My aunt wanted to share her story, and I suggested that I could do a guest blog. This is the first time I've done this on my blog, so here she is...
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I was born into God’s family when I was 6 or 7 years old - my Mom led me to the Lord. I grew up a PK – my Dad took his first pastorate when I was 4 years old and he served 5 churches in the Evangelical Free Church, in Alberta, British Columbia and Montana.
My adult life is somewhat a Cinderella story – I can also relate very well to the story of “Joseph” and the sadness that was in his life. When I got married we had 4 years together and I suddenly found myself a widow at 26 years old. My husband Randy Rusk was killed instantly by a drunk driver in Missoula, MT. I wish I could have had more time to mature and do life with him before that had to happen. It is such a special time in our lives to be young and in love! but I know now that the night Randy was gone in a heartbeat, God came and got me that night too! where I was, and that he held me close for YEARS! – loving me and caring for me for as long as it took for me to recognize him in my life. However, as time went by and while other people were busy doing life, I was busy coping with life and I wondered why, but when God changes our circumstances dramatically and as we pick up the pieces of our life, God can draw us to himself in a new way; time however means nothing to God! and it can sometimes take years. We always miss those we love but God does bring us out of the pit of grief, life can be good again and we emerge from our dark tunnel changed forever as he works in our lives making our faith more personal. Almost 20 years later I re-met Randy’s brother Vern who I hadn’t seen since Randy died – and of all the surprises in the world! – a year and a half later we were married. It’s not too many people who have a brother-in-law ride back into their life after 18 years, and become their prince! So you never know what can happen in a day or where life will take you.
Through it all I read verses over and over trying to make sense out of it all; “Be still Bonnie and know that I am God” – Psalm 46:10. My favorite verse after Randy died, “Be not dismayed Bonnie I am YOUR God, I will strengthen you. I will help you, I will uphold you with my victorious hand” – Isaiah 41:10. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Me and I will direct your paths” – Proverbs 3:5-6. “We live within the shadow of the Almighty, sheltered by the God who is above all. He alone is my refuge, my place of safety” - Psalm 91:1&2.
I close with this thought from The Divine Conspiracy by Dallas Willard, “What God gets out of our lives and what we get out of our lives is the person we become.” I love this verse, “'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart'”- Jeremiah 29:11&13. I still can’t understand it all and still think of him and miss him sometimes but I believe that God takes special care of those who suffer deeply because of someone else’s mistakes. My faith has grown so much and I am one who can tell you that he is truly a God of faithfulness, love and forgiveness as well as new opportunities. I’m so thankful it’s not about where we’ve been, but about who we become!
Bonnie Rusk
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Monday, April 28, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
My Testimonial
We had our last Biggest Loser finale at my gym tonight. Since Vision Quest was recently bought out by LA Fitness, they have sadly chosen to close down four branches of VQ that have an LA Fitness within a few blocks. This marks the end of an era, but a journey that I am not giving up any time soon. I was listening to testimonials tonight and wishing that I had written one to share. After I got home, I realized I can do the next best thing... Blog it!
When I was young, I struggled with my weight, but in retrospect, I don't think it was as bad as I thought it was. I remember one of my classmates in 3rd grade constantly teasing me about being fat (and any other subject he could possibly think of teasing me about). It's possible other peers teased me over the years, but that's the one I remember offhand. In any case, while I otherwise had good self-esteem, I always felt like I weighed more than I should.
Looking at this picture now, I have no idea where I got the idea that I was overweight, as I wish I weighed that little (and I'm working on it)! After graduating from high school, I attended Edmonds Community College for two years. My first quarter, I took a weight training class, and I determined that from then on, I would work out faithfully. My second quarter, I didn't take that class, but still resolved to work out every day. It didn't happen. So from then on, I resolved to take the class every quarter to force myself to work out. It worked wonderfully, and after two years, I looked like this:
I felt amazing, and more fit than I ever had. Well, maybe when I was little and had boundless energy, but aside from that...
Then I transferred to Seattle Pacific University. Those were some amazing years, and well worth the exorbitant prices they charged. But one drawback is that their cafeteria has amazingly delicious food. After two years at SPU, I had gained the weight back, and then some. In the years that have followed, I have seen my weight increase more and more. My parents tried several times over the years to talk to me about it, but it has always been a touchy subject for me. I know they meant well, and I could tell they did it because they cared and wanted me to stick around for many years to come. But somehow it unintentionally triggered a rebellious side in me. I didn't tell them that I was just as worried as they were (well, probably not AS worried, but I was more worried than I let on). Food and I have always had a wonderful loving relationship, and not having the motivation of a grade, or even access to a weight room, I didn't get much exercise aside from walking with my parents once in a while.
