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A Difficult Transition

Not the most recent photo of the Snodgrass family, but a good one.

Yesterday was a sad day, as it was our pastor’s last Sunday at our church. Rev. (Dr.) Mark Snodgrass has been our pastor for close to 12 years. His children, Paul and Luke, were 4 and 1 when he and Lauren came to Bentonville in January 2011. Now they are teenagers, and this is the only home they know.

Pastoral changes are never easy. I was trying to figure out how many I’ve been through since I’ve been in the Church of the Nazarene. I think it’s around eight, though one of those happened while we were overseas. Mark is the pastor I’ve had longest, which perhaps makes it most difficult.

I haven’t been in any positions of church leadership during Mark’s tenure, as I pulled out of church leadership long ago, believing it wasn’t the ministry I was meant to be in. But as a Life Group leader, I interacted with our lead pastor quite a bit. He came to us right at the time I was starting to self-publish. I gave Mark several of my books. When I published books on Christian topics, I asked for guidance from him about whether my writing was doctrinally sound.

From time to time, I would have lunch with Mark. Once I retired in January 2019, my trips from home to Bentonville greatly reduced but, not having a job to do, I suggested we get together for coffee when I made the 13 mile drive for some purpose and when he had time and I had time. This resulted in us meeting at the Bentonville Library around four times a year. Those were good times. We discussed church topics, politics, social types—just about anything.

In these conversations, it became quite apparent that our politics differed. So did our belief in what I call social styles. Mark is big on community. I’m big on individualism. He’s an extrovert (a social style also called “Expressive”). I’m an introvert (a social style also called analytical). I tend to crave being alone and thrive working by myself.  I embraced self-checkout at Wal-Mart, not because I want to do that work but because that means one less person I need to talk with each time I went shopping. Mark loves to be among people and probably thrives when working in committee. But despite these differences, we became good friends. I will miss these occasional meetings.

We didn’t sell out of the book, but we sold a lot. I increased the print run from what Mark wanted. Turns out he was correct.

In November, 2020, Mark asked if I would write a history of our church’s Centennial. I agreed, and began work in January 2021. I made some amazing discoveries, which I shared with Mark along the way. He seemed pleased with the work I showed him, though some I didn’t tell, but let him see them as posts on the church’s website. The impact of those surprises were good. I don’t think Mark ever felt he made a mistake in his appointment of the “church historian”. That’s the closest I got to church leadership during his pastorate.

Mark has been called to a strong church in the Kansas City area. That’s only four hours away, and Kansas City was once Lynda’s and my home. Is getting together possible sometime in the future? Part of the process of a pastoral change is the letting go. The pastor has to let his/her current church go in order to fully minister to the new church, though of course a pastor never totally forgets those he/she ministers to. But the church also has to let the pastor go, not keep bugging him/her as they seek to acclimate to their new congregation.

The separation is hard, especially after twelve years. But I’ve prayed that God will confirm his call to his new church as he ministers there.

Godspeed Mark, Lauren, Paul, and Luke.

The Best Season of the Year?

Some trees can only be described as spectacular. Photo by Douglas Keck Photography; used with permission.

You hear it ever year: Fall is the best season of the year.

Nature lovers who can’t wait for winter to end say it. Beach lovers who long all year for summer and waves and sun and umbrellas and sand between the toes say it.

Oak trees not far from my house, when the sun isn’t directly on them. A little bit of color, but nothing to write a blog post about.

You hear it almost every year in just about any season. People who really like another season will, as September fades and October with its cooler temperatures come on, will proclaim the glories of fall.

Why? In the American south, it will be the joy of those cooler temperatures after fighting heat for three or four months. For the northern US it will be the fall foliage. Other parts of the country will have foliage changes also, but not like the north and northeast.

The oaks down the hill from us, in direct sunlight. More beautiful in person than in the photo.

What about the Virginia-North Carolina Piedmont area, you ask? Yes, the colors are spectacular there too. What about the Ozarks? Hmmm, let’s discuss that.

I remember a drive I took one fall day in the mid-1980s from Asheboro, NC thirty miles north to Greensboro. It was the peak of fall colors. The wide, clear right-of-way on the interstate allows for incredible views. The rolling hills were ablaze with solid oranges and reds. Just great to look at.

