa loved and one thing that he did not love: Grandpa hated oatmeal. (It was always, “Grits.”) But he loved peanut brittle!

It hasn’t been easy letting go of my beloved Grandfather, but I have hope because I know I will see him again someday soon. He is no longer suffering, and he has a beautiful mansion in Heaven. I also know that when He made it to heaven, God said to him, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Friday, March 1, 2013

Sandy Hook; the Great Tragedy



~Posted by Ben

Disclaimer: Before I begin I must say two things. First, I have tried to keep this as short as possible; my apologies for it still being so long. Second, although we generally try to avoid political analysis on this blog, being Christians in the world (but not of it) it is imperative that we speak up for what is right. It is only fair to warn you that our political leanings are conservative, and normally best represented by the Republican Party as opposed to the others. If you have liberal leanings or tendencies I would encourage you to carefully and patiently analyze my post and try to understand my reasoning. I simply want you to be aware that the opinion about to be presented is that of a conservative.

Introduction

I believe that it is not proper to immediately pounce upon a tragedy with one’s political views, with complete insensitivity towards the victims’ families. Such was the case with liberal politicians following the Sandy Hook, Newtown Connecticut massacre. It seems that clean-up of the bodies had barely been accomplished before liberals decided to use this horrible, tragic event to their political gain, demanding that their gun control laws be passed. This was highly inappropriate. There ought to be a time of silence and remembrance for victims and victims' families after such a horrific event. It is for this reason that our family, along with several conservative organizations (such as the NRA) decided to remain respectfully silent on this issue immediately following the disaster.

However, now that all the slain victims have been laid to rest, and most of the public grieving has abated, it is time for conservatives to address this issue, NOT for the sake of political gain, but for the sake of our nation’s children, their well-being, and most importantly, their safety.

The Conservative Republicans' response

Here is a section from the NRA’s response to the Sandy Hook shootings:

“How do we protect our children right now, starting today, in a way that we know works? The only way to answer that question is to face up to the truth. Politicians pass laws for Gun-Free School Zones. They issue press releases bragging about them. They post signs advertising them. And in so doing, they tell every insane killer in America that schools are their safest place to inflict maximum mayhem with minimum risk. How have our nation’s priorities gotten so far out of order? Think about it. We care about our money, so we protect our banks with armed guards. American airports, office buildings, power plants, courthouses, even sports stadiums, are all protected by armed security. We care about the President, so we protect him with armed Secret Service agents. Members of Congress work in offices surrounded by armed Capitol Police officers. Yet when it comes to the most beloved, innocent and vulnerable members of the American family-our children-we as a society leave them utterly defenseless, and the monsters and predators of this world know it and exploit it. That must change now!"

The Liberal Democrats' response

“Taking guns away from good guys will make them safer from bad guys.”

Now of course….they would never say it that way. But reading between the lines of the dem’s response to this tragedy, that seems to be the implication. Liberals have been fighting for over 30 years to disarm America. Most of this started on a rainy March day back in 1981. President Ronald Reagan was leaving the Hilton Hotel in Washington DC when a deranged man named Jon Hinckley jumped from the crowd and fired several rounds at the presidential entourage. One of the bullets ricocheted off the Presidential limousine and went into Reagan's armpit (he had his arm raised because he was waving). He quickly recovered, but another bullet hit his Press Secretary’s head, permanently paralyzing him. This man’s name was James Brady. As a result of the shooting, Brady and his wife founded the Brady Campaign to prevent gun violence. Since then, we have had the Columbine massacre, the Virginia tech massacre, the Tucson massacre, the Aurora theater shooting, and now Sandy Hook. I might even mention the Oklahoma city bombing, and September 11th, but since Brady’s organization is technically against gun violence, I will refrain from holding those against his organization.

In all fairness, I must give this organization some points of credit. 1) My complete condolences are with James Brady, who was a victim of violence and did not deserve to spend the rest of his life paralyzed. 2) I am by no means implying that the Brady campaign is the perpetrator of these crimes or that they intentionally caused them. 3) According to disastercenter.com, total violent crime rates have decreased since 1980. But before liberals celebrate victory, total crime may have decreased, but anyone with a reasonable modicum of intelligence can plainly see a recent increase in mass killings. 4) I am not trying to say that we lived in a perfect world prior to the existence of Brady’s organization. “The good old days” were filled with memorable sweethearts such as Adolph Hitler, Lee Harvey Oswald, Charles Manson, and Ted Bundy. But these points of credit I have just given gun-control advocates do not change the fact that liberals have the wrong response to the problem of violence, and I am about to show you why.

