The weirdness of peace and quiet

Yesterday I dropped Mrs. Flying Dutchman off at the airport along with the young Dutchlings. They are flying to a country far across the seas to visit Lolo and Lola (Grandpa and Grandma.) They walked past the security checkpoint at about 7:45 pm Monday night. I waved and watched until they were out of sight. Then I drove the quick hour and a half back to our house in the beautiful Central Valley of California.

I drive along a lot. In fact, most of the time. But driving that minivan back just felt plain eerie. There were no requests for kid songs. There was no constant chatter. This is something I would normally LOVE but with my family winging their way through the night over a black ocean, it just felt…strange.

The weirdness continued when I entered my house. There was finally the peace and quiet that I LOVE! But…it was just weird. All the bedroom and bathroom doors were closed to keep the dog out. Nothing strange about that but when I reflexively opened the doors to ask my kids what they were doing… there was no one there. I knew that.

The flight to where my wife and children are going takes 16 hours with one refueling stop. Strange as it may sound, Mrs. Flying Dutchman does not like flying. On our last vacation air travel was involved and the Mrs became violently ill on every approach to landing. As I puttered around the house that night and the next morning I worried about her. I worried about the flight. I tried to keep myself busy with work around the house (mostly cleaning up after the packing frenzy) and with prayer of course. I did and do completely trust my sovereign God to see my family safe to their destination.

Finally the next day at about 4:00 pm I called my in-laws to see if they had arrived. I was greeted with the jubilant voice of my father-in-law at which point I knew they had arrived safely. I spoke briefly with my daughter and then to my wife. Unfortunately our fears had been realized. The fancy electronic gizmo that is supposed to quell nausea from motion sickness did not work and she barfed non-stop on the approach to land at the refueling stop and also their final destination. I felt bad for her but I was still overjoyed to hear her tired voice. They were there and they were safe. I spoke briefly with my son and reminded him that he was the man on the trip and to take care of his mother and sister.

So the house is still just as empty but the weirdness is gone. I know my family is safely on the ground. I know, it’s weird for the Flying Dutchman to worry about air travel but the fact is I just don’t trust airliners. I know the pilots are trained way beyond my skill level, and the aircraft are maintained way beyond my skill level. It’s just that I have no control over what happens on an airliner. I have as much control as God wills me in my airplane. Somehow the fact that they are safe makes the peace and quiet a little more bearable. I know the noise will be returning soon and that gives me joy.

So in the mean time I will replace wing skins during the day on my RV-4 and in the evening I will work on my RV-7 tail and the hours will pass like a blur. Before I know it I will be picking up my family at the airport, complaining about the traffic, putting on a kid’s song tape, listening to chatter, and being very content and happy.

Has God changed me or what? May God bless you and your family today.

Refinement

About two years ago I had an odd dream. I saw a silver object set against a backdrop of crimson flame. The object looked similar to a trophy or urn. The surface was so shiney it almost looked like a mirror. The roar of the flames was deafening but the sound was more felt than heard. That’s hard to put into words adequately but the description will have to do. Then I heard two words, only a whisper but easily heard above the flames: Holy Spirit.

I can’t explain why but I’ve always felt that dream was letting me know that God was about to refine me. Just as silver has to be put in flame to separate the dross so God has to put us into situations that burn off our spiritual dross away. He has certainly done that for me these past two years. It’s been nothing dramatic like disease or near-death experiences. But what He has done is to place me in situations that have forced me to trust Him completely. He has taken me more and more out of my comfort zone and piled more and more responsibility on me. What I’m finding is that the more I humble myself and ask how I can serve those around me the more capable I seem to become. I’m handling situations now that would have sent me over the precipice of anger just a few years ago. I’m feeling genuine concern for people that before I would just feel that they were getting what they deserved. I’m finding myself worrying less about everything and just trusting that God already has it all worked out.

The more I trust and rely on my God, the more I find that His yoke truly is easy and His burden is very light. Doing what He asks isn’t always easy, but He’s always got it all planned out. All you have to do is show up.

An opportunity

I may be witnessing the prayer being answered.  My manager has accepted a position in another city.  I am considered by many to be a good candidate for his soon to be open position.  I am by no means a shoe in but I do have previous management experience which is a plus. My manager leaves in two weeks.  It is most likely that the opening will be posted at that time.

I’ve been praying to God for ways to help me increase my giving ability.  I’ve been researching jobs,  looking into moving into smaller more affordable housing, even considering starting a new life in another state.  Doing any of that would be exciting but would it bring me the kind of joy I now have?  For the first time in my life, I actually work in the town in which I live.  I recognize people on the street that I’ve known for years.  I have a circle of friends.  Most important of all I’ve found a good church full of like-minded Christians who strive to be holy and encourage one another.  My gypsy life has never allowed me such joy.