But I was reminded of my native New England. There, the fall colors are a little more muted but a lot more varied. I remember a trip to Vermont in October 2002. It was a little before peak foliage season. Lynda and I got out on some back roads, looking for beaver ponds and other wildlife. We found a secluded valley and sat for a couple of hours. I don’t remember much wildlife coming by, but the view there and coming and going to there were all very nice. The colors were a mix of yellow, purple, red, orange, and green. Evergreen trees dotted the mixed hardwood-softwood forest, creating a color palate mix that any artist would love to have.

Which is better, the Piedmont or upstate New England? That depends on if you want foliage like blazing fire or like an artist’s paints board. There’s no right or wrong.

What about the Ozarks? Well, for me, the foliage is not as good. In towns, you have a good mix of maples and other trees, not native to the Ozarks but brought in by people. Drive through most towns at peak season and the colors are great. But, out in the natural world, the forests are mostly oak. And the oaks we have here, the leaves just turn brown. They do so at least a week past the softwood tree peak. Brown after mixed colors. Hmmm. You would think the color mix would be better.

But, if you can catch the oaks on a sunny day, with the sun hitting the hillside just right, the brown oak leaves reflect back to you a wonderful orange-brown. It’s not as uniform in color as the Piedmont forests. It’s not quite as vibrant as the New England woods. But it’s a good sight to behold. If that’s all you see, it’s good enough for fall.

And, the mix of trees means you have a longer foliage season. The peak colors in town are around Oct 15-25 in our part of the Ozarks. The oaks tend to peak around Nov 1-10. I always like to drive a little on the first Sunday in November—provided it’s sunny. That is one drawback to oak foliage season. If you don’t have bright sun, all you’ll see is the dull brown. But, since this is generally a dry time of year, cloudless days abound during this time, and you have many good viewing days.

It helps that I’ve lived in four different areas of the country, and observed fall colors in towns and countryside, and saw the contrasts. I’d like to think God led me to these different places for me to enjoy fall in a number of different ways. Foliage variations is certainly one of them.

A Busy Week Ahead

I hope to do some writing on the sequel to this this week.

It’s Sunday evening as I write this, multi-tasking as we watch the specials about 9/11. I’m looking ahead to tomorrow, and realize I don’t have time to write the type of post I’d hoped to have for Monday. Even Friday is a little iffy for a post that takes a lot of time.

This is a killer week. Not so Monday and Friday, but the other days have a lot of activities and appointments.

First, I have two “gigs” this week. On Tuesday, I will repeat my presentation on the Universal Postal Union to the NW Arkansas Letter Writers Society. I made this presentation in May, but almost everyone who normally attends was gone that day. So I’ll do it again. Fortunately, all I have to do is dust off my PowerPoint and run through it once or twice.

Then, Wednesday morning, I am to be at John Tyson Elementary School in Springdale (40 mile drive), where I will make a presentation of There’s No Such Thing As Time Travel to Henry and Izzy, the two students I had Zoom meetings with about a writing project they were doing, then had them be beta readers for my book. They don’t know I’ll be there and giving them the finished book. This will be at 9:00 a.m.

I have several hundred more of these WW2 newspapers to inventory.

Then, at 12:00 noon, I have an appointment with my cardiologist’s P.A. Hopefully I’ll learn how well the cardio rehab program went. Between those two appointments, I’m hoping to meet someone for coffee. We’ll see if that happens.

Then, Wednesday afternoon, Lynda and I have dental appointments. I’ll barely have time to get home after seeing the cardiologist to leave for the dentist. But, unless we head to church that night, that will end appointments on Wednesday.

At noon on Thursday, Lynda will have her MRI to find out what, exactly, caused her sciatica attach in July. That has been twice delayed, not because of us, but because of insurance and provider problems. Then, that evening, is a semi-monthly meeting of the Scribblers & Scribes critique group. I’ll have some preparation time required for that.

