Therefore Having Gone

Therefore Having Gone

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Spring Break Article for the Newspaper

I wrote the following article while on spring break in Le Mars, Iowa last week and it was published in The Republic just yesterday.  The last point about good friends and late night conversations is a shout out to some Iowans close to our hearts!

Here it is:

                The moment high school students drag themselves back to their desks in January for the second semester, their countdown to spring break commences.  January and February are long months.

                But sometimes when break finally arrives, the fantasy of a true break runs into the harsh reality of homework.

                Some teachers feel the need to assign projects and homework over the week of break in order to cover all the material necessary before the fast-approaching end of the school year – or perhaps, one suspects, just as often to prove they are deadly serious about academics and the rigors of their particular subject area.  And we have all known those (few) teachers who simply have a pronounced sadistic streak. They seem to revel in the thought of their pet project hovering over the heads of their students for the week.  They have spent years thickening their own skins to easily withstand the curses poured down on them by students and parents alike on that final weekend of break when the looming due dates are tearfully – and frantically - addressed. 

                I am a teacher who believes spring break should be bona fide time off from all school work.  So even though my sophomores are in the midst of a research paper, I refuse to hang even a minor deadline over their break.  On the day we return to class, there will be no note cards, no rough drafts nor even a Works Cited page due. 

                That is not to say that I hope students will turn their brains off and vegetate in front of a video game for a week.  Or even sleep twenty hours a day.  (Although judging from their stupor in class recently, some of my students would be wise to catch up on their sleep.)

                Rather, my wish for them would be a spring break just as educational as any week of the school year.  Or more so.  It was Mark Twain who once declared, “I never let my schooling interfere with my education.”  That was his way of emphasizing the many things worth learning that far surpass in ultimate importance the Pythagorean Theorem, the proper form of a parenthetical notation or the cause of the War of 1812 combined.  Twain reminds us that we are quite as likely to learn key lessons outside of the classroom as inside.

                Take my family’s spring break, for example.  As I write, my wife and kids and I are in Le Mars, Iowa.  I know what you are thinking.  Who drives 700 miles to a small town in northwest Iowa for spring break when the same mileage could take you to Pensacola, Florida?  But twenty years ago I took my first job as a new college graduate right here in Le Mars as a youth pastor.  Our trip to Iowa has several purposes: to catch up with old friends, to introduce my family to them (and vice versa) and also to seek financial and prayer support for our upcoming move and ministry to Haiti.  But for all that, it can’t help but be educational too. 

A handful of the lessons impressed on my family and me this week:

1)       You only need to drive two states over to discover curious cultural differences.  For example, sloppy joe sandwiches here are called “taverns” or (much less appealingly) “loose meat sandwiches” and are often served without the sauce … just fried hamburger and onion.

2)      The town of Le Mars is the “Ice Cream Capital of the World”.  This is the birthplace of Wells’ Blue Bunny, whose factories crank out 250,000 gallons of ice cream each day.  Annually, the company uses enough chocolate on their ice cream bars to put a one inch thick coating over 47 football fields.

3)      Time refuses to stand still.  Yesterday I walked into the local McDonalds, which has long been a gathering place for farmers enjoying coffee and fellowship, and saw an eighty year old man in overalls and tattered baseball cap sitting with a cup of coffee.  He looked every bit the stereotype of the weathered farmer except for the cell phone in his left hand and the IPad propped on the table in front of him.

4)      Old friends are the best friends. And late night conversations are more fun than the fanciest amusement park.

Some of these lessons I already knew, but it’s nice to experience them afresh without the pressure of school work bearing down on these precious days.  The research papers will wait.


Saturday, March 24, 2012

Leaving Le Mars

This morning marks the end of a fantastic week in Le Mars, Iowa.  Melissa has already informed me that she will cry when we leave.  Last night as I helped put the kids to bed, I noticed that Ida (age 8) was looking a bit depressed and on the verge of tears. 


"What's the matter?" I asked.


"I don't want to leave," he replied, fighting back tears.


"Why not?"  (I will admit: I could see it coming and I was fishing for it.)


"Because #1 - school will be starting again.  And #2 - I want to stay here."


"Why do you want to stay here?"  I fished further.


"I want to stay here with Bill and Jodee."


Bill and Jodee Jackes have been so good to us this week.  They opened their house up to the six of us and, more than that, they cooked for us, played cards with the kids, took us to an amazing pizza buffet, helped round up possible ministry partners for us and ... made us a part of their family.  Which I am happy to claim.

