Friday, May 28, 2010

Memorial Weekend

Memorial Day, 2010



I hope everyone enjoys this Memorial Weekend. In honor of those we gratefully remember on Memorial Day, I thought this would be an appropriate post. Many of you may have read this story already as it has made its way through the email chain. It is such a heartwarming story and I hope you all can take the minutes that are needed to read the entire story. This comes from an airline pilot that has a blog named "Fly Guy".

Last month I showed up to start a trip and was approached by a gate agent. “Captain, good morning, I wanted to inform you that we have H.R. on this flight”, she said. H.R. stands for human remains. “Are they military?”, I asked. “Yes”, she said. “Is there and escort?”, I asked. “Yes, I already assigned him a seat”, she said. “Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck, you can board him early”, I said.

A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and with us. “My soldier is on his way back to Virginia”, he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words on his own. I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he has the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.

We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. “I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board”, he said. He then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year-old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait 4 hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia. The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when he asked me if there was anything I could do. “I’m on it”, I said. I told him that I would get back to him.

Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of email like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.

Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher and this following is the text.

“Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family, thanks.”

I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, “You have no idea how much this will mean to them.” Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing.

After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us. “There is a team in place to meet the aircraft”, we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, “Take your time.”

I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, “Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking. I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His name is private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is army sergeant XXXXXXX. Also on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.”

We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft. When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap their hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of “God Bless You, I’m sorry, Thank you, Be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with the loved one lost.

I never did see the family. Another soldier died, another family grieved and we did what we could. That is the way it works sometimes. I get a call from the cabin and we work as a team to do what we can. That day everybody from the flight crew, to the operations center, to the 184 passengers on board, we did what we could. Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I made. They were just words, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring that soldier back. I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this day and the sacrifices that millions of men and women have made to ensure our freedom, safety, and the right to live a good life.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Stability

I have been waiting to write a devotion on "Stability". Every month a woman from Proverbs 31 invites women to share their thoughts on a specific topic. I knew that this month the key word was stability, but somehow I missed the deadline. It's a good thing I did, because the more I focused on stability, the more I realized that I don't naturally have much...if any!

I knew the verses that I wanted to reflect on...verses from Psalm 62:

My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
He is my fortress, I will never be shaken.

Those thoughts are a recurring theme in this Psalm as well as many of the other Psalms written by David. I found it interesting that David often refers to God as both a rock and as a fortress. So I tried to look up a picture of a rock or a fortress and stumbled across this product called, appropriately enough, "Fortress Rock"! Here is their ad:


It's such a tiny picture and I didn't really think much about it...until...
until I saw the before and after pictures!


Before


After


And that's when I realized what I have because of Christ...

I'm very much like the "before" picture. Left to my own crazy thoughts and schemes, my life sort of erodes all over the place. Christ has given my life stability. He really is my rock, my fortress, my stability.

In reflecting on this, I have thankfully come to realize that stability is not up to me. It is a gracious gift that is given to me because of Christ. The more I trust Him, the more I grow in my relationship with Him, the more of His stability is reflected in my life.

Maybe that is why Christ was born in a "stable"...a play on words, I know...but how thankful I am that when I was given "new life" ("reborn"), the Christ of the stable gave my life what it sorely needed...stability!

Thank You, Father, that You are my Saviour from sin. Thank You that You are also my rock, my Protector, my peace, my joy, my hope... and my stability! I love You, Lord!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Here Comes Summer!!!!

Hmmm....I was thinking summer haze...but the more I think about it, this picture of a summer maze may be more appropriate!
Summer is quickly approaching and before it gets here, I have so much to do that it sort of feels like I'm in a haze, walking through a maze!!!!
My GED student passed all of his tests and graduated! I am so proud of Jordan and his "I'm NOT going to give up" spirit!!!! The journey was not often easy, but he made it to the finish line and a whole new future is waiting for him!
Next week, I will bring four more of my students across the finish line as we "finish" our studies for the summer. All of the families have asked me to continue teaching their children for the next school year. What an honor!
I was also contacted by a very unique school to teach high school English for the Fall. It would be for two sections of 12th grade British Lit. What makes this school so different, is that it is very focused on preparing the students for success at the college level. Students attend classes only three days a week. On Tuesday and Thursday they complete their weekly homework assignments. I have had two interviews with them and I would LOVE to teach there, but it would mean giving up some of my other students. And so I am in the process of seeking God's guidance in making the best decision.
Tomorrow I will fly to Chicago and drive back to Houston with our daughter, Elise. She just finished her third year of college and we are sooooooo proud of her. She transferred to a college so far from home where she knew no one PLUS it was in the cold, cold NORTH (and Elise is VERY much a Southern Belle!) But she excelled in her classes, made lots of new friends, and kind of likes snow (although she would probably NEVER admit it!).
So...road trip, final week of classes, set up summer tutoring schedule, decide on jobs for the fall...
Summer, here I come!