In addition to this, I have my normal activities, which at the moment include:

  • morning 2-mile walks
  • digitizing a minimum of 10 printed letters a day
  • inventorying a minimum of 30 issues of the Stars and Stripes
  • whatever writing I can squeeze in, most likely on The Key To Time Travel, though I have other projects to work on as well, if I want to do so.
  • A little bit of yard work, although the work I got done on Saturday puts me a little ahead of where I normally am.
  • reading for research as well as for pleasure, including a couple of C.S. Lewis writings.

At some point, I need to begin the strength exercise program recommended in the cardio rehab program. I hope to begin that on Monday.

So yes, it will be a busy week. Hopefully I’ll be able to see progress on all my tasks.

The Summer of Major Events

I’m going to just say a few words here, a day late from my usual posting day.

This has been a summer of major events. My cardio rehab 3x per week. Our church Centennial. Lynda’s severe sciatica. My 50 yr high school reunion—as it turned out missed due to the sciatica. And now, our air conditioner goes out.

It happened on Saturday. I noticed around 1 or 2 pm that it wasn’t cooling. By early evening it was up to 84° in the house (92° outside). Naturally, at 6 pm Saturday evening, no one is coming for two days. Our HVAC guy got here at noon Monday. He determined the unit would possibly be fixable, but our best bet was to replace it. But, lead times on new units are 2-4 weeks. By mid-afternoon Monday it was 91° in the house (95° outside).

I posted something on Facebook about it, and a friend from church, who lives fairly close to us, said he had two portable units he had bought when their AC went out a few weeks ago, and he would loan them to us and help get them set up. That happened last night. By morning the temp was down to 80° in the common space and cooler in the master bedroom and kitchen, where the two units are.  We will survive the 2 to 4 weeks and, who knows, maybe the supply chain will do better than projected.

With this going on, I felt terrible yesterday and didn’t even think about this blog. I was in no condition on any of those days to pull my next climate post together, so the series is yet again delayed. Maybe I can get it done by Friday.

Independence Day

Another holiday, another non-post post. I had great plans to work about an hour in the yard early this morning before the heat of the day came. But I woke up around 6:15 a.m. with leg cramps, probably from dehydration. Got up and sat in my chair for half an hour. At that point I decided to just have a simple holiday. The yardwork can wait a day or two.

I’m about to enter a very busy week and next weekend. Medical appointments, church Centennial duties, Scribblers & Scribes meeting. Preparing for kids and grandkids to come. Much writing work to do. Too hot to walk outside, so I’ll see if I can get some good minutes on the elliptical.

See you all on Friday, with a book review.

Unfinished Projects

Dateline: Thursday, 23 June 2022

At the moment, I feel like I’m running between different projects. Projects started but not finished. Projects wanting to get started. Projects developing in my mind. Rather than list all of them, I’ll just mention what today’s work on projects is shaping up to be.

First thing this morning, I sent in the order for a proof copy of a new paperback book. I won’t say what it is right now. It’s not a book for sale, but rather one for private purposes. The proof will arrive June 29; I’ll show it to one intended recipient on July 8; and I’ll make a presentation about it to a club I’m a member of on August 13.

Next, I transcribed two letters from 2008. That was after going through a notebook of letters from that year and culling all those already in electronic format. This is part of a decluttering project. It’s totally unnecessary to spend time on this at this stage of my writing career, but it’s something I feel I must do if we are ever going to downsize.

Now, I will work on the memoir I started earlier this month. I want to present a few pages of it to my critique group, the Scribblers & Scribes, tonight. It’s now 15 typed pages long. I don’t know that I’ll actually write a full memoir at this time. It’s a fill-in project of sorts, to be able to have something to share with the group, as I don’t figure they’ll want to see my Bible studies. That’s not really the type of stuff critique groups were made for. Concerning the memoir, I don’t have a lot to do to be ready for this evening.

The amount I plan to do on these projects today won’t take much time, so I will likely shift to another project. This is another letters collection. Letters between me and a friend who died a couple of years ago. I have pulled them into a book and done the majority of the formatting. All that remains is to insert some photos, figure out the book size, and go through the publishing process. This is another unnecessary project; it’s something I want to do, something I can give to his wife and daughter that they might want to read.

Also today, I hope to find 30 minutes to an hour to make those last changes to my website. It would be nice to check that one thing off the list.

Oh yes, one last small project was to write this blog post and schedule it for posting tomorrow. That one is done!

