Archery

Archery: the sport, practice, or skill of using a bow to propel arrows; from the Latin arcus. Historically used for hunting and combat. Traditional bows are drawn by pulling the string directly back. The archer looks down the length of the arrow to carefully aim and draws the arrow back as far as possible. The archer releases the arrow and it flies through the air toward the target.
Childhood and youth are a lot like that bow and arrow. Parents strive to teach the child and raise them up to be successful. Children must learn how to win and how to lose. They learn to work and to get along with others. They learn compassion. They learn values. Each lesson draws the arrow back further. In school the child learns skills to make them more successful. They learn the 3 Rs,  history, teamwork, leadership, and many other skills. By the end of high school the arrow is well drawn and the aim is true. The string is released and the young adult is ready to fly. Some things cause the arrow not to be fully drawn. The youth drops out of school or takes a Wrong path. The target is missed. Kids seldom understand and youth believe they are ready to fly. But they need to stick with it to the end and wait to be released. Then they can really fly.
Psalm 127: 4-5
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them

Animal Wrongs

On Recent trip to a local farm supply store I spotted several people entering the store with dogs. I have watched reality shows and seen the stars sneaking animals into their hotel rooms. Service animals are going everywhere from nursing homes and schools to chemo labs to comfort people. This is all still a bit strange to me. When I was a kid I only knew two people who kept a dog in the house.  I knew one other family that had cats in the house.  It just did not seem as common as it is today.  We never had pets in the house.  We did have two dogs along the way, but both were outside dogs.  And back then most pets stayed at home unless they were farm dogs or hunting dogs.  But things changed over the years. I see pets everywhere. And I have a favorite dog though he is not mine.  I like dogs and would not mind having one of my own.  I understand all my cousins and friends who have animals and love those animals.  Animals are great.  But we have gone beyond that.  Animals are now allowed in lots of places.  The dogs I have seen are not service dogs.  Pets go shopping, to emergency shelters, to hotels, and anywhere else the owners can take them. A few years ago I saw an animal brought into a restaurant. The owners were asked to remove the animal.  But I am not sure that would happen today. And people sneak their pets in where they are not allowed.  Most of this would not bother me.  Except my mother is very allergic to all these animals.  A hug from someone who held their cat before leaving their house can put her in the hospital with pneumonia. The same thing happens if she is in close proximity to an animal or where an animal has been. If we were caught in a disaster and had to evacuate to an emergency shelter full of animals, my mother would likely not survive.  Her allergies are too severe.  But people put their right to have animals ahead of her right to breathe and live.  We will have to stop attending the extended family Christmas gathering because everyone feels the need to bring their dog.  We take our chances going to a hotel because we do not know if the previous occupant brought in an animal.  If we go to a store and other people bring animals, we have to leave.  My mother cannot even go visit my brother because they keep cats in their house.  She has tried the allergy shots.  Other allergies are improved, but animals remain high.  I am not against people having pets.  If my mother were not allergic, I might have a pet.  But I do object to the extremely low value they put on my mother's life.  Pets are left home alone when people go to work and school. It is possible to leave them home occasionally. But the rights of pets and pet owners now trump my Mother's right to breathe. So we will stay home from the store.  We will stop attending family Christmas.  We will not visit my brother.  We will be isolated because of your choices. You say "no offense," but we are offended.  And no offense but  your pet is not allowed in my house. My Mother would have to leave while we thoroughly cleaned and recleaned.  Do not be offended when we decline your invitations. We cannot risk pneumonia. No offense.  But your pet cannot come near my Mother.

YOLO

YOLO - You Only Live Once.  I have heard this so many times.  And I usually dread what comes next.  The next thing that happens is not going to be good.  Usually it's a rationalization for a bad decision.  I only have x amount of dollars left and I have bills to pay, but I really want this special item.  YOLO and buy it.  I know this is dangerous, but it looks fun.  YOLO.  I know the consequences could change my life forever.  YOLO.  I do not know who invented the term.  But I do know people use it to make BAD decisions. What would be wrong with using it to apply for that job you have always wanted?  YOLO.  I've always wanted to go on a mission trip.  YOLO.  Use it to give yourself extra courage for that good decision.  Use it to push yourself towards positive steps in your life.  Use it for good.

An Army of Crumbs

The Crumbs were in chaos.  They were cooking supper and everyone wanted to stir the pot.  The crumbs were fighting over the spoon and the pot was bubbling away unstirred.  The food was already burning and sticking to the bottom of the pot.  This was unusual.  The crumbs had a system for dividing up the work.  One gathers the supplies.  One mixes the ingredients.  One stirs the pot.  One sets the table.  But over time they had come to believe that stirring the pot was the most important job.  Now everyone one wanted to stir and the other jobs were going undone.  If this continued the food would burn and everyone would go hungry.  This had happened once before when most of the food gatherers had decided their job was most important.  They recruited the others to help gather and no one was left to mix, stir, or set the table. 
No army survives without all of the necessary parts.  Someone has to lead the army. Others have to be in charge of carrying out tasks.  Others have to do the grunt work.  Some have to be in charge of supplies.  Cooks are necessary.  MPs keep things in order.  Medical corps takes care of everyone.  It's the same with any group.  A church, a school, a major corporation, or a civic group.  If everyone is a leader, then they just end up fighting and no one gets any work done.  All of the parts are important. And the very thing that is important to the group in one situation can be irritating in another situation.   Leaders can be bossy, but they are used to stepping in and imposing order where there is none.  Followers can be indecisive.  But it's part of their willingness to follow someone else's lead.  So why is it today that everyone thinks their way is the only way.  Some people think business is all important while others are into civil rights.  Some think we need higher academics in the school while others think we need stronger vocational programs.  And everyone is so passionate about this that they pursue it at all costs.  We have war between sides and no cooperation. Republicans and Democrats used to be able to work together on things and get things done.  No more. Civic groups used to be able to accomplish things.  No more.  Churches used to be able to run the business side of things and the ministry side of things while maintaining peace.  No more.  How long will it be before we see that both sides are important and necessary?  Everyone has a part.  And if any part is left out, then everyone misses out. 