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Insurance or Assurance?


Today I was looking over all the junk emails that somehow find their way to our computer. It takes a lot of time to sit and click those things away, doesn't it!!! Before deleting a particular one from today's long list, however, I took the time to look at it. It was an email for insurance. I looked at this particular email because I am on the lookout for some better car insurance.


Insurance. Yuck!! It sort of leaves a bad taste in my mouth. After we lost our home and possessions in Katrina, we felt we would be ok because we had insurance. We quickly learned that was not the case. Seemed like the insurance companies looked for any excuse NOT to honor the home owner policies.


After that brief encounter with junk mail this morning led me to start singing an old hymn written by one of my heroes of the faith, Fanny Crosby. The song is Blessed Assurance. As I sang, I wondered about the difference between insurance and assurance. So, I looked into it...


My handy-dandy computer dictionary gave me these definitions:


Assurance is


  • pledge or promise: a declaration that inspires or is intended to inspire confidence

  • confidence: confidence in personal ability or status

  • certainty: freedom from uncertainty

Insurance is


  • financial protection against loss or harm: an arrangement by which a company gives customers

  • financial protection against loss or harm such as theft or illness in return for payment premium


While I know I need insurance to live and function legally in the USA, as I think of the two definitions and what they offer, my heart is much more drawn to the word assurance.


Insurance - the kind I need for health, home, and car - no longer gives me any confidence. Seems whenever we submit a claim, it is denied or it is paid but the premium goes up!


So for me, these two words can't be used interchangeable, as one dictionary suggested. My insurance does NOT give me assurance.


Assurance? That comes from knowing Christ! He's the only One I know that has an unbroken track record of faithfulness when it comes to promises!!


It really is bless-ed, isn't it? It's WONDERFUL to be lost in His love!!!



Hymn lyrics


Blessèd assurance, Jesus is mine!

O what a foretaste of glory divine!

Heir of salvation, purchase of God,

Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.


Perfect submission, perfect delight,

Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;

Angels descending bring from above

Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.


Perfect submission, all is at rest

I in my Savior am happy and blest,

Watching and waiting, looking above,

Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Fortune Cookie or Joel?

A friend of mine had such an interesting blog about Joel Osteen. For those of you who don't recognize that name, Joel Osteen is a very prominent preacher here in Houston. He is the senior pastor of a huge mega-church and their services are held in a former pro-basketball arena.

Joel is also seen by millions on television. He has vast appeal because what he preaches is a "Feel Good" gospel. He starts every service with a joke. He wants everyone in his audience to feel happy, upbeat, and positive. Because of this, he never talks about sin.

Some people say that he preaches a "cotton candy" theology...meaning it's good, but it's not nutritious. Joel often states that he doesn't care for theology. He thinks that people today want advice on how to cope rather than learning theology.

Ummm... last time I looked, the word "theology" simply means "knowledge of God". Forgive me, but I don't understand...does Osteen REALLY believe that people don't want to know about God, they just want to know how to live and cope in today's world??? I don't understand the disconnect.

Anyways, here are saying that my friend posted. He wants to know if you can tell if they are from a fortune cookies, or from Joel Osteen. Take the quiz and the answers are posted at the bottom. Let me know how y'all did!!!


Question One
"Happiness is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it."


Question Two
"Do all you can to make your dreams come true."


Question Three
"Take time to make a difference. Think about how you can make somebody else's life better."

Question Four
"Avoid focusing on the negative aspects of the past."


Question Five
"You have something to offer that nobody else can give!"


Question Six
"When you can't naturally feel upbeat, it can sometimes help to act as if you did."


Question Seven
"To affirm is to make firm."


Question Eight
"Relationships are more important than our accomplishments."


Question Nine
"Somebody needs your encouragement. Somebody needs to know that you believe in them."


Question Ten
"The best things in life aren't things."


Question Eleven
"You will produce what you're continually seeing in your mind."


Question Twelve
"Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant."


*****

1. FC
2. JO
3. JO
4. FC
5. JO
6. FC
7. FC
8. JO
9. JO
10. FC
11. JO
12. FC

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Overcome

Today a friend of mine posed this question on her blog: "Are you overcoming or overcome?"
Honestly, today I'm overcome. Tomorrow I hope things will look brighter, but today, I'm just plain overcome.
When I feel like this, I try my best to remember Who is in control. One song that expresses this thought is His Eye is On the Sparrow. So I'm playing this song for me today, and if any of you are going through hard times, I pray that this song and the truth of this song will encourage your heart as well! Hugs...