So, that’s the life of a distracted, unfocused writer—at least this one. I’m anxious to get these loose ends finished so I can get on with my next book.

New Holiday, No Post Today

Folks, sorry to say but I will not have a real post today. While it’s a new holiday and I should have time, we have company here. As the chief cook and bottle washer, I’ve been busy with that. Plus, I have three—no four—writing projects in progress that I need to work on, at least two of them today.

So see you Friday with a real post. As I right now, I’m not sure what it will be.

Comments on the Blog

Just as discoverability with books for sale is a big issue, so also is finding readers for my blog. I don’t think I have a lot of readers, nor do I get many comments.

Let me rephrase that: Nor do I get many legitimate comments.

Back when I started the website and blog, in 2011, it was of course unknown. Then, after a few days, I started getting comments. They were spam. I didn’t immediately do anything about them. Then, suddenly, 250 comments posted one day. They were all spam.

I still get a few spam comments every day. What kind? Here’s a sampling, about 1/3 of spam comments over two days.

From “Hairstyles VIP” to a post from Aug 2014: “Hi! I’m at work surfing around your blog from my new apple iphone! Just wanted to say I love reading through your blog and look forward to all your posts! Keep up the fantastic work!

That’s innocuous enough, and the English is okay, but why would Hairstyles VIP suddenly find one of my posts from Aug 2014 and comment on it?

From “Julie Autry”, whose e-mail address looks nothing like that, on a post from Feb 2010: “Give your new site a boost, submit your site now to our free directory and start getting more clients https://1mdr.short.gy/submityoursite.”

Kind of humorous.

From “2004 pt cruiser PCM” on a July 2020 post: “Great info. Lucky me I ran across your website by accident (stumbleupon).
I have saved as a favorite for later!”

“pt’s” e-mail address has “Jewell McConnan” in the name. He/she includes a website URL about that infamous 2004 PT Cruiser.

And, one more for good measure. From “Best Hostings Coupons” on a May 2021 book review: “Magnificent goods from you, man. I have understand your stuff previous to and you’re just extremely excellent. I actually like what you have acquired here, really like what you are stating and the way in which you say it. You make it entertaining and you still take care of to keep it smart. I cant wait to read much more from you. This is really a wonderful web site.”

BHC’s e-mail address has Jaime Heppeard in the name. Something is rather lacking with Jaime’s English usage.

Why these spammers found my website I don’t know. Back in 2011 I immediately changed comments to be moderated before going posting to the blog. I spent quite a while deleting those 250 that had already posted. So if you wonder why you write a comment and it doesn’t show up on the blog, that’s why. It’s waiting for me to moderate it. I get to them every couple of days.

What’s even more surprising is why these guys think anyone would allow their posts on the host’s website. Surely other bloggers, once they realize these are nothing but spam posts, will do what they can to prevent them. Or are people so desperate for comments that they allow spam comments and then say, “Wow! See how popular my blog is!”

Help a guy out, here. After reading this, please leave a comment, even if nothing more than “Hi.” I wonder how many comments I’ll get.

 

Science and Religion

A few posts ago, I wrote about science and faith, and how they are not incompatible. I stand by that statement. Yesterday, a writer friend I know only through on-line contacts posted this meme, which came from The Other 98%.

Why would anyone think that science doesn’t belong in religion?

Let’s set aside for the moment the wall of separation between church and state. Let’s also set aside the implication that those of the church should have no part in things of the state. Those are subjects for different posts.

The part of this picture that I don’t agree with is “Science belongs here” with the arrow pointing at “State”.  This implies that science doesn’t belong in religion. Or, perhaps, that science is incompatible with religion because religion relies on faith, not scientific evidence and method.

To which I respond with a big, fat, “So?”

As stated in my last post, faith is belief in something for which there is no evidence. I can’t prove there is a God, who created the universe, of which mankind is a small part. But neither can the atheist prove there is not a God. Both rely on faith concerning God’s existence or non-existence.

But why would anyone say science doesn’t belong in the church, in religion? Do such people really think that Christians (or, as some people say in a non-sectarian way, religionists) should not study science, should not believe in science, should not rely on science. Or are they saying that if you are in the church (since the meme frames the argument in a church context, though it does in fact show a synagogue and a mosque though only mentioning “church”), you cannot possibly believe in science? What dreck. What utter garbage.

