Why don’t I feel better? No reason not to…no reason.
Last week my son, Matthew, and I fished with my wonderful guide, Zorba, catching steelhead in the Columbia River and Coho salmon in the Pacific Ocean. We even limited, have filleted the fish and now, that makes me the most popular guy in my neighborhood…delivering salmon fillets for neighbors’ dinners.
Matthew is so pumped about fishing he’s now got Zorba’s contact information. Wow.
I got to preach last weekend in Waco. Never thought that would happen, but it did. The church is Lakewood Christian Church. Told them how important “Lakewood” is to me, because of serving the Lakewood, Colorado United Church of Christ in the 70’s. I realize. This is truth and not fate! Have a chance to preach a second time this Sunday…will narrate the glass-eye-experience with Esther Selk in 1966, the incident that helped shape my ministry. This may be my last sermon. I’m okay with that.
Received some good financial boosting, considerable help, which helps us contribute to What If? Foundation, Margaret Trost’s dream-come-true, feeding and educating hundreds and hundreds of children in Porte Prince, Haiti.
Speaking of shaping ministry, have dreamt a good long time to write a memoir of my life in ordained ministry. I finally did that. Not long, but hopefully deep—16,000 words—will contract with Authorhouse to publish. It is entitled, “Cabin In The Storm”, the cover picture included in this blog.
Also have worked out details to publish my 8th Tricia Gleason novel, “Sparkling Waters,” to hit the market about Thanksgiving. It’s now a wrap, editing completed. Go, Tricia! And, I have the audacity to ask [make that implore] the readers to NOT look at the last 3 chapters. Hey, gotta have a little teasing, right?]
Then, have dates on the calendar to fish—in two weeks, in October and in December…for salmon and steelhead…in Oregon and in Washington. Ah, the sweet life.
Yep, I wish I felt better. But I don’t, even though the previous paragraphs give me nothing but joy.
I know, though, there’s more to life. And right now. Right very now. I ache and pray, even petition God, for my stepson, Jason, to get stronger. His surgery was on January 7 and we just passed August 7. Recovery, although a terrible image, is like that rabbit going ahead of the greyhounds. They don’t catch it. Jason is still limping from the pain and vision problems. Headaches are each day. Sure, the doctors and he and his mother—my beloved, beloved wife, Diane—and I will be in doctor offices.
I know. No one is perfect. I know. No one has life with no bumps or difficulties or complexities.
But now, today I say prayers of thanksgiving for the blessings. But, no less. And more frequently and even deeper I ask God to be with Jason as a healing and strengthening spirit. Please, God, help us!