Two events really got to me, though. An aunt sent me a card, and inside was a typed letter warning me about the dangers of diabetes and other serious consequences of being overweight. She told me she wished she had heeded the warnings sooner, as she had struggled with it, and had recently been diagnosed with diabetes. Another time, an uncle visited from California, and one night he and I sat down in the living room and had a conversation about weight. He told me about one time when he worked in a morgue and had to prepare the body of a friend who had died from being overweight. It was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Neither the aunt nor the uncle in question had ever confronted me about anything before (that I can remember).
So at the end of January 2013, I went to Vision Quest in Edmonds, WA to check it out. I sat down with Tyler, who was on duty at the time, and we discussed my goals and how we could work on this problem. He paired me up with Mara, one of the trainers, and the two of them alternated training me. My membership came with one free training session a month, which Tyler did, and other training sessions were with Mara. I joined Mara's team, called the Savages.
Vision Quest has a Biggest Loser program, which they do three times a year. Shortly after I joined the gym, they had the finale for that Biggest Loser session, and Mara practically dragged me into the aerobics room where they had the final weigh-in, testimonials, and other festivities. One testimonial that really got to me was from Erin, who shared that people had teased her mercilessly about being overweight. It got so bad that she had very nearly committed suicide. She had joined the gym and lost a lot of weight and now felt much healthier. The support system is amazing there, and she had made friends who appreciated her for who she was and who she was becoming. One thing that really got me was that her "before" picture didn't look fat to me. Maybe it was because I was comparing it to my weight at the time. She did look much healthier than the "before" picture, though. Another person that got to me was the winner of that Biggest Loser challenge, Kathy. She had lost 100 pounds, and the difference was striking. Erin and Kathy (and many others) have both been great support and inspiration since then on the journey we've all been on.
Tyler was a great help, as he trained me as much as he could. However, he mentioned that Mara was more qualified and should be my main trainer. He still did my monthly free training sessions, though. But all good things must come to an end, and Tyler eventually decided to move on. He and Shanel later moved to San Francisco so that Shanel could pursue further classes in design.
When I was young, I struggled with my weight, but in retrospect, I don't think it was as bad as I thought it was. I remember one of my classmates in 3rd grade constantly teasing me about being fat (and any other subject he could possibly think of teasing me about). It's possible other peers teased me over the years, but that's the one I remember offhand. In any case, while I otherwise had good self-esteem, I always felt like I weighed more than I should.
My high school senior picture, 1996
Looking at this picture now, I have no idea where I got the idea that I was overweight, as I wish I weighed that little (and I'm working on it)! After graduating from high school, I attended Edmonds Community College for two years. My first quarter, I took a weight training class, and I determined that from then on, I would work out faithfully. My second quarter, I didn't take that class, but still resolved to work out every day. It didn't happen. So from then on, I resolved to take the class every quarter to force myself to work out. It worked wonderfully, and after two years, I looked like this:
I felt amazing, and more fit than I ever had. Well, maybe when I was little and had boundless energy, but aside from that...
Then I transferred to Seattle Pacific University. Those were some amazing years, and well worth the exorbitant prices they charged. But one drawback is that their cafeteria has amazingly delicious food. After two years at SPU, I had gained the weight back, and then some. In the years that have followed, I have seen my weight increase more and more. My parents tried several times over the years to talk to me about it, but it has always been a touchy subject for me. I know they meant well, and I could tell they did it because they cared and wanted me to stick around for many years to come. But somehow it unintentionally triggered a rebellious side in me. I didn't tell them that I was just as worried as they were (well, probably not AS worried, but I was more worried than I let on). Food and I have always had a wonderful loving relationship, and not having the motivation of a grade, or even access to a weight room, I didn't get much exercise aside from walking with my parents once in a while.
Two events really got to me, though. An aunt sent me a card, and inside was a typed letter warning me about the dangers of diabetes and other serious consequences of being overweight. She told me she wished she had heeded the warnings sooner, as she had struggled with it, and had recently been diagnosed with diabetes. Another time, an uncle visited from California, and one night he and I sat down in the living room and had a conversation about weight. He told me about one time when he worked in a morgue and had to prepare the body of a friend who had died from being overweight. It was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Neither the aunt nor the uncle in question had ever confronted me about anything before (that I can remember).
With my friend Bob Smiley in 2010
With my cousin Darcy in 2012
My weight was getting more and more of a serious issue. I remember once I hoped I would never get above 200 pounds. I got way over that. I don't think I ever reached 300, but I got too close for comfort.