I will have to post more details later - including some pictures - because we have to get moving here.  Still coming up today is breakfast at McDonald's with Calvin and Dixie, saying goodbyes here, and then a three hour drive to Grundy Center, Iowa to see Rev. Phil and Connie Dicks.


I get to preach at Phil's church tomorrow morning before we head back to Indiana.  Should be a great ending to our trip - I mean being with Phil and Connie, not my preaching. 


A week and a half ago, I asked some friends to pray for our trip.  Melissa and I were both stressed out and, even though I was looking forward to seeing some old friends, neither of us had the energy to get too excited.  Plus, Melissa had passed through Le Mars once before about 9 years ago, but didn't really know the people or the area - she only anticipated a week where she would be meeting a bunch of folks from a part of my life predating our own relationship.  (Maybe like going with your spouse to a week long high school reunion where you know nobody.  Not exactly something most people would look forward to.)  Anyway, my praying friends must have sent up some effective prayers because this week - for every single member of our family - FAR surpassed anything we could have hoped for.  We are leaving refreshed and encouraged.  And the best part is, we plan to be returning on a regular basis, God willing.  Le Mars will definitely be a required stop any time we are back in the States.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Feeding the Birds

This is my final post (as far as I know) about the Fire Up Conference a couple of weeks back. 

That Sunday morning we were in Troy, Illinois, I was given the opportunity to preach during the regular services (all THREE of them!) at Troy UMC. 

My text was Jesus' parable from Matthew 21 about the two sons who are told by their father to "Go today and work in the vineyard".  The first son responds, "I don't want to" but later "changes his mind" and goes to work.  The second son responds, "I will, sir" but never does get around to it.  Jesus was obviously pointing this simple parable straight at the religious folks of his day, and he finished by warning them that the "tax collectors and prostitutes" were entering the Kingdom before them. 

In the course of my sermon, I was using a story about Dats (age 10) that I have probably shared here before and that Melissa and I have been sharing typically as a part of our fundraising efforts:

(If you already know the story, feel free to skip down to the picture to hear The Rest of the Story.)

When Melissa was preparing for her first weeklong mission trip to Haiti in June of 2010, she was sharing with the rest of the family all that she was learning of the hardships of life in Haiti.  One night, completely unprompted by anyone (except the Holy Spirit!), Dats (then just newly 9) came to Melissa and offered her the $40 he had been saving up (probably to buy Legos).  He wanted her to give $20 to two different people. 

Melissa had no problem finding two people to help once she arrived in Haiti!  (I like to point out that $20 is paradoxical in Haiti - on the one hand it is nothing - a drop in the ocean, but it can also be life changing or even life saving.  And it will certainly be accepted gratefully.)  Melissa gave $20 to a woman who had been injured in the earthquake and the other $20 to a young man named Enil who had recently lost his job and had his cell phone stolen.

Fast forward one year.  Our entire family spent two weeks of July 2011 in Haiti as we sought to confirm God's call.  Near the end of that time, our hostess missionary, Jane, offered to take us in the mission van down the road a bit to a pottery business to do some sightseeing.  We had trouble getting off the mission compound though, since Jane seemed to be in high demand with various workers and friends.  After twenty minutes of halting non-progress, we were just about to finally get out the gates when Jane spotted someone on the doorstep of her house.  She asked if we would mind one more stop - a quick one - while she attended to this man's need. 

When she returned to the van a few moments later, she brought the man with her and explained that he needed a ride into town.  So I moved to the back seat and let this stranger sit down next to Dats in the van. 

As we got bumping down the road, Melissa started to put two and two together and realized that this was Enil.  She reminded Jane and Jane reminded Enil and Enil beamed in gratitude at Dats beside him.  Sitting behind these two, I was struck by the "coincidence" that brought Dats and Enil together and the lesson about faithfulness that God was obviously trying to teach me.  It seemed to me that the Lord was putting His stamp of approval on Dats' willingness to sacrifice his own self interests a year earlier in order to do God's work.  The stranger who received Dats' gift was no longer a stranger!

Enil and I both wanted to make sure we got a picture of these two brothers in Christ together:



So I was sharing this story with the fine folks at Troy UM Church a few weeks ago and something happened after the final service.  Melissa and the kids came from the hotel in time to be a part of that 10:30 worship, so they stood with me in the foyer at 11:30 as the the congregants filed out. 

