Morning Sunrise

IMAG0037 This is the spot to see the sunrise. Hope to make it this year to get a new picture.

 

 

God has made a home in the heavens for the sun.

It bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding.

It rejoices like a great athlete eager to run the race. Psalm 19: 4-5

It has been thirteen years since I trained for and rode in the MS 150 bike-a-thon. I miss those rides and the camaraderie of training with with my friend Mark and others. In preparing for that ride, I rose up early one morning, put my headlight on my bike and took off for my favorite training ride, Lookout Mountain. It’s eleven miles from my door to the gate pillars at the base of the mountain. That makes for a great warm up before a great climb of four and a half miles. There are other great training rides on the west side of Denver that longer and include some quad killing hill climbs. Those are ok, but if you can time it just right and reach the east side of Lookout just as the sun is breaking the eastern plains, it really brings to life the passage above. I encourage all of my fellow cyclists to enjoy this ride. Fortunately before sunrise there is not not much traffic either on the roads or the mountain and the descent is a blast.

 

Thanks for perusing,

 

Gary

Enel’s Salad Hands

This is a story of beginnings. Both for my family and a young foreign student named Enel. As many of you know, we are the parents of three boys and outside of Kristin, we have never had the experience of a female staying in our home for a long period of time. Enel is the oldest of four daughters and grew up in a small village in Estonia. She came to live with us last August for her last year of college. How she came to live in our home is a subject for another story. She came to us sort of shy, very quiet and with her boyfriend, Sean (but he did not live with us). He did show up at the house a lot and sometimes late at night. Watching the interaction between the two, I could tell that she did not have much experience with boys. Fortunately for Enel, my youngest son Dylan and I had plenty of experience with boys. We showed her how a young man should treat a lady. We gave her lots of privacy, but also how to stand up for herself. We even made sure that when Sean would come to pick her up he always came to the door. I don’t think that we ever left the toilet seat up, at least not on purpose.  I think she learned her lessons well.

It was a fun eleven months watching Enel grow into poised young woman even though she ate some odd things like salads and some kind of smelly fish. She would haul her food up the stairs and lay it all out on the counter and begin to assemble her meals. She loved her salads and would even put salad stuff into the blender for her morning smoothie. And during this time, we watched as Sean and Enel grew in their relationship and got engaged. So now Enel has graduated from college and has thrown herself into full blown wedding mode. There are wedding things (glue guns, craft things, spray paint, table center pieces) everywhere. If it could be associated with the wedding it was in our house. Pressures were mounting, patience was being tested and Enel had to use all that Dylan and I taught her during the last few weeks. It was truly a sight to behold.

Now we come to the next beginning. Sean and Enel had a cool website for their wedding where we found the gift registry pages. As we were looking over the items I saw that they had picked out “salad hands”. The picture was rather small, so we decided to go to the store and look at them. Here is the picture that I took while in the store. A pair of bamboo, machine cut, boring looking hands. There were six pairs on the rack and everyone of them looked the same. I knew that they would work fine, but not for Enel. This was a girl who packed up, left her family, came to America and ate so much salad that she would wear out a pair of these hands in no time. I could not buy them for Sean and Enel.

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These kids needed something just for them.  So I told Kristin that I would make them a pair.

Custom Salad Hands            image

So I did and I’m actually using them as a launching pad for another section of this blog  called “Stuff I build”. Over the next couple of days my middle son, Collin, will be taking pictures of items that I have built over the years and posting them to the site. These are all hand tooled using re-purposed wood. These hands are made from pecan cut out of a headboard  given to me a few years ago. The black wood is Ebony and the white letters are Holly  inlaid into the Ebony. Sean and Enel are currently on their honeymoon and do not have a clue about any of this, but I do hope that they will get many years of salads out of these hands.

Thanks for perusing,

Gary

God’s precious gifts.

I had a dream the other night that actually woke me up. I had dreamed that I did wake up but had lost all six of my senses. You may be saying “Gary, you only have five senses: hearing, touch, taste, sight, and smell”. You are right but I believe that common sense is just as important as the other five. More on that later.

Can you imagine the impact on my life if the dream were true? I would not be able to taste or smell my coffee or even know if it were hot. I’m not even sure if I could find my cup or would know when it was against my lips. In my life, this would a bad thing.

Now, think about a young mother with a newborn baby and the ramifications of not having her senses as she tries to nurture her child. How lost would she be in a world like that?

But now consider, without our senses, we would not smell the “aroma of Christ”  in our fellow Christians (2 Corinthians 2:15). We could not touch the hands of Christ as he wants us to (Luke 24:39). We could not “hear what God says” (John 8:47). We could not “taste and see that the Lord is good” (Psalms 34:8). And in Proverbs 3:21-26, Solomon encourages us not to ” lose sight of common sense and discernment”. I’ll address that sense in a later post.

God has given us these precious gifts to use for him and others. Yet too many times we complain about a variety of things that have no bearing on life here and eternity later but are just baggage that we carry through life.  I would say that we should be grateful that we can worship him with ALL the gifts he has given to us.

Just my rambles,

Gary

It’s the mileage

image_2  So I decided that I would get back on my bike and join the assault on Mount Evans with some guys from my church. I basically stopped riding 13 years ago so that I could engage with my 3 boys on their journey to manhood. Now that my youngest is “ready” for college, I knew now was my time to once again tackle the hill. I started riding (about five weeks before the ascent) and (was) keeping track of the miles and what food to eat and so on. The problem was that while I was putting on some good miles they were not really the right kind of miles for a ride of 28 miles sustained uphill riding. I realized that what I had done was not working. Deep down in my body was “The Zone”, but I couldn’t find it. I had been like a college kid cramming for a final in a class that he had not been to all semester. Relying on things he had studied in high school and hoping that it would help now. That’s how I felt yesterday. I know that hills are a cyclist’s friend, but I had failed to do enough of them. Actually it was worse than that. I really failed to do something everyday to keep this body that God gave me in shape. Or at least in better shape than I had kept it.

So that got me to pondering about things. Sometimes when I ponder too much I lose track and then rant. Yesterday though, my pondering took me to how do go through life. Do we choose to not do anything that would challenge us? Do we ride, but only on nice hard flat surfaces? Do we wait until everything is just right before we begin? Do we give up when the wind blows? The apostle Paul tells us that life will be difficult when we choose to live it for Jesus. Those years of engaging my boys for their journey taught me a lot about how hard life can be when you want to glorify God with it. The challenges of being a Godly father when society says that men are not necessary are real and hard and are meant to be taken head on everyday. That is the mileage that really counts.

 

Just my rambles,

Gary