Though the fig tree withers, Yet I willl Trust Him

"God, in all my endeavors, give me enough failure to keep my hand clenched in yours and enough success to always remind me you are on my side." It happens all the time.  The door opens and someone steps confidently into a room or out into the world.  Everyone turns to look and that person strides on with confidence slightly noticing the envious stares.  It's going to be a good day.  Then finally someone works up the nerve to tell them about the toilet paper stuck to their shoe and streaming behind them.  Or maybe to tell her her skirt is stuck in her pantyhose.  Perhaps his zipper is down or his pants are ripped.  The confidence suddenly escapes only to be replaced with mortal embarrassment.
People everyday pour their hearts into projects only to have their efforts fall short.  It's easy to begin with great ideals and visions of what will be.  But as we go the road gets rougher.  As time goes on we grow tired.  A pastor pours his heart into a sermon that puts people to sleep.  A community activist organizes an event that no one attends.  A writer pens a book that sells only a few copies.  An architect designs a building that people think is ugly and worthless.  Their efforts may have been good and well intended.  But there are so many things over which they have no control.  Their confidence is shaken.
"Unless the Lord builds the House, they labor in vain that build it."  I can try all day every day, but I can't make things fall into place.  People in sales can choose a good product and get out and sell.  Sometimes sales are good, sometimes they are not.  Pastors can preach and teach and lead, sometimes folks follow and sometimes they do not.  Teachers can study and plan and build up, sometimes students show up prepared to learn and sometimes they show up on drugs or worn out from the previous night.  Workers at a ski resort can clean and organize and prepare.  It may or may not snow.  People may or may not have the money to go skiiing.  Sometimes we succeed and sometimes we fail.  Successful people have learned how to deal with failure.  We fail, fail again, and fail again.  But we kept getting up and going again until we succeeded.  We didn't quit.  We can't be disheartened by failure.  So many things are out of our control.  Pray and keep praying as we try and keep trying.  When we put our trust in God and realize we are not reponsible for the things not in our control then we can trust that eventually our dreams will come true. 
And so I put my hand in God's hand.  And I know  that as a I meet trials I can keep pushing. And I pour my heart out and give my time to make the best effort I can.  And some will think it's not enough.  But I am responsible only for my efforts.  I am not reponsible for the things I cannot control.  And when things beyond my control fail me, I will trust him more.

It Matters to This One

I remember a trip to the lake quite a few years back.  I was traveling with my parents and brother when my Dad saw a road he'd not seen before.  My Dad is known for exploring dirt roads and always having to see where it goes.  This time we were pulling a boat on a trailer behind the car.  After Dad had done some exploring and we were about to get back on our way Dad noticed the boat was not sitting right on the trailer.  He stopped and got out to investigate.  A bolt had come loose on the trailer causing one of the rails to pop out of place.  Had we gotten on the highway and gone on we likely would have lost the boat in the middle of the road.  Dad found another bolt to replace it and we all got behind the boat and started pushing it back into place so that the bolt could slide in on the trailer.  One simple bolt could have ruined our entire weekend and many trips to come.  It's like breaking a small bone in the foot and hobbling around on crutches.  One little thing breaks and it causes so many other things to topple.  But we see it differently when it comes to fixing things.  I am reminded of the story of the small boy out on the beach filled with starfish.  One by one he would pick up the starfish and toss it back into the water.  There was no way he'd ever be able to make a difference out there.  The job was too big and he couldn't even throw in a fraction of the starfish.  Most of the starfish would simply die there on the beach.  A man watched for awhile then finally approached the boy and asked why he was bothering with his task.  He wasn't going to be able to make a real difference.  All his efforts weren't going to matter to all those starfish dying on the beach.  The boy picked up a starfish and said, "It matters to this one."  Then he tossed it in the water.  Which example fits each of us?  Are we the broken toe that cripples the body?  Or are we the child doing whatever we can to make even a small difference?  Too often I'm afraid I'm the broken toe.  Content to sit where I am and wish there were something more I could do.  I can't feed all the hungry or change the attitudes of the hopeless.  But I can pick up a few cans of food and contribute.  I can encourage one person, smile at one person.  I don't have to be the entire solution.  But I at least need to be part of it.

Photo Challenge Still going

I took photos this week of the old Hotel in town.  Now it's privately owned and people live there.  But historically it was a hotel.  It's a great well preserved building here. 

I also love my new yarn and spindle.  the yarn was hand spun by a very good friend.  I can't wait to learn how to use it.







This is my mother's Christmas tree just before I took it down this year. 

Last is a photo of the fog I had to drive through this morning.  I heard it was

worse to the north.  This photo is looking back toward the Interstate and the town.