Then in 2011, I went back to Edmonds Community College for further studies. EdCC has amazing effects on my weight. I really should go there more often. Anyway, I was studying Visual Communications, which include graphic design, photography, video and the like. My final quarter, at the beginning of 2013, I did an internship with Steve Sosa, one of my teachers. He taught me a lot about creativity and design, and I wanted to do my internship with him as he always brought out the creative side in me. In that internship, I worked with my friend Shanel, who I had had some classes with, and it was then that I met her boyfriend Tyler. I knew who he was before that, but I didn't really get to know him until then. He worked at a local gym called Vision Quest, and he was constantly passing out cards with special deals for joining the gym. The thing that really got me was, not only did I want to support a friend, but he never once talked to me directly about it. In the past, people who have confronted me about my weight (either because they cared or because they felt like making fun of me) tended to make me put up my defenses and resist. The fact that Tyler never mentioned it to me (though I heard him talking to others about the gym) was what sold me. In addition, I like to support my friends. So I asked him about it, and he gave me a coupon, which I was to present when I went in.
So at the end of January 2013, I went to Vision Quest in Edmonds, WA to check it out. I sat down with Tyler, who was on duty at the time, and we discussed my goals and how we could work on this problem. He paired me up with Mara, one of the trainers, and the two of them alternated training me. My membership came with one free training session a month, which Tyler did, and other training sessions were with Mara. I joined Mara's team, called the Savages.
Vision Quest has a Biggest Loser program, which they do three times a year. Shortly after I joined the gym, they had the finale for that Biggest Loser session, and Mara practically dragged me into the aerobics room where they had the final weigh-in, testimonials, and other festivities. One testimonial that really got to me was from Erin, who shared that people had teased her mercilessly about being overweight. It got so bad that she had very nearly committed suicide. She had joined the gym and lost a lot of weight and now felt much healthier. The support system is amazing there, and she had made friends who appreciated her for who she was and who she was becoming. One thing that really got me was that her "before" picture didn't look fat to me. Maybe it was because I was comparing it to my weight at the time. She did look much healthier than the "before" picture, though. Another person that got to me was the winner of that Biggest Loser challenge, Kathy. She had lost 100 pounds, and the difference was striking. Erin and Kathy (and many others) have both been great support and inspiration since then on the journey we've all been on.
Tyler was a great help, as he trained me as much as he could. However, he mentioned that Mara was more qualified and should be my main trainer. He still did my monthly free training sessions, though. But all good things must come to an end, and Tyler eventually decided to move on. He and Shanel later moved to San Francisco so that Shanel could pursue further classes in design.
With Tyler at their farewell
Picture by Ton Sridi, used with permission
Encouraged by Tyler, Mara, and several others, I participated in the next Biggest Loser, starting in May 2013. In that competition, I placed third, losing 33 pounds! Shortly before the end of the competition, I participated in an 18K walk. As it turned out, that was too much for me at that point, but my teammate and friend Johanna (alternately called Mama Jo and Jo Mama), who also participated in it, mentioned me in her testimonial at the end of the competition. She said that the fact that I had done it was an inspiration. I was partly flattered and partly challenged to press on with the journey.
Between that Biggest Loser and the next one, I lost more weight. The following Biggest Loser, I again placed high on the list, losing 18 pounds. Everyone at the gym was a major encouragement to me. We cheered each other on, and in many ways, we became like a big family. While Biggest Loser is a competition, we were all working together. The competition helped to motivate me to keep fighting, and the inspiration from friends helped even more. Mara was one of my biggest cheerleaders. She did some amazing things to help motivate me to work harder, but she also cared about more than just working out. She showed interest in my design skills. I did a redesign of the Savages logo, which she proudly showed off:
Savage
© Steven Sauke, 2013
But Vision Quest was bought out by LA Fitness. The new company promised not to make any major changes for 90 days, but during that time, we lost several of our amazing trainers, including Mara. I was sad to see her go, but I had to roll with the punches. (That may have been somewhat literal had I chosen to train with Eli, another trainer who enjoyed boxing with his clients.) :-) So by this time, I had gotten to know several of the trainers. I had come to respect Gareth, who I could tell was an excellent trainer. Several of his clients had scored near or at the top in previous Biggest Loser programs. Gareth turned out to be a great choice, as we lost more and more trainers, but not him. He has been a fun and challenging trainer, and he has stuck it out through everything. Now, not only do I have my former Savages to root for, but Gareth's G$ (pronounced "G Money") team has been a great team. Some of the Savages joined Team Panda, another of the awesome teams, so they've been an amazing support as well. Chris, who has been director the past few months in addition to training Team Panda, has done a great job of helping all the teams to get to know each other and strengthen our bonds of friendship and rooting for each other.
