Meet Arty

Arty

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start reading from "Zoe" on May 2nd!  You can still catch up!

Since my name is mentioned twice in Colossians, I have a certain affinity for other names mentioned there. Barnabas is one of those, and so are Tychicus and Aristarchus. I have never met one of these latter two, but through a little bit of creative derivating, I sometimes call Arthur, my pharmacist friend downtown, Tarchus, just to kind of spread my wealth of uniqueness around. It's a stretch I know, but he likes it. Arty has long been the nicknamer around here. Every group has a guy who makes it his personal duty to find appropriate monikers for everybody else, and he is usually very skilled at the task. The problem is that he can't justify giving himself a good nickname, and he generally goes without. But I fixed that. Tarchus is perfect for him, since he can't really offer a good explanation for it when asked. This makes it even better because we then share the same name-explaining burden, which completes the circle of illogic. Colossians says that Aristarchus was “a fellow prisoner”.

What do you mean you don't get it Chuck-icus? Ok, it's getting late. I'm starting to laugh at my own jokes.

Thanks for stopping in to MILLERWRITES. I hope this story concept is interesting to you. Should I work on it? (Should I really really really work on it, a lot?)  That's what I thought!

Meet Barnabas

Barnabas

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start reading from "Zoe" on May 2nd!  You can still catch up!

I don't think his parents really wanted Barney Rubble to be emblematic of their beloved son. Remember Barnabas had been Paul's partner in touring the Asian churches in the first century, until he and Paul had something of a fight about John Mark. But they worked it out by separating into two teams and succeeded in serving the new believers across the Mediterranean. Our friend Barnabas, on the other hand, was a sucker, much more like Fred Flintstone's Barney. Boisterous and fun loving, and full of practical jokes, but Barn would also fall for every lame claim someone would make, and end up looking stupid. He could dish it out with joy, but could not really take it, at all.

The last time Barney came to the meeting, everyone else was told to come early and park around the corner. Then we all hid in the back room. It was his birthday, and when he arrived and saw that nobody else was there, he sat in his car and cried. Who knew he was so sensitive? And lonely? (Besides X-Ray, I mean.) Then Yetti ran out to tell him we had cake inside, and Barn realized we had seen him crying and drove off mad! Well, embarrassed really, but we guys sometimes use 'mad' to cover our real feelings don't we Chuck?

Anyway. Our own “son of encouragement” needs more of that particular treatment, and we have formulated a plan!

Poor Barnabas.  But life for all of us is such a mess sometimes.  How do we ever cope with all of the issues; the big and the small, the critical and the incidental, the eternal and the temporal?

Meet Charles

Charles

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start reading from "Zoe" on May 2nd!  You can still catch up!

"Where does Charles fit in?"  Well, Charles, you came back to Riverton to interview me about the 'miracle' that happened here. It was your idea to write a book telling it all, and you were the one who noticed that the names of all the prominent players could each be assigned to a different letter of the alphabet  I was very impressed that  you only had to employ a couple of nicknames to do it! . But it looks like the “C” spot is reserved for you sir! I am sure you realized that all along; and that's why you asked me to start with Zoe and work backwards, isn't it?  I know, I know; “I'm the one asking the questions here Epaphras," you say.  It's a good thing, Charles, that I love you like a son!


A little bit of candid commenting is called for at this point.  Is this series making any sense?  Is the main plot line now discernible?  Epaphras suffered some mysterious loss, but went on to serve his Lord by ministering to the men, and thus the families, of his community.  The story will be told through the process of his being interviewed by Charles (Rats!  I have to come up with LAST names too?).  Please feel free to leave the harshest criticisms that come to mind.......on someone else's blog!  Only kidding; insert nasty observations below.  Thanks.  Mike

Meet Drake

Drake

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start reading from "Zoe" on May 2nd!  You can still catch up!

Torn right in half; split down the middle; the classic example of the double-minded man. This is Drake. Visiting guests at their tables in his restaurant, Drake was the most congenial host you could imagine. But catch him in the kitchen when a plate happened to be ill prepared or was slow in going out and you would see a different man altogether. One time I came out of the restroom when Zoe was heading into the kitchen. She was returning a steak that the customer said was overdone and she actually stopped and crossed herself before going in to 'Face the Drake', as she put it. It wasn't long before the shouting began.

I told Teddy that Updike was definitely not working that night. I knew, because when Updike was around, Drake was full of self-control and sweet as pie. Otherwise, he felt free to act the tyrant. Likewise, one could tell if Updike was working by the way Drake treated Zoe. He was either all business and professional, or all man and ...unprofessional.

The funny thing is that a man like Drake somehow thinks he's fooling everyone. But I never had to inform Teddy, and she didn't have to tell Updike. Updike never even needed to tell Queenie, and even if there was someone who could have sat Zoe down, she already had her eyes wide open, and played the game freely. It was only Drake who was “unstable in all his ways” and I knew it would fall to good old Epaphras to confront him.   

James 1:8 says that a double minded man is unstable in all his ways.  Yipes!  It doesn't just stay in one realm of our lives, but it spreads!  How long will Drake's restaurant, or anything else for that matter, last, if everything he does becomes 'unstable'?  And how and when can we justify 'interfering' in someone else's life when a problem is obviously threatening?

MEET EPAPHRAS

Epaphras

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

First thing people ask me? “What were your parents thinking?” Well I wasn't there, so I can't speak for them, but if I was there to speak for myself at this age I would tell them to go for it! Growing up with the name Epaphras was terrible, but the burden eventually turned into a blessing, and now I am glad for it. I could usually win kids over by laughing at my name with them, and then they would settle down and call me Epps, or Eppi or Phrasier or any one of a million derivations. Later I began to direct people to the book of Colossians where the name is found and if that didn't win me a friend, it would at least get them to shut up for a while.

I never really gave up on complaining about it though until that precious day I ran into Teddy again in that hallway and she said, as if she had said it to herself every day for 9 years: “Epaphras, the boy I miss.”

She never called me anything but Epaphras, from that day on, and it began to spread. When they heard the way she said it, even my parents dropped the nicknames they had always encouraged in order to help me through. And when I began to introduce myself with a “Hi, I'm Epaphras,” without any hint of embarrassment or shame, and instead of looking at the floor waiting for the exclamation of choice I learned to look the new person in the eye and follow through with a respectful “What's your name?” as I had seen Teddy do (her nickname was no walk in the park either). With such a simple thing my life was changed forever.

Teddy never stopped changing my life. That night at Drake's, wearing her so sexy blue dress and the biggest smile I ever saw, she started me on a new course that I could never have imagined. It wasn't enough for Teddy to see me accept and even embrace my name. Her goal was that I would become like the original Epaphras; a “dear fellow servant, who is a faithful minister of Christ.” and “always wrestling in prayer.” I think your research will show, Charles, that her vision was realized over the past 20 years, and yes, you can quote me on that. But only if you also include this one; To God be the glory!

Don't tell me that you were going to guess my narrator's name was Epaphras!  (Were you really?)  I think the name and the slight description of his ministry that we find in Colossians suggest the perfect foundation for my character.  Epaphras is the leader of a small town Church's men's group.  Not the Pastor or Priest, but a layman who just wants to serve faithfully, and finds all the help he needs in God.  Perhaps you know a man or woman who has overcome much, and gives much, to every person they meet.  Please tell me about him or her  (or yourself).

Meet Francine

Francine

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

Not that I know firsthand, but being perfect has its own dreary set of problems. So many women were attracted to Ned that he began to think he could just pick the best looking one, and live happily ever after! So (since my Teddy was not an option for him) he chose Francine. Even the world knows that “beauty is only skin deep”, and God goes far enough to tell us that “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.

Francine certainly did not 'fear the Lord', as it were. And she didn't even 'fear' Ned in the sense of even caring what he thought about her. Francine didn't care about anything really, except how much money Ned had in his savings account.

Actually there were two important items that Francine truly paid attention to: too bad they were 1) her own deceptive charm and 2) her fleeting beauty. My buddy Tarchus worked at the drugstore and he used to tell me that it was Francine's cosmetics budget and penchant for romance novels that kept the store in the black! Her natural gifts did come close to Teddy's, but the choices she made about how to live with them, were so different.  

The issues that men and women must deal with are never ending.  No matter what we start out with, we each have to decide how we will invest the 'talents' we have, and accept the weaknesses we find inherent.  How do you do it?

Meet Greg(or)

Greg(or)

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

The men's group always met on Saturday. Not every week, but averaging twice a month, and depending on the season and whatever else might be going on with the guys. The first time Greg appeared in church I invited him to our next meeting and he was very excited to come, until he realized that it would be held on “Holy Saturday”. Frankly I was used to believing that every Saturday was holy, but he was referring to the day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. He explained that this was supposed to be “the day of waiting at the tomb” and he could not attend our meeting on such an important day.

While this happened about 5 years ago I remember that I was very understanding.  I said that we would be very glad to see him at the following meeting etc etc, and then I heard a low “huh” coming from over my shoulder. I turned and saw X-Ray, who was standing behind me, now striding away up the aisle and biting on a Styrofoam cup.

By the time I turned back around, Greg was gone, and I started to think that maybe I was surrounded by kooks! Now I know that Greg (who later came to be called “Gregor” by some of the wise guys in our group when he turned out to be something of a “seedy” character) was no kook, and neither was X. But when I consider all the trouble they both caused among the men, and their families, X's were of the good kind, and Greg's were of the devil. At some point he had “lost all connection with the head.”

"Wolves in Sheep's clothing" they say.  We might all be aware of such a threat in our own circles, but how to practice the right degree of doubt?  Trusting even a stranger is so often required of us, and is so much easier than being always on guard, that we can easily be trapped by all kinds of liars, or "experts" or by gifted, but false, teachers.  Any stories to share?  Or would you rather forget?

Meet Hannah

Hannah

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

Hannah's life was shattered before it had even begun. The word we typically use for a situation like hers is “abused”, but why not use more descriptive language? As a toddler Hannah was emotionally shattered. During her early school years she was physically and thus intellectually shattered. Before she had a chance to wade through the normal distress and mystery of puberty, Hannah was sexually shattered. Consequently, Hannah had become a person who was