Vision and Mission

We arrived in Missouri to work at Whetstone Therapeutic School and Ranch in late March of this year. During this time I find myself thinking about vision and mission statements more than ever. What are they and do they ever get changed or revised. Which one is easier to fulfill? Do individuals, couples or families need one or both? Are they a chain of bondage or a road map for life’s journey?

We had a vision for our boys for the kind of men we dreamed they would be when each reached adulthood. The vision drove the mission to raise them. Most times they challenged the mission and we made some adjustments but only within what we believed the vision would allow. We also had times of celebration and vision casting at certain times in their growing up years. It wasn’t always easy but now they’re all adults and living lives of service to their respective communities (and are out of our house).

So, what does this have to do with our present situation? In 2008, Brandon Maxwell and Jeremy Thompson (Whetstone founders) were fundraising at our church and mentioned this role of grandparents. There was not a space for it to be checked on the postcard so Kristin wrote it in. The journey of vision was cast that night that sometime in the future we would move to wherever Whetstone was, we would move there and serve for two years in the role for grandparent. This was before Whetstone was a reality and just a vision for them. So here we are living in Missouri and finding that the God’s vision for us was much larger than ours. And his vision and calling would stretch us far beyond what we thought we had the strength for.

How do we craft a mission statement for a God sized vision and still fulfill the existing mission statement of the ranch . For me it’s one small statement at a time instead of one big all encompassing one. We are here to work for and to help Whetstone. That includes the residents and their families, the facility, the staff and their children, the board, the program, fundraising and local churches/community members that help support the Ranch.

The focus of this post is the fundraising portion. As I have said in earlier posts, I love to ride my bike and want to use this passion to raise money for Whetstone. Last month I was privileged to be back in Colorado for the Stonewall Century in La Veta and the money raised was designated to help pay for a new air conditioner. This month I will be riding in St Charles Missouri and next month I will be riding in Springfield. The plan is to ride either a metric century (62.2 miles) or a full century (100) every month that we are here. The goal is to reach $4000 for the Ranch to fund some specific areas.

Wood shop $1500 (additional tools and supplies)

Office remodel for new therapist $2000

Air conditioner $500

I am asking you to join me as I ride for Whetstone and give for any of these areas. You can visit the website: https://secure.qgiv.com/event/garcenrid/

Thanks for perusing,

 

Gary

Pure Freedom

So this week I’m out riding my mountain bike instead of the road bike. It had a flat and I didn’t want to take the time to fix it. Anyway, I’m out close to Morrison Colorado and riding up the hill toward I-70 but I’m going to turn right before I get up there. It’s about a 3 mile climb on a narrow rode with plenty of car traffic. Who could not love this scenerio. As I’m pedaling up the hill I’m thinking about this blog post and writing it in my head. I’m thinking that riding my bike is very close to building something with hand tools in my shop. I am providing all of the power, getting stronger and better everyday. It was one of those ah ha moments, not quite a V-8 moment but close. When I’m riding my mountain bike, I’m free to go a lot of places that I can’t go on my road bike. That is freedom. I can do things with my hand tools that I can’t do with power tools. It is also easier to do things in different places with the hand tools. If I want to work on my back porch or out in the yard in the shade, I can just take my portable bench out there and work away. I don’t have to worry about stringing a cord or getting a hernia carrying heavy power tools out there. Then, there is the “green factor”. I had no idea how environmentally friendly I was for all of these years, either by pedalling my bikes or pushing my hand tools across a piece of wood all the while consuming “Little Debbies” oatmeal cookies for fuel.

So not being tied to an extension cord or a gas pump is pure freedom to me.

Thanks for perusing,

Gary

Growing Old Pains

Kristin and I facilitate a money management course at our church and we tell folks who are trying to get out of debt to be patient. Few people get into debt overnight, so it takes a while to get out of it. The same goes with trying to get back into shape and losing weight. I’ve been able to ride over 500 miles since the middle of May and I’m still feeling some pain in my legs and a lot of pain in the back side area. I know that I’ve probably pushed too hard, but that seductress of memory keeps forcing herself upon me. A friend of mine said that growing old is not for the weak so buck it up. As in financial matters, it is truly better to do something bit by bit than to try and do it all at once especially when you’re older. So pay attention young people.

 

Thanks for perusing,

 

Gary

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

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