Mara in particular, but also Gareth, have worked with me as well in the area of food intake. One thing I have appreciated about Vision Quest is that they help not only with the workout aspect, but also with the intake and helping to address other factors that lead to weight gain. While I'm still a big fan of food, I'm much more careful than I used to be with how much I eat.
Mara in particular, but also Gareth, have worked with me as well in the area of food intake. One thing I have appreciated about Vision Quest is that they help not only with the workout aspect, but also with the intake and helping to address other factors that lead to weight gain. While I'm still a big fan of food, I'm much more careful than I used to be with how much I eat.
On April 17, 2014, LA Fitness announced that four branches of Vision Quest were closing: Edmonds, Everett, Kent and Tacoma. The remaining six branches would stay open but rebrand as LA Fitness. The closing branches all have an LA Fitness within a few blocks. While I understand LA Fitness' reasoning, it has come as a bit of a blow to all of us who enjoy the "small gym" family feel. In some ways, it's like a loss in the family. Now we all need to figure out what to do next. When I go to a new gym, will I get a trainer I know? I know some of the trainers are transferring to the nearby Lynnwood LA Fitness. How will the much larger gym, which is part of an international chain, compare to the support group I have at my small local gym? I don't know what is to come, though I have no intention of stopping, or even slowing down now that I've come this far.
Tonight we had our final Biggest Loser finale. Since the beginning of this competition, my final weigh-in revealed a loss of 14.6 pounds.
All told, as of tonight, I have lost 74 pounds so far.
Me on St. Patrick's Day 2014
I've lost a few pounds since then, but this is pretty close to how I look now.
Tyler, Mara, Gareth, Chris, Eli, Erin, Kathy, Jo Mama and so many more people, you are my heroes. Thank you for your constant encouragement and friendship. You have no idea how much it means to me. I imagine I'd still be around right now if it weren't for this journey, but I am quite certain that you have helped lengthen my life considerably. I'll probably never know by how much.
Also, thanks to all my other (biological) family and (not biological) friends who have rooted for me, prayed for me, encouraged me, and done so much more over the years.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
The Fall and Rise of Jesus
Jesus had entered Jerusalem on a colt, and the people had
welcomed Him with loud shouts of “Hosanna!” That was now four days ago. It was
Thursday evening, and the Passover meal was all set out. Lamb, bitter herbs,
vegetables, unleavened bread, wine, and more. When Jesus and His disciples were
almost done eating, He broke the bread and passed it around. Then He passed the
wine around. He told His disciples that the bread was like His body that was
about to be broken, and the wine was like His blood. They were to remember Him
as they ate the bread and drank the wine.
At this time, Jesus had some shocking news for His
disciples. He said, “One of you is about to betray me!” They couldn’t believe
it! Everyone wanted to know who. Jesus said to His friend Judas, “Go and do
what you have to do.” Judas left, but the others thought he was just off on an
errand.
As the evening went on, Jesus continued to teach His
disciples. Peter promised that he would be willing to do anything for Jesus,
even die. Jesus replied, “You sure about that? Before the rooster crows, you’re
gonna tell people three times that you don’t even know me!” Peter was shocked.
He didn’t think he would ever do that!
When they were done with their meal and their lesson, they
left the house and went to the Garden of Gethsemane on the Mount of Olives.
Jesus took Peter, James and John and went to another part of the garden. He
told them to watch and pray, while he went off to do some praying of His own.
He prayed, “Papa, if it’s all the same to You, I’d really love it if You could change
what is about to happen. I can’t bear to think about it! But I know that what
You want is more important than what I want, so what You say goes.” Jesus
prayed some more, and then He got up and went back to the disciples, who were
asleep. “What are you doing?!” He asked them. “I told you to watch and pray!
You need to pray that you won’t be tempted!”
While He was still talking to them, a crowd arrived with
torches and soldiers, led by Judas! So he hadn’t been on an errand! Judas had
arranged a signal with the priests and soldiers, and he walked right up to
Jesus and gave Him a kiss on the cheek. That was a way friends greeted each
other in that culture. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Judas,” Jesus said. “You’re
betraying me with a kiss?”
So the crowd led Jesus away, and the rest of the disciples
ran away. But Peter doubled back and kept his distance while he followed the
crowd. He didn’t want to be caught, but he could tell Jesus was in trouble. So
he tracked them to the chief priest’s house. In the chief priest’s courtyard, Peter
found a bonfire and sat with the people who were sitting around it keeping
warm. A servant girl saw him and said, “Hey, that guy was with Jesus!”
“Who?” Peter said. “Don’t know him.”
A few minutes later, someone else recognized Peter and said,
“You’re one of Jesus’ disciples.”