Holes in the solution

Based on various responses from liberals in the news, it appears to me that there are three doctrines that gun-control advocates hold to:

Number one: “The Creation of public gun-free zones will help stop public violence.”

There is one minor impediment to this theory. Most of the recent massacres that have plagued our nation in recent years were in gun-free zones! The perpetrators of 9/11 carried weapons onto an aircraft, where weapons are not customarily welcomed; the mass murderer bringing an assault rifle into a theater dressed like the joker from Batman caused some raised eyebrows; and the Sandy Hook elementary school was most certainly a gun-free zone. My point is this: gunmen KNOW they are breaking the law when they commit massacres. They do not need to be lovingly informed that it is not customary to bring an assault rifle into a gun-free zone and kill 20 people. I have yet to see a trigger-happy, weapon-laden lunatic walk up to a sign that said "WARNING: gun free zone ahead!" and say, “Uh-oh! Can’t shoot people here…it’s not allowed!"

Another problem with gun-free zones is that they advertise freedom to commit mayhem. It is akin to putting up huge signs that state: ATTENTION! THIS IS THE BEST PLACE TO KILL PEOPLE. DON’T WORRY, NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO HAVE A GUN HERE SO YOU WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SOMEONE USING THEIR CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS TO DEFEND THEMSELVES. The Liberals' defense for these gun-free zones is that if a mass murder were to occur, they would have legal grounds to prosecute the perpetrator since they used their murder weapon in a gun-free zone. Hold on. At that point, could we not simply prosecute the murderer on account of slaughtering 20 people? Do you think that will send him to jail? Or am I missing something?

Number two: “Taking guns away from people will stop violence.”

There are some people in this world who, for reasons known only to themselves, are simply bent on killing people and will accomplish this in any way possible. Timothy McVeigh did a pretty good job of killing 168 people with a homemade bomb. The terrorists hijacked the airplanes on 9/11 using pocket knives (Boy Scouts, hand ‘em over!); serial killer Elias Abuelezem killed a church custodian in Toledo using a hammer; and in a rare case in Texas several months ago, a man crashed his car into a church and then beat the pastor to death using an electric guitar. What about bombs in packages? Water poisoning? Anthrax? People that are determined to kill will always find a way to do it.

Number three: “People don’t really have a reason to have guns. They don’t need them.”

In the event that someone breaks into my house with a loaded shotgun, ready to kill my entire family, a frying pan is not an effective widow-maker. I’d feel much more confident with the frying pan in the kitchen cabinet and the gun in my hand, ready to defend myself and my family! Guns also come in handy for shooting game. Although hunting is no longer required to survive in this country, it is a very popular sport and an economical way to feed your family. You lose a bullet and gain a lot of meat. Now I don’t know much about hunting and don’t pretend to, but it seems to me that it would be much easier to kill a 200-pound buck by shooting it with a gun than by beating it to death with a stick, simply because your government will not let you have a gun! Shooting game also keeps the deer population down, thus saving your Cadillac from the damage done by hitting a horned buck that weighs more than you.

It’s the morality, stupid

My apologies for paraphrasing a liberal democrat. But I think Bill Clinton’s “take a look at what’s right in front of your nose, you moron!” mentality can be quite useful in this situation. I’ve just written a long post defending our rights to own guns. Are you ready for the curve ball? The problem is not in the guns! Guns cannot go out and commit massacres by themselves. A mass murder requires one of two things--an insane person, or an evil, despicable, bloodthirsty individual--to commit these crimes.

In 1962 the liberals in this country got their Number One wish. God, Biblical morality, the Ten Commandments, and effective discipline were kicked out of schools. Prior to this, the definition of a “naughty child” in school was someone who chewed gum in class, ran in the hallways, passed notes, got bad grades, threw spitballs, and pulled on the braids of the girl in front of him. We can only wish that those were the problems today. Although I do not go to public school, I have many friends who do. From them I've learned that the problems today include swearing, gangs, drugs, fights, and teen pregnancy. It seems that even without massacres, our schools are having enough troubles.

