Isaiah 40:6b-8 (ESV) All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. 7 The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it; surely the people are grass. 8 The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.
A three-berry pie from Costco had been cut into and the chips had been poured into the bowl. With the push of the button, the coffee began brewing, pervading its aroma into the living space that had been prepped for Dad's first men's study with members of the setup team. Pastor Wayne would introduce each section of the six-week study via video on how to become a dream releaser, helping others realize the dreams God had innately planted into their lives. Dad would facilitate the questions from the booklet provided. Now he awaited their arrival, unsure of how many would come in response to his invitation.
Brady came early and easily fell into tech talk rhythm with dad. Three more arrived just before the 7:00 pm start time with snacks in hand. I heard my mother in me as I chided, "No need to bring anything next time, just come!" I served the pie and coffee, and Jen made a cordial hello before we retreated to our rooms to enjoy the pie ourselves and to allow them full reign to share freely with each other. I sat in the room and, during a commercial break of the last episode of CSI, prayed for the men and for the study, grateful that God had remembered how good Dad could be at stimulating deeper discussion. I felt that he had a teaching gift. In seminary, he taught a group of college students in Sunday School at Lakeside Japanese Church in Chicago. I used to sit in his class and watch him take their questions and draw them into deeper aspects of theological thought. Years after his stint as interim pastor at Ewa Community Church, one of the young men, who was a college student during that time, stopped me to convey that Dad had provided the clearest explanation of a theological concern he had been struggling with during those college years. It had made a difference, he said, because he had become a pastor. Please thank him for me were his parting words.
It makes me wonder if God would open Dad's heart to a Bible Study ministry of his own, one directed at opening up the Word of God in new ways for the men on his setup team. His training in audio at KITV had laid the foundation for his capability in mentoring others in sound techniques. Now at 70, he had noted it was time to step back from setup because of his decreasing physical stamina. Emotionally, though, I know Dad still wants to be connected in some way to the team…it is his lifeline to New Hope. The weeks ahead will provide an inkling as to whether there is a new role for him.
Awaiting a new season for Dad,
Mom
A three-berry pie from Costco had been cut into and the chips had been poured into the bowl. With the push of the button, the coffee began brewing, pervading its aroma into the living space that had been prepped for Dad's first men's study with members of the setup team. Pastor Wayne would introduce each section of the six-week study via video on how to become a dream releaser, helping others realize the dreams God had innately planted into their lives. Dad would facilitate the questions from the booklet provided. Now he awaited their arrival, unsure of how many would come in response to his invitation.
Brady came early and easily fell into tech talk rhythm with dad. Three more arrived just before the 7:00 pm start time with snacks in hand. I heard my mother in me as I chided, "No need to bring anything next time, just come!" I served the pie and coffee, and Jen made a cordial hello before we retreated to our rooms to enjoy the pie ourselves and to allow them full reign to share freely with each other. I sat in the room and, during a commercial break of the last episode of CSI, prayed for the men and for the study, grateful that God had remembered how good Dad could be at stimulating deeper discussion. I felt that he had a teaching gift. In seminary, he taught a group of college students in Sunday School at Lakeside Japanese Church in Chicago. I used to sit in his class and watch him take their questions and draw them into deeper aspects of theological thought. Years after his stint as interim pastor at Ewa Community Church, one of the young men, who was a college student during that time, stopped me to convey that Dad had provided the clearest explanation of a theological concern he had been struggling with during those college years. It had made a difference, he said, because he had become a pastor. Please thank him for me were his parting words.
It makes me wonder if God would open Dad's heart to a Bible Study ministry of his own, one directed at opening up the Word of God in new ways for the men on his setup team. His training in audio at KITV had laid the foundation for his capability in mentoring others in sound techniques. Now at 70, he had noted it was time to step back from setup because of his decreasing physical stamina. Emotionally, though, I know Dad still wants to be connected in some way to the team…it is his lifeline to New Hope. The weeks ahead will provide an inkling as to whether there is a new role for him.
Awaiting a new season for Dad,
Mom