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day or Mothers Day??



Tonight, on our local news, they closed the broadcast with a picture of this swan and her babies. They told a little story about how the swan had found a home at a local pond, had made friends with the locals, and how the swan family made everyone feel so warm inside to know she had safely seen her babies into this world and now delights in swimming with them in the pond. They concluded the story with a tie-in to Mother's Day and wished all the Mothers in the viewing area - swans included - a happy Mother's Day.



Nice story! Unless you live in our subdivision. Like in the news story, we also have ponds. Instead of swans, however, we have ducks. This Spring, one of the ducks laid eggs. Lots of them!!! Funny thing, though, she didn't lay her eggs anywhere near the pond. Nope. This duck laid them in the middle of the road, so to speak. The entrance to our neighborhood had a median that divides the north traffic from the south traffic. The median is a rather lush area decorated with trees and flowers. This is where our neighborhood duck laid her eggs. People entering or exiting the subdivision would slow down to get a look at mother duck and her silent brood. Some people went overboard. They brought the Momma bowls of water. They even brought her salad! Then, someone put up a sign to remind the yardmen not to disturb the Momma's nest. The whole neighborhood waited for the pitter-pat of little webbed feet. But sadly, it was not to be. One day, the eggs were gone. The ducks were gone. No explanation...just gone.

I write this to remind us all that Mother's Day means different things to different people. Some Mothers today will be forgotten. Today will be a sad day for them as they wait, hoping to hear from a son or a daughter, but the call or card never happens.


For others. they think of the babies that would have/could have made them a Mother. They think of the baby that they gave up for adoption. They think of the baby that they lost due to miscarriage. They think of the baby that they aborted. To these women, Mother's Day means a whole lot more that what a Hallmark card can begin to express.


We all know mothers like Mrs. Swan. But I hope that today we don't forget about Mrs. Duck...the mother that waited patiently, did all the right things, but never got to swim in the pond with her babies.



Saturday, May 8, 2010

Shrubs vs. Trees

A friend of mine from "She Speaks" has a give-a-way! Visit her blog by connecting to the link below, and you may be the winner!

http://titus24u.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-give-away.html

And in other news, I've been trying to be more like a tree and less like a shrub!

Look at Jeremiah 17:

5 This is what the Lord says: “Cursed are those who put their trust in mere humans, who rely on human strength and turn their hearts away from the Lord. 6 They are like stunted shrubs in the desert, with no hope for the future. They will live in the barren wilderness, in an uninhabited salty land.
7 “But blessed are those who trust in the Lord and have made the Lord their hope and confidence. 8 They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit.




It's so easy and so natural to rely on what we see, to rely on our own human strength. But God's Word always warns us that we weren't meant to handle this life on our own. His desire is for us to rely and trust in Him.




Don't misinterpret this thought. The Bible does NOT say we are to sit around and do nothing and hope God takes care of everything. But neither is their a verse in Scripture that says, "God helps those who help themselves".




It's so easy , when life is uncertain, to run to friends for comfort - to place our hope and confidence in what they might say.




But God desires for us to first go to Him. Yes, he has given us friends and mates to confide in and to go to for help and guidance. But ultimately, He desires for us to find our confidence in Him alone. When we do, several wonderful things happen:



  • We see God reveal Himself to us. We are allowed to see His character.


  • When we learn that our God is trustworthy, our confidence in Him grows.


  • Because we are "abiding in Him", we are going to start growing what the Bible calls the "fruit of the Spirit".

God wants His children to develop Godly character. He wants us to be like strong trees, not little shrubs. When was the last time you had a picnic under a shrub? When was the last time you enjoyed relaxing under the shade a magnificent shrub?

And so, yet again our family is facing uncertainty. I won't go into all the specifics, but during this process, during these days of instability, I really want to stay away from "shrub thinking"!!! And if I am to be "tree-like" in my outlook, I choose the magnolia tree! They are blooming here in Texas and are absolutely beautiful!





Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Precious

Yesterday got me thinkin' about some of my favorite teaching experiences. I wish I would have kept a journal over the years because I know many of the things that occurred are no longer occasions that I remember. But the memories that I do have, I savor.

One special memory that I have is rather bitter sweet. It happened at Pascogoula High School where I taught English. All of my life I had either attended or taught in a private school. It wasn't until 2004 that I interviewed and was accepted to teach in a public school. I didn't know if I could do it...teach in a public school. But when all is said and done, I think It was a wonderful fit for me . It just felt like God had called me to serve Him at PHS.