In the early 1960’s parents were disturbed that their kids were practicing how to hide under their desks and cover their heads with their hands (known as “duck and cover” drills). These drills were run in some school districts because of the threat of a nuclear attack from the soviets stationed in Cuba. Today, we view that as the height of superstitious Cold War hysteria. A preparation for an Armageddon that never came. Yet according to some public school friends, drills similar to this are done in their schools today. Drills have been done by the city police; using fictitious “shooters.” These drills are done to prepare the teachers and other staff on what to do in this scenario. Do you see the difference? Back in the 1960’s Americans were afraid of an attack from an enemy country. Today, our schools are preparing for attacks, not from enemy countries, but from fellow Americans.

My final point on the issue of morality is this: We have taken God, the Bible, the Ten Commandments, and Biblical morality out of school teachings and have thus created a recipe for catastrophe. Schools today teach a very pluralistic form of morality. You determine what’s right and what’s wrong for you (i.e. “who’s to say there is only one God” or “who’s to say that gay marriage is wrong?”) There is only one problem with this belief. It leads to a mere exchange of ideas about right versus wrong, with no dependable standard. What do Adolph Hitler and Osama bin Laden both have in common? They believed that what they were doing was right, that their actions where justifiable according to their circumstances. They saw nothing wrong with what they did. This is the consequence of such warped, humanistic reasoning, rather than reasoning based on a Biblical standard.

Conclusion: (finally! J)

I must agree with the common-sense answer offered by the NRA. “The only thing that can stop a bad guy with a gun, is a good guy with a gun.” Liberals state that if these murderers didn’t have the adequate weapons to commit a massacre, the massacre wouldn’t have happened. But they fail to see the reciprocal of this. Suppose more people believed in the right to bear arms, as enshrined in our constitution. Murderers look out! A good country to live in is a country where nobody dares to commit crimes, for fear of freedom-loving people who carry guns, know how to use them, and most importantly are not afraid to use them! A country where armed good guys grossly outnumber armed lunatics? That’s a country I want to live in! How about you?

What is your opinion pertaining to this matter? Please leave a comment and let us know!

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Texas Pictures: February



Everything in Texas is bigger . . . including the mole hills. J In our front yard we have on display a visual reminder of the idiom “making a mountain out of a mole hill.” The one at the bottom left is at least a foot long in length. I have no idea what made the hole—a Texas-sized mole, an armadillo, a snake, ants, or some other small creature—but whatever it is makes a BIG mess!

*Any idea what makes these? Your guess is as good as ours!*

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

More Catching Up

We’ve been doing a lot of posts on Grandma’s death, but a lot of catching up has been going on for us behind the scenes. Here’s some of what’s been going on lately:

~Fat Tuesday~

We celebrated Fat Tuesday (otherwise known as Mardi Gras) a week late. We enjoyed our traditional Puffy Pancakes with chocolate chips.
~Ash Wednesday~

We also celebrated Ash Wednesday a week late, since Grandma’s funeral and burial were on the real Ash Wednesday. We all gave up something tangible (i.e. a type of food, a certain habit) for Lent, and also committed to eliminating a bad character trait or habit (i.e. worrying about things we can’t control, impatience, etc.)
~Valentine’s Day~


Are you starting to get the idea at this point? J We also celebrated Valentine’s Day a week late. Mommy took all of us kids out to the soda fountain for floats, shakes, and malts all around. It was a nice treat, and we enjoyed visiting with the owner (who’s in his 70’s) while he fixed us our treats. Gotta love small towns! J
Photo Credit: Roma.

Right next to the soda fountain is an antiques and gun store. Several of us hadn’t been in it before, so we decided to stop in there. It’s a neat little place, but I admit that I was a little overwhelmed by all the different types of guns. I’m learning slowly about them, and one day I’d love to get a permit to carry a concealed weapon. Sounds real girly I know, but I need to be a true Texan! J
Photo Credit: Roma.

~Life Group~

The twins and I continue to babysit for our life group on Monday nights. So far we’ve averaged 6 kids each night. This past week we had two 5-year olds, two 3-year olds, and two 2-year olds. I’ve now decided that I will NEVER have 3 sets of twins in a row! (not that I’d have much control over that. J) Twins may run in our family, but I am praying that I will have twin girls, boy-girl twins, but not 2 boys. I think I might lose my sanity if that happens. J

Little T is one of the cutest kids EVER. J But I’m not a biased babysitter or anything. . . J


T and his best friend, SJ.