Of course, perhaps this meme is saying that the state is built upon science, or that science maintains the state.  That also seems like a strange conclusion.

It’s true that at various times in the past the church (i.e. the Roman Catholic church, perhaps others) strongly resisted advances in science and misunderstood how science and faith interacted and could exist very well together. Nowadays, I don’t think that is still true in the main. Those mistakes have, for the most part, been eradicated from the church. At least, it has from the part of the Church Universal that I belong to. I don’t try to keep up with all the branches of the Church Universal.

To paraphrase what I said in that last post, science is experimenting, observing, concluding, and reporting, bit by bit, and so expanding man’s knowledge about the universe. It is involved in what you can prove. Okay, some things that science tells us are theories, based on reasonable assumptions but still lacking some final piece of proof.

Faith takes over for things that don’t need to be proved. What a truncated existence it is for those who have no faith in anything or claims to need evidence for anything and everything.

I hope all Christians study science and so show the foolishness of this meme. Much of my career as a civil engineer was based on science and mathematics. The Other 98% seem to be saying that I can’t be a Christian. Sorry, folks, you’re wrong.

I find my faith to be enhanced by science. My practice as a Christian is so much more meaningful to me because I believe in science.

The wedge between Christians and science is not being driven by Christians, but by memes like this.

Worn Out

Nothing seems to wear me out more than talking on the telephone. Long calls, such as a couple of hours or more, require twice that amount of time to recover.

That’s what happened yesterday. I got to the late afternoon completely exhausted. It wasn’t all the call’s fault. And, actually, it was a Zoom conference, but that’s the same thing as a phone call. I spent the morning working on the publication files for There’s No Such Thing As Time Travel. I managed to get about 2/3 of the way through it on this latest pass, looking for formatting inconsistencies, typos, missing quote marks, etc.

I pulled off the formatting to work in the yard. That was about 10:30 a.m. or so. Fortunately, I didn’t have any stock trading tasks to do yesterday. I worked pretty hard, mainly weed-eating at the front of our unbuilt lot, going around known blackberry plants and looking for new ones coming up. I worked on that until I figured the battery needed charging. I moved a few downed limbs, then raked some of the cuttings and put them on the compost pile. I didn’t even come close to finishing that. I also spent a little time working on a sitting-in-the-woods location to make it a spot where I could go out with a book, in the shade, drink coffee, and rest my body while working my mind.

I was almost done with outside work. I decided to tackle—that is, begin to tackle—a small woodworking project I’ve wanted to do for a couple of years. I figured out what I wanted to do, found the odd pieces of wood in the garage, and did some measuring and cutting. Possibly tomorrow I’ll work on it again. When that was done, I came into the house and checked the time. Almost 12:00 noon, so close to an hour and a half of this work.

I went to the hot sunroom for reading, a window fan making it tolerable. It was just a little over 90° there. I managed to get a few pages read in Boswell’s Life of Samuel Johnson, but not near enough to justify the time spent.

After a lunchmeat and cheese sandwich lunch, I headed back to The Dungeon for the Zoom conference. I won’t go into the work we were doing, just that it was a one-on-one conference related to our church’s Centennial celebration coming up in July. It was tedious, finding the correct places on Google Drive to put some files, creating new folders. I grew weary of it and, after 2 1/2 hours, told our committee chair I needed to leave. I had hit a wall and was unable to accomplish anything more. We had at least another hour of work, and by this time I was scrolling through folders and just seeing words or pictures racing by. I couldn’t find anything.

I went upstairs and, for an hour and a half, did nothing except sit in my reading chair, check a little on e-mail and Facebook, and nap. It was after 6:00 p.m. before I got up and started putting supper together. Fortunately, it was leftovers and pre-prepared salad.

By the time 8 p.m. rolled around, I was able to go back to the Google Drives and pick up where we had left off. Over the next hour I got a lot more done. It’s not finished, but it’s in better shape. I should be able to finish it today.

Well, for now it’s back to the book and try to finish that formatting today. Publication is getting closer.