“Nope!” Peter said.
Another hour went by. Someone else commented, “This guy has
a Galilean accent. He must have been with Jesus!”
“What are you even talking about?” Peter replied. “That’s
ridic—“ And he heard it. Rr-r-r-r-rrr!!
Jesus looked straight at Peter. Then Peter remembered what
Jesus had said: “Before the rooster crows, you’re gonna tell people three times
that you don’t even know me!” Peter ran outside and cried. He was so ashamed
that he had lied!
By this time, it was Friday morning, and the trial began. After
asking Jesus some questions, the priests dragged Him before Pilate, the Roman
governor of Judea. Pilate couldn’t find anything to charge Jesus with, but the
people insisted He was a public nuisance and was making wild claims of being
the Son of God. When he found out that Jesus was from Galilee, he said, “Well,
that’s Herod’s territory! Take Him to Herod!” But when Herod asked Jesus
questions, Jesus wouldn’t answer. The priests were accusing Jesus of claiming
to be the King of the Jews, so Herod started making fun of Him. He put a robe
on Jesus and sent Him back to Pilate. But Pilate didn’t want to punish someone
who had done nothing wrong! But the crowd kept pressing him. He started to get
worried that this would become a riot, and that could really get him in trouble
with the Roman authorities. Pilate was really torn on what to do. Should he
punish an innocent man to make a bunch of people happy, or should he let Him
go, and maybe lose his job because he allowed a riot to happen? “What do you
want me to do with him?” Pilate asked the crowd. They replied, “CRUCIFY HIM!”
So finally, Pilate gave in and let them do it.
The soldiers forced a guy named Simon to carry Jesus’ cross
up the hill. Along with two criminals carrying their own crosses, and a whole
crowd following them, Jesus and Simon walked to the top of the hill. Jesus had
been beaten pretty bad by this point, and the Romans had made a thorny crown
for Him to wear. When they reached the top, the soldiers nailed Jesus and the
two criminals to their crosses, and they and the priests said some horrible
things to make fun of Him. It was the worst kind of bullying. But Jesus prayed.
“Papa, forgive them! They have no idea what they’re doing!”
Now it was about noon on Friday, and it got really dark. As
3 PM came along, Jesus cried out, “It’s done!” Then He prayed, “Father, take my
spirit.” And He died.
The centurion who was guarding Jesus’ cross commented, “Wow!
This was a good man.”
Jesus’ friends and His mom were watching. While he was on
the cross, he had told his disciple John to take care of Mary. Now, His friends
took Him down from the cross, and a man named Joseph from the town of Arimathea
offered to bury Him. By this time, it was light again, but the sunset was
coming soon, and Saturday was the Sabbath. They weren’t allowed to work on
Saturday, so they had to work quickly to get Jesus buried before sundown.
Several women who were followers of Jesus followed Joseph to the tomb, and then
they hurried home to prepare the spices to preserve Jesus’ body. But they had
to stop work when the sun set because of the Sabbath.
Early Sunday morning, once the Sabbath was over, the women
got up and took the spices they had prepared to the tomb. While they were on
their way, they were discussing the biggest challenge to this trip. There was a
big heavy stone in front of the tomb! How were they going to get it out of the
way?
So they got to the tomb and discovered their first shock.
Somebody had already rolled it away! They went into the cave and found their second
shock. There were some empty grave clothes, but Jesus wasn’t there! Then
suddenly, the cave filled with light, and there were two men wearing brilliant
clothes standing with them! The women were so stunned and scared that they
bowed down and looked at the ground. What happened next shocked them even more.
The men said, “What are you doing looking for the living among the dead? Jesus
isn’t here! He has risen!”
The women hurried back to the disciples and told them. This
was a lot to take in, and neither the women nor the disciples knew what to
think about it. Peter and John went back to the tomb with them. John saw the
grave clothes and believed, but Peter left wondering what in the world had
happened.
So Mary Magdalene was left standing outside the tomb crying.
She had a feeling someone must have moved the body, and this must be some kind
of cruel prank. She saw the angels again, and they asked her why she was
crying. She replied, “They’ve taken my Lord away, and I don’t know where they’ve
put Him!” Then she turned around and saw another man. She didn’t recognize this
guy and decided he must be the gardener. This new man asked her, “Why are you
crying? Who are you looking for?”
She replied, “Sir, if you took him, can you tell me where
you put him so I can go get him?”
Then he replied, “Mary.”
She had been crying so hard she couldn’t see straight
through her tears. She looked at Him again and recognized Jesus! “Teacher!” she
cried. She was so excited that she ran and told the disciples what she had seen
with her own eyes!