On top of all these special occasions, we have been catching up on school work and continuing to unpack our house (now we’re not only unpacking our stuff, but also the stuff we brought from Grandma and Grandpa’s house.) Hopefully things will settle down a bit and we can get back into some kind of routine!

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Grandma: Epilogue

The pain and emotions following Grandma’s death have been felt even more acutely than after losing Grandpa. While I was incredibly close to my Grandma, I think it’s also the cumulative effect of moving across the country, losing Grandpa, losing Grandma, and having other struggles, all in less than 3 months’ time. The saying “When it rains, it pours” feels very true for our family right now. While it’s easy to think, “What more could go wrong?” we are comforted to know that God calls us to cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” (1 Pet 5:7) Whatever we’re going through, God can handle!

Since we’ve returned home, there have been a lot of emotions to process. We are slowly unpacking the mementos we brought home. One of the sad parts is not having Grandpa and Grandma around to explain things anymore. We never realized how often we hadn’t asked them the significance behind an object, who was in a picture, and things like that. There are so many unanswered questions, and it’s difficult not to know the answers.

For me personally, I’ll have a very good day followed by a bad day. There have been many times when I’ve slipped outside to take the dog on a walk and spent the whole time crying (makes me thankful for country life where I will only be passed by 1 or 2 cars in half an hour.) There have been nights when I’ve cried myself to sleep because I wish so desperately that they were here. While we know our separation from them is temporary, it still seems like ages until we’ll be together again. Our life here on earth has been permanently changed by their absence.

Friday night, I dreamed about them. I dreamed that we were all gathered at their house, just like we were after their deaths. But they were there. It was almost like they had come back to say goodbye before going on a long trip. Both my Grandma and Grandpa were at home (Grandma hadn’t been home since April last year) and happy to be surrounded by family. I gave them both long, lasting hugs and then they were gone. While the dream has haunted me a bit since I never had that chance to say a final goodbye to them, in a way it brings some closure. It was only a dream…but it feels a little bit like I was able to say goodbye to them.

I read a phrase in “One Thousand Gifts” by Ann Voskamp that is so true: “I know the theological answers, but do my blood and my pulse?” There will be grieving, and questions without answers. But we trust every day that God is with us, and we CHOOSE to find our joy in Him alone. The road following Grandpa and Grandma’s deaths is long and hard, but we are all so grateful that we have a Savior who walks right beside us through it all. He has never left us, nor will He ever forsake us.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Grandma: Part 5


~Saturday, February 16~

We left my Grandparents’ house in Ohio early Saturday morning. We stopped at a McDonald’s for breakfast a little while later. We were going to eat lunch at Steak n’ Shake, but it was so full we couldn’t even get through the door. Considering the fact that it was windy and cold, we quickly decided that we’d eat somewhere else. We ended up driving to a Wendy’s a few miles down the road.

This was the first time we had driven through St. Louis in the daytime, and I was actually awake. It’s a little hard for me to believe that people can actually go up inside the arch. One of these days maybe I’ll get to do that.
Photo Credit: Roma.
We arrived at the hotel around dinner time, and after we unloaded we headed to Cracker Barrel for dinner. The restaurant was really full, so we waited inside the store for about ½ an hour before we were seated. As I walked around the store, I found my eyes filling with tears. I just wanted to be home, away from all the pain, stress, and difficult emotions that we had faced over the past few days. I was physically exhausted and emotionally drained. In the middle of a crowded restaurant was the last place I wanted to be. On top of that, Grandma and Grandpa often stopped at Cracker Barrel when they came to visit us in Michigan.

I made it through dinner without breaking down, but I so desperately wanted to be home.

~Sunday, February 17~

After eating breakfast at the hotel, we continued our journey homeward. I was looking forward to finally being in my own bed that evening.

We stopped in Joplin, MO for lunch at a Fazoli’s. It was a nice treat as we haven’t eaten there in years. Unlike the Cracker Barrel, the restaurant was very quiet which was nice.
Dad had seen a sign for a Justin Boots outlet store. He asked if we could make a “quick” stop to look. Forty-five minutes later, he and Ben walked out as new owners of genuine cowboy boots. J Ben had saved up for his, and Dad was finally cashing in his “Christmas boots” gift coupon. They were quite happy.
We made it home pretty late that evening, and quite literally collapsed in bed. I was so tired that I didn’t even cry myself to sleep as I had so many nights that week . . .