I certainly could achieve my financial goals by moving or changing jobs.  However, God is wise beyond understanding.  He has placed the answer to my problems right in front of me.  As scripture states:

“The Lord is fighting for you! So be still!” Ex 14:14 God’s Word

So I think I’ll just stand still and see what God’s will for me is.

Disposable Income?

Here’s a short simple question I struggle with: As a Christian, do we have disposable income?  After I’ve paid my taxes, after I’ve paid my bills, after I’ve tithed to the church, after I’ve saved up for retirement and college; if after all that I still have some money left over, is this money disposable?  Am I being a good steward of what God has given me if I take that money and invest it in stocks, bonds, or CDs?  How about buying a sports car?  How about buying that killer must-have piece of avionics for the plane?  How about building a plane?

 What is the Biblical answer?  I’m sure any of these things are legal from a scriptural sense.  However, I have to ask myself if I’m truly being a good steward of the money God has entrusted to me?  I don’t really know the answer but am interested in your comments.  I’m going to be researching this myself and praying about it in my quiet time.

Live like a god, die like a man

Our pastor is doing a study of the book of John at church in his sermons. We are in John chapter 10 where Jesus has finally told the Jews directly that He is the Son of God. He is promptly accused of blasphemy. Jesus’ answer to them is in John 10:34 “Is it not written in your law, I SAID, “YOU ARE GODS.”
A couple of the questions we have been asked about this passage are:

1) Jesus quotes from Psalm 82:6 the phrase “I said, ‘You are gods.’” What does this phrase mean?

2) The reference is to those “to whom the word of God came.” Who were these men? And how did being inspired make them different from any other person?

To answer both questions at once I believe the “gods” refer to the rulers and judges of the time who of course had received their authority directly from God. As such some of His honor had been bestowed upon them. So much so they had been elevated as gods above the people in their own minds even if not in reality. However, the Psalms go on to say that these gods would die like ordinary men be they wicked or good. Their god-like status buys them nothing.

The crowd Jesus is addressing most likely contained a number of Pharisees and Sadducees. These church leaders would most likely have understood he was referring to them with the above verse from Psalms.  They would further understand that Jesus was referring to their overly high opinion of themselves and ultimately their end. As such they probably had a lot to do with the reaction that ensued from the crowd. The crowd tried to seize Jesus but He quickly slipped away.

Of shepherds and sheep

I seem to do all my deep thinking in the shower. Recently, I began to think about church leaders and monetary affluence. I recalled the wealthy young ruler when he asked Jesus what he must do to be saved. Jesus recited everything the young man must do to which the young man answered that he had done all that since birth. Jesus then added that he lacked one thing, that he must sell all that he had, give it to the poor, and come follow Jesus. At that point the young ruler walked away with a heavy heart because he had much wealth. For the real, unparaphrased version see Mark 10:17-31.

I thought about the church leaders in all the churches I have ever attended. Of the ones that I can recall, I can’t remember any church leaders who were not affluent. Even in my current church the elders are affluent, though they are effective leaders and Godly men. It makes me wonder, however, when the shepherds live above the sheep, can they really understand the needs of the sheep? Can they really protect them? Can they help them? I have to ask a rhetorical question; at what point does wealth become detrimental to a shepherd?

A pilgrim passing through Vanity Fair

Well I come to you tonight from the financial district in San Francisco.  I’ll be here three days for training on migrating to Exchange 2003.  Yes, it actually is quite fascinating as a matter of fact.

It’s amazing how incredibly weak I become when I go away, however.  Without my wife I feel a lack of stability and balance.  I am supposed to be family leader.  She is supposed to be the weaker vessel.  This may be so but I feel much weaker than she when I am alone and away from her.  What would become of me if she were ever to leave?  She is a veritable prayer warrior.  I have no idea what she prays or how she asks but God listens to her prayer.  I can only conclude that she prays correctly; in all humility and in accordance with God’s will.  She is my wife and I love her dearly.  I miss you and I’ll be home soon.

“Turn your burdens over to the LORD, and he will take care of you. He will never let the righteous person stumble.”
Psalms 55:22  God’s Word

I feel like my walk is a complete stumble.  Have I not cast my burden at the foot of the cross?  Has it not slid into the tomb?  Do I try to dig it up again?  Lord, take my burden and bury it so deep I can never find it again.

Apollo 13 Training

Apollo 13We are implementing a new problem tracking process at my employer, McClatchy Newspapers. The process employs a software application offered by Computer Associates. This application makes extensive use of ITIL. ITIL stands for Information Technology Infrastructure Library and is a set of common terms and processes used to identify incidents and resolutions. To drive home the concept of ITIL they had us engage in an Apollo 13 mission. We had to use the concepts we had learned to help solve the problems the astronauts on Apollo 13 were experiencing. It may have been just a game but let me tell you it was intense. Despite the dry subject material this was probably the most clever and entertaining training session I have ever attended.

Hats off to CA and the Dutch inventor of the game (sorry my friend, can’t remember your name, Jan somethingorother). Great job guys!

PS.  Yes, we got the astronauts home alive!