Maybe you've never heard of Pascagoula. Or maybe you heard about it because of Ray Steven's song. The Mississippi Squirrel Revival sort of put Pascagoula on the map and elevated it to cult status. Here's the song in case you want to listen:



Pascagoula is a wonderful Southern town located on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi. It is a town of extremes. It has it's beautiful mansions that dot the coastline, but it is also home to the poorest of the poor. Another claim to fame is that it is home to Senator Trent Lott. He attended Pascagoula High School and would often visit and give a talk to the students whenever he was in town.

I taught a variety of students at PHS, but, as time passed, it was obvious that I was the teacher that they could rely on to reach out to those students that were floundering. Students that had failed the State test for English over and over and over again...those were the students I was assigned. And you know what? I LOVED that challenge. Teaching them to write a proper essay, getting them to read and understand Shakespeare, just getting them to stay awake long enough to read ANYTHING...well, let's just say it was never boring!

I had a student that hated me. Absolutely HATED me. Until one night he was out with his friends and a car pulled up to his. Out of nowhere, a gun was fired. There was my student, suddenly holding a dying friend in his lap. I was the teacher he cried with. No 17 year old should have to experience what he went through.

I can't tell you how many of my students were already parents. Often when one or two would put their head down in class, another student would whisper to me that it was because they had been up all night with a sick baby.

One student I'll never forget was "Precious". Let's just say that her personality did not match her name. She was tough with a capital "T". Half the time she missed class, and the other half she spent ignoring me. Often she would raise her hand just so she could entertain the class with inappropriate stories about the police coming to her house or her father being taken to jail. One time during the winter I was out for four days in a row due to bronchitis. It was my first day back and Precious raised her hand as soon as I got the class settled down. I really wasn't ready to hear one of her distracting stories, but I let her speak.

"Where was you, Miss S? I heard you was sick and me and my daddy been prayin' for you."

I lost track of Precious after that year. And then one day she appeared at my door at the end of the school day. We sat and talked and caught up. Then she told me she was pregnant. She was excited about the baby and tried her best to convince me that life was never better.

I walked her to my classroom door and watched her walk down the empty hallway. I stopped her about halfway.

"Precious?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Precious, do you remember when I was sick and you told me you and your daddy prayed for me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, I just want you to know that now it's my turn to pray for you, ok?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

And I watched her turn the corner and walk out of sight. I never saw Precious again. Her baby is probably in Kindergarten by now.

Tonight I will say a prayer for Precious and thank Him again for the wonderful students He allowed to cross my path at Pascagoula High School.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Appreciation


"A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops." -Henry Adams
Today, May 4, is Teacher Appreciation Day. Did you know that? I had no idea that Congress voted for this special day way back in 1980. I was teaching in 1980. I don't remember being appreciated. Oops...that sounds terrible, doesn't it?
As a teacher, many of my students have shown their appreciation in many, many touching ways. I've had yearbooks dedicated to me, special letters of recognition, as well as untold notes and messages from students and parents (and even from a few grandparents!). But what I don't remember is celebrating one special day where I was shown appreciation. Until...
Until I resumed teaching in the late 1990's. I was in the dark. I had no earthly idea that in the 15 years that I had been absent from the world of teaching, that teacher's all across our country waited in eager anticipation for May 4. I had no idea that during the first week of May, PTA's went into overdrive. They sent out a "secret" letter to all parents. Every day of the week was something special. One day, every student was asked to bring one flower. Another day, each child was asked to bring the teacher a special snack. On and on it continued, until the culmination on Friday. On that day we were given a special gift. Pretty nice! And pretty overwhelming! Most students didn't bring just one flower. By 9 a.m. on the designated flower day, I would often have 27 floral bouquets and not enough vases! My room looked and smelled like a funeral parlor. Same thing on "Snack Day". I really could have opened my own concession stand and made a healthy profit from all the candy I received.
While this was all very nice, I think I would feel more appreciated if it came randomly and from the heart. Like maybe a parent just tapping me on the shoulder at a basketball game and letting me know that their son or daughter suddenly understood verbs or finally found the joy of reading.
Today I went to work. No flowers. No cards. Not even one candy bar. But C did his homework all by himself even though he didn't want to! And O wrote out 12 sentences correctly. And when it was time to start the school day and I asked them to get out their Bible books, C lit up and said, "Yeah!!"
They didn't gush all over me about what a great teacher I am...they didn't have to...just to see their little eyes light up over what they had achieved with last night's homework and the pure joy they had over beginning a new day...for this teacher, that was all the appreciation I needed!
Thanks C. Thanks O and L and M. Because of students like you, I had the BEST Teacher Appreciation Day ever!!!!!