To be continued . . .



Sunday, February 24, 2013

Whom Shall I Fear?



You hear me when I call
You are my morning song
Though darkness fills the night
It cannot hide the light
Whom shall I fear?

You crush the enemy
Underneath my feet
You are my Sword and Shield
Though troubles linger still
Whom shall I fear?

I know Who goes before me
I know Who stands behind
The God of angel armies
Is always by my side
The One who reigns forever
He is a Friend of mine
The God of angel armies
Is always by my side

My strength is in Your name
For You alone can save
You will deliver me
Yours is the victory

I know Who goes before me
I know Who stands behind
The God of angel armies
Is always by my side
The One who reigns forever
He is a Friend of mine
The God of angel armies
Is always by my side
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?

And nothing formed against me shall stand
You hold the whole world in your hands
I'm holding onto Your promises
You are faithful
You are faithful
You are faithful

I know Who goes before me
I know Who stands behind
The God of angel armies
Is always by my side
The One who reigns forever
He is a Friend of mine
The God of angel armies
Is always by my side

The God of angel armies is always by my side

--“Whom Shall I Fear” by Chris Tomlin

“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” Psalm 27:1 (KJV)

Saturday, February 23, 2013

My Grandpa



*We normally post recipes on Saturdays, but due to the fact that we’ve been gone so much, haven’t had much time for creative cooking, and have so many tributes to post following my Grandparent’s deaths, we have decided to post tributes on Saturdays for the next couple of months. We plan to return to Saturday recipe-posting in April or May.*

~Posted by Ben (Tribute written to share at the funeral)

Dear Grandpa:

Time flies way too quick! Tomorrow turns to yesterday, and the years seem to fly by without us noticing! I am writing this letter because you recently passed away. I can’t say that I was precisely able to predict this day coming. It is a strange feeling; I knew the day was coming soon, but I did not think it was coming this soon.

When I first found out about your passing, an icy feeling overcame me. I was fully aware that you had died yet at the same time it took awhile for me to digest the fact that you were no longer with us. The fact that I would never speak to you on this earth again, the fact that I would never hear that soft, relaxing southern drawl of yours again in this life, the fact that I will no longer be seeing that beaming smile stretch across your pleasant face in this life. That smile that lit up an entire room. It pains me deeply, but at the same time, it brings me great joy to know that you no longer have breathing problems, or joint pains, or lack of strength. It brings me great joy to think of you jumping, running, laughing, and most importantly singing praise to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. In a small way, I must admit to almost being jealous that you get to see Christ Jesus before we do.

I would like to spend a brief time reminiscing about you and me. I will always remember you as a man who wonderfully exhibited all of the fruits of the spirit. But the fruit of the spirit I will most remember about you is patience. I can think of several times that you could have lost your temper and didn’t. I admired your amazing mildness and ability to hold your words even when the temptation to be upset was great. I can see that attribute in my father. There are times that I have seen my father peacefully handle situations that most often would be handled in fists. This is not to say that you and my father were not decisive and to the point, but that you did not let your emotions get the best of you. I pray that when I grow up God will bless me with such good patience. For Proverbs 22:29 says, “An angry man stirs up dissension, and a hot-tempered one commits many sins.”

In the remaining time I am permitted I would like to share, for the sake of a little comic relief, a fun and comical memory of you. I heard this story from someone in the family, so I am not positive if this event actually happened or if it was a comical, fictitious parable of you. Apparently, Grandma was in the garage and fell off the step and into the recycling bin. She was not able to get herself out. After letting out a sigh that she was not hurt, she started calling for help. “A….A….I have fallen in the recycling bin and can’t get up!” You allegedly walked out to the garage after hearing this and standing on the step said, “Just one minute, I have to go to the bathroom.” You then walked back in the house. Grandma calmly replied in her wonderful southern accent, “All right, A, take your time.” Luckily, as the story goes, you successfully remembered her after your time in the restroom, and returned to pull Grandma out of the bin.

I had a great Grandpa in you. I love you and miss you so much. As all human beings, you were not perfect, but you have left me proud to bear your name and remember you as my Grandpa. I know that at this point it is customary to say goodbye, but I will do no such thing, because goodbye is forever. I will see you again!

Until we are reunited, I bid a temporary farewell to you, my precious Grandpa.

Your proud grandson,

Ben


I Thessalonians 4:13-14:

“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.”