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Blood Moon
I wrote this last night to commemorate the "Blood Moon" being completely blocked by the clouds. I realize that in the grand scheme of things, there are much more serious things to be worried about (such as the sinking of the Titanic exactly 102 years before I wrote this), but sometimes I like to get melodramatic and exhibit my parody skills.
To be sung to the tune of Rodgers and Hart's 1934 song "Blue Moon"...
Blood Moon
© Steven Sauke, April 15, 2014
This is how the Blood Moon would have looked,
had I been able to see it. Maybe next time!
Picture from http://www.cliplip.com/cool-blood-moon/
To be sung to the tune of Rodgers and Hart's 1934 song "Blue Moon"...
Blood Moon
© Steven Sauke, April 15, 2014
Blood moon
I tried to see you tonight
I had a dream in my heart
To see th'eclipse on my own
Blood moon
You knew what I went outside for
Excitement can’t be denied, for
You’re what I looked in the sky for
And then there suddenly appeared before me
A sky full of clouds! That’s all I see.
I’d heard somebody whisper, “The moon’ll be red”
And when I looked, it was nowhere to be seen
Blood moon
Now I’m right here, all alone
Without your face smiling down
Without a moon, red or white.
Blood moon
Oh, why must you hide away?
You’re red up there, so they say
But I can’t tell! Stupid clouds!
Monday, April 14, 2014
Hosanna!
Times were tough in ancient Egypt. The Israelites had been
slaves for 400 years, and their masters were very cruel to them. For years,
they prayed for deliverance, and God heard their cries. He sent a guy named
Moses, and God used Moses and his brother Aaron to deliver the Israelites out
of slavery. God sent ten plagues on the Egyptians, and the last one was the
hardest for the Egyptians to handle. The firstborn of each family, even
including the animals, died. But God passed over the Israelites and spared
their firstborn. Up to that point, the Pharaoh had been pretty stubborn about
wanting to keep his slaves, but losing his heir made him realize that some
things just weren’t worth losing what you love the most. So he finally let the
Israelites go. So began a period of 40 years as the Israelites traveled home to
the land of their ancestors, and every year they celebrated their deliverance
when God passed over them. Passover became one of the most important feasts of
the year. For years, they had been praying, “Hosanna!” Please save us! God had heard their pleas and answered. He had
saved them. But as the years went on, they needed to be saved again and again.
Years later, they split into two kingdoms and eventually were captured by the
kingdoms of Babylon and Assyria. The nation of Judah got to return home after
70 years in exile in Babylon, but eventually, the empire of Rome came along and
took over the whole area. Prophets foretold of a Messiah who would one day
deliver them from their oppressors, and so they continued their pleas of
“HOSANNA!”
Somewhere around 1400 years after the Israelites left Egypt,
angels appeared to shepherds on a hillside announcing that the promised Savior
had arrived! Wise men from the east saw a star and came to worship this new
child who had been born to a girl named Mary. The child’s name was Jesus, and
he grew up to become a respected rabbi who preached, told stories to teach
lessons, and did some amazing miracles. Word was getting around that Jesus was
fulfilling a lot of the prophecies of the Messiah.
So it was that the year Jesus was 33, He and His disciples
arrived in Jerusalem to celebrate Passover. People came from all over the place
to celebrate in the capital city, and as Jesus got close, He had an odd task
for some of His disciples. He told them to go to a nearby farm, where they
would find a donkey colt. They were to untie it and bring it to him. Jesus told
them, “If the donkey’s owner asks you why you’re untying it, tell him, ‘The
Lord needs it.’” So they did as they were told. Sure enough, the owner asked
why they were untying his donkey. They explained the situation just as Jesus
had told them to do, and he let them take it.
Many years earlier, the prophet Zechariah had foretold that
the Messiah would come in victory, riding a donkey colt. So now they saw that
prophecy happening before their very eyes! The plea that they had been praying
for hundreds of years suddenly became a shout of praise! “HOSANNA! SAVE US!
Yay! Our Savior is here! You’re here in the name of the Lord, and you rock!”
While they were shouting and excitedly praising God, they took off their coats
and laid them on the ground for the donkey to walk on. They had cut down palm
branches from nearby trees, and they laid those on the ground too! This was how
they welcomed a King into the city.
There were some Pharisees in the crowd, though, and they
weren’t too happy with what they heard. They told Jesus, “Tell your followers
to be quiet!”
“Are you kidding?” Jesus replied. “If they stopped their
praises, the rocks would shout out!”