At least three separate sweet church ladies looked over our kids and then asked, "Which one is Dats?" as they exited the sanctuary. And then each proceeded to press money into his palm.  But each one also told him that he needed to find someone in Haiti to pass the money along to! 

So God has multiplied Dats' original gift! 

It didn't take long to find someone to pass the money to.  A couple of days later we were back home in Indiana and I shared with Melissa and the kids a blog entry by Stacey Ayars regarding a woman named Roselore who cleans houses on the campus of  the Emmaus Biblical Seminary.  Stacey had written it the day before I preached.  You should take a few minutes and read Stacey's post through this link, because I can't do it justice here.  It is a heartbreaking account of a desperate mother and the twins she can't afford to feed.

Dats agreed that we should send $80 down to Stacey to pass along to Roselore.  Our friend Beka was leaving for Haiti and would be seeing Stacey in a few days, so we gave the cash to Beka knowing what the ladies of Troy UMC had given would quickly be put to use to fill a very real need. 

"Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously. Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. As it is written:

“He has scattered abroad his gifts to the poor;

his righteousness endures forever.”

Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness. You will be made rich in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion, and through us your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God.

This service that you perform is not only supplying the needs of God’s people but is also overflowing in many expressions of thanks to God. Because of the service by which you have proved yourselves, men will praise God for the obedience that accompanies your confession of the gospel of Christ, and for your generosity in sharing with them and with everyone else. And in their prayers for you their hearts will go out to you, because of the surpassing grace God has given you. Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!"

2 Corinthians 9:6-15 (NIV)

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Shelbyville News Article

My home town newspaper, The Shelbyville News, does a "Where are they now?" feature.  This past Tuesday, Steve Talbert wrote up and published a nice article about me and my family.  What an incredible opportunity to share our story with a large audience.  I have already had several people tell me they had seen the article. 

It is our joy to share what God is doing in our lives right now.  We are currently getting ready to share with folks in Iowa over spring break.  I can't wait to see old friends again and to introduce them to my family.

The link to the Shelbyville News article is right here.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Fire Up Part Two

Two weeks ago today we were getting back from Troy, Illinois and the Fire Up Conference there.  The conference ran from Friday night to Sunday noon.  My part officially was to lead a seminar on Saturday afternoon, perform my Kermit the Frog impression accompanied by Tim Price on banjo after dinner on Saturday and then I got the chance to preach three services on Sunday morning.

Tim's dad is the pastor of the church and has been there since 1988.  I believe that is some kind of record for a United Methodist Church!  As the church has grown spiritually under his leadership, the church's facility has grown physically as well.  The original sanctuary is now dwarfed by all the additions.  I got to preach to the regular Sunday morning crowd while the Fire Up Conference was wrapping up in the gym. 

Tim's keynote speaker for the conference was an amazing preacher from New York named Tom Richter.  I don't know much about the guy, but he sure can hold a crowd's attention.  He is one of those rare preachers who can be both funny and deep at the same time.  And although he was speaking to 300 teenagers, he had full attention from Dats, The Drama Queen (AKA Belle) and Ida too. 

Meanwhile, The Princess got very attached to Tim's six year old daughter, Ruby.  And, apparently, Ruby knows me as "Old Steve Gross".  During father/daughter time, Tim likes to tell "Old Steve Gross stories" to Ruby.  Some of them are true and some are made up.  I imagine that even the true ones are mostly fiction. 

I've got one more story to share from our weekend in Troy, but I want to devote an entire post to it, so for now I will post some more pictures:

We got to set up our official "One Mission Society" table for the weekend.

Tim and the Harvest Ministry Team do some last minute practicing before the start of the conference.

The Drama Queen and The Princess play Legos with Ruby behind our table.

Tim with his younger daughter, Macy. 

The Princess with a spooky looking clown.  In the afternoon, there were various activities for the teens.  Inflatable games were set up in a local grade school gym.  My kids exhausted themselves on this slide and the bungee run...

It's Dats verses Ida, who are tied together with a bungee cord.

Drama Queen also competed against Dats, while The Princess watched.

The Troy UMC sanctuary where I got to preach Sunday morning.

We headed back to Indiana after some chili for Sunday lunch and The Princess was heartbroken to leave behind her new friend Ruby.  She bawled!

And she was asleep within ten minutes!

Monday, March 5, 2012

Fire Up at Troy, Illinois

I know I don't have time to do this trip justice, so I am just going to have to accept the fact that posting a few pictures and random blurbs is better than nothing at all, so here goes...

On Saturday, February 23rd, the whole family headed to Troy, Illinois so that I could lead a seminar by invitation from my good friend from Asbury Seminary days, Tim Price.  Tim has a great ministry that he has been leading for years. Each year he gathers a talented group of college students as a singing, game-leading, worshipful ministry team.  Over the summers Tim travels with them all over the Midwest and sometimes beyond.  During the school year, he sometimes gathers them together for special events like the Fire Up youth conference.  He calls his ministry "Harvest". 

When he started Harvest, he wasn't much older than the college aged team members.  Nowadays he gets mistaken for their father whenever they make a stop for fast food.

The Fire Up Conferences started in 1997 with yours truly as the first speaker.  Tim had created a little history display for this year's Fire Up:


He even still uses a banner that I painted for him 15 years ago:



I love the Scripture reference.  It comes from Jeremiah 20:9.  The prophet is talking about all the flack he has taken for speaking on God's behalf and how he is tempted sometimes to throw in the towel and just shut his mouth, "But if I say, 'I will not remember Him or speak anymore in His name,' then in my heart it becomes like a burning fire shut up in my bones; and I am weary of holding it in, and I cannot endure it."

Tim's home church - where his dad has pastored since 1988 (which has to be some sort of record for a United Methodist church!) - graciously hosts this event each year.  Over three hundred teens and their youth pastors and adult sponsors attend and the Troy UMC families host the participants in their homes.  It is quite the production!  Tim coordinates the housing, the feeding, the main speaker, the worship music, seminar speakers and the clean up.  I hope he got a nap on Sunday afternoon...





It's getting late, so I'll have to make this a two (or three) parter.  I'll just close with some pictures of our kids enjoying the weekend.  They were so excited because Tim put us up in a hotel with an indoor swimming pool.  This process of raising funds for our upcoming ministry in Haiti continues to be such a blessing not only to me and Melissa, but to our whole family ... but maybe I'll tell you more about that in a day or two:

Dats and Ida riding the elevator down to the pool.  Not sure exactly why Ida is standing that way except for the fact that he's a big ball of goof.

The Princess in particular really enjoyed the chance to swim.

We often had the pool to ourselves.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

#227 King Size Bed - Sell

I have really gotten out of the writing routine.  But I've come to a conclusion:  if I want to write more here (and I do!) then I had better start keeping my own private journal again.  So I am.  I started writing in it tonight. 


I realized that part of my problem in keeping this blog current is simply lack of sufficient time, but I can make the time.  The part of blogging that is really time consuming is trying to figure out what to share publicly and what should be kept private.  I mean, I want to be as transparent as possible here, but I don't need to air ALL my frustrations, disappointments and failings... for people in Malaysia to read.  (Seriously, it is so weird to see where some of the views originate.  Lately it has been South Korea and Saudi Arabia and Germany.)


I need to start giving, throwing and selling again, too.  I don't know if I can do something every single day, but I definitely need to start divesting again.  There's plenty in my classroom alone to keep me busy for a while.

Speaking of selling ... Melissa worked out a deal to sell Thing #227: our old king size bed.  I cannot tell you how much I miss that bed!  There is nothing quite like King Size - especially when you're 6'4".  The folks who rented our house are moving out now and heading back into their newly renovated home next door.  They got used to that bed and want to take it with them when they go. 

When we moved in with Melissa's mom last August, we borrowed a full size bed from Melissa's aunt because our new bedroom was going to be SMALL - built for a twin size at best.  Well, transitioning from King to Full was no small task and the next thing you knew, I was sleeping on an air mattress in the basement most nights! 

Not so good.

A few weeks after Christmas, my mom gave us her Queen size when she downsized to Full.  And we gladly took it.  (Thanks, mom!) Now we are able to sleep quite a bit better but there is literally a mere 14 inch clearance to the wall on Melissa's side and 18 on mine to the dresser.  (And when I use the word "literally", I mean that I literally went into the room just now with a tape measure and measured.)  At the foot of the bed we have 60 inches to the closet.  Literally. 

I don't know why I am telling you all this, except to say that none of it matters ultimately because - surprisingly - I have apparently "learned the secret of being content in any and every situation" (Phil 4:12).  Life is upside down and less than comfortable right now, but something (or rather, Someone) has me happier than I think I've ever been.

I would tell you what it is but ... it's a secret.  Guess you have to figure it out for yourself if you haven't already...