For hundreds of years, the Israelites had praised God for
all the wonderful things that He had done. They praised Him for delivering them
from Egypt, for providing food in the wilderness, for helping them to conquer
their enemies in the Promised Land. All that time, they had also been praying
for deliverance from their oppressors. Now their prayer for deliverance became
their shout of praise for what they knew Jesus was about to do: deliver them!
But as we’ll find out next week, Jesus had a plan up His
sleeve that was much better than delivering them from the Romans. They didn’t
realize right away that it was better, though.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Phở with Puns, Part 3
Just when you thought you were safe and I had phởgotten about my Phở posts, inspiration has struck yet again.
For those who need reminders of what has come before, check out Part 1 and Part 2.
What Does the Phở Say?
Wouldn't we all like to know? Apparently, it says "slurp slurp slurp slurpty-slurp!" and "Wa phở phở phở phở phở pow!" Anyway, it says that at this restaurant. "Sriracha-racha-racha chow!" Will you communicate by phở-ở-ở-ở-ở-ở? The secret of the phở, ancient mystery. Watch out for people wearing phở ears dancing wildly around the restaurant. You can find out more about it here.
Phở News
The flavors are Phở and Balanced™ (though people of other phởlitical persuasions might dispute that).
20th Century Phở
A movie theater that serves phở
Phởzen
A Phở restaurant in Norway. I realize this pun is a bit of a fixer-upper, but sometimes you just have to let it go. The Phở contains whatever snow does in summer, but nobody with their own personal flurry was harmed in the making of this soup. Reindeer tastes better than...um, never mind.
Phởzzy-Wuzzy
...was a bear. Phởzzy-Wuzzy had no hair. Phởzzy-Wuzzy wasn't phởzzy, was he?
Kermit the Phở
Moi loves to eat there! It's not easy cooking green.
Rephởnance Your Mortgage
Where you can talk to your mortgage broker over a bowl of Phở. The conversations are much more interesting.
Phởlite Conversation
You have to mind your P's and Q's at this restaurant, and always say "Please" and "Thank you."
Nick Phởry
SHIELD's very own phở restaurant. The head waiter wears an eye patch and has a scar on his face.
Susan Phởman
The First Doctor's favorite phở restaurant, which he dedicated to his beloved granddaughter
Swiss Phởmily Robinson
Phở served in a treehouse on an island. It's a family business, though the clientele is very limited.
Winnie the Phở
One of the finest restaurants in the Hundred Acre Wood
Christophở Robin
The other phở restaurant in the Hundred Acre Wood. The two restaurants work together and have great adventures.
Mary Phởpins
Their soup is practically perfect in every way.
Phởdo Baggins
True heroism goes into the making of their phở. It was born from a quest to destroy a ring, and became so much more. The oppressor was defeated, and in the heat of the volcanic fires, a new soup was cooked. Once the hobbits and elves worked together to get the sulfur out and perfect the recipe, a new restaurant was born. As Paul Harvey would say, "...and that's the rest of the story." We're Tolkien' amazing heroics here.
Morphởus
After you phởllow the white rabbit, they offer you an option of the red phở or the blue phở. Either choice will change your destiny. After that, they have a whole matrix of events that happen as a result of your choice.
Phở Factor
A reality show in which people must face their least favorite phở. The theory is that they will realize it doesn't actually taste that bad.
Phởddleglum
A phở restaurant in the Narnian marshes. Their specialty is eel phở, though everyone will hate it, I shouldn't wonder.
Phởmble
They have a basketball court, but you don't have to play it well.
Phlởbber
A restaurant inspired by a stretchy, bouncy substance invented by an absentminded professor
Prophởssor X
A phở restaurant for mutants, founded by a great mutant with telepathic abilities
Phởcy Jackson
A phở restaurant at Camp Half-Blood
If you think of any others, feel free to mention them in the comments, though please keep it clean.
For those who need reminders of what has come before, check out Part 1 and Part 2.
Phở
Phởto by Steven Sauke, 2013
What Does the Phở Say?
Wouldn't we all like to know? Apparently, it says "slurp slurp slurp slurpty-slurp!" and "Wa phở phở phở phở phở pow!" Anyway, it says that at this restaurant. "Sriracha-racha-racha chow!" Will you communicate by phở-ở-ở-ở-ở-ở? The secret of the phở, ancient mystery. Watch out for people wearing phở ears dancing wildly around the restaurant. You can find out more about it here.
Phở News
The flavors are Phở and Balanced™ (though people of other phởlitical persuasions might dispute that).
20th Century Phở
A movie theater that serves phở
Phởzen
A Phở restaurant in Norway. I realize this pun is a bit of a fixer-upper, but sometimes you just have to let it go. The Phở contains whatever snow does in summer, but nobody with their own personal flurry was harmed in the making of this soup. Reindeer tastes better than...um, never mind.
Phởzzy-Wuzzy
...was a bear. Phởzzy-Wuzzy had no hair. Phởzzy-Wuzzy wasn't phởzzy, was he?
Kermit the Phở
Moi loves to eat there! It's not easy cooking green.
Rephởnance Your Mortgage
Where you can talk to your mortgage broker over a bowl of Phở. The conversations are much more interesting.
Phởlite Conversation
You have to mind your P's and Q's at this restaurant, and always say "Please" and "Thank you."
Nick Phởry
SHIELD's very own phở restaurant. The head waiter wears an eye patch and has a scar on his face.
Susan Phởman
The First Doctor's favorite phở restaurant, which he dedicated to his beloved granddaughter
Swiss Phởmily Robinson
Phở served in a treehouse on an island. It's a family business, though the clientele is very limited.
Winnie the Phở
One of the finest restaurants in the Hundred Acre Wood
Christophở Robin
The other phở restaurant in the Hundred Acre Wood. The two restaurants work together and have great adventures.
Mary Phởpins
Their soup is practically perfect in every way.
Phởdo Baggins
True heroism goes into the making of their phở. It was born from a quest to destroy a ring, and became so much more. The oppressor was defeated, and in the heat of the volcanic fires, a new soup was cooked. Once the hobbits and elves worked together to get the sulfur out and perfect the recipe, a new restaurant was born. As Paul Harvey would say, "...and that's the rest of the story." We're Tolkien' amazing heroics here.
Morphởus
After you phởllow the white rabbit, they offer you an option of the red phở or the blue phở. Either choice will change your destiny. After that, they have a whole matrix of events that happen as a result of your choice.
Phở Factor
A reality show in which people must face their least favorite phở. The theory is that they will realize it doesn't actually taste that bad.
Phởddleglum
A phở restaurant in the Narnian marshes. Their specialty is eel phở, though everyone will hate it, I shouldn't wonder.
Phởmble
They have a basketball court, but you don't have to play it well.
Phlởbber
A restaurant inspired by a stretchy, bouncy substance invented by an absentminded professor
Prophởssor X
A phở restaurant for mutants, founded by a great mutant with telepathic abilities
Phởcy Jackson
A phở restaurant at Camp Half-Blood
If you think of any others, feel free to mention them in the comments, though please keep it clean.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Touché!
The Kingdoms of Israel and Aram were at war. The King of
Aram was getting really frustrated, though, because somehow Israel seemed to
know their battle plans ahead of time and managed to avoid the places the Arameans
tried to attack! They went to the locations where they knew the Israelites would
be, and over and over, there was nobody there to attack! So much for the
element of surprise.
So the Aramean King decided they must have a traitor. He
called his army together and said, “All right, who is warning the Israelites
what we’re going to do?”
“Nobody,” they replied, “but their prophet Elisha seems to
know an awful lot about our plans! He’s been warning their King.” So their new
target became Elisha. They had to get him out of the way so they could go back
to defeating their enemy! They found him in the city of Dothan, and they
surrounded the city. When Elisha’s servant got up, he discovered a bunch of
scary enemy soldiers all around the city walls, and they were after Elisha! The
servant went to his master, terrified. “Don’t worry,” Elisha said, “There are a
lot more people with us than with them!”
Now the servant was confused. “But it’s just you and me.
What are you talking about?”
So Elisha prayed, “Lord, please open his eyes!”
His servant couldn’t believe what he saw! The Aramean army
may have been surrounding the city of Dothan, but surrounding them, all over
the hills, was a powerful army with horses and fiery chariots!
So Elisha prayed again, “Lord, please blind the Aramean
army!” So God did that. Then Elisha went up to the enemy and said, “This isn’t
the right road or city, but I’d be happy to help you. Follow me!” So Elisha
started leading a confused and blind army away from Dothan, making plenty of
noise so they would be sure to hear him, since they couldn’t see him.
When they got to where they were going, Elisha prayed, “OK,
Lord, please open their eyes now.” The Aramean army was shocked to find
themselves in Samaria, right under the nose of the King of Israel!
When the Israelite King saw that Elisha had led the enemy
right to them, he was excited. He asked Elisha, “Should I kill them?”
But the prophet had another surprise up his sleeve. Both the
Israelites and the Arameans were shocked to hear Elisha’s next words: “Nope!
Don’t kill them! I have a better idea…let’s prepare a feast for them and be
kind to them instead!”
It was the last thing anyone had expected. The enemy got a
big feast, and they went back home with one less enemy. If they were gonna be
nice to them, there wasn’t much point in Aram attacking Israel, so the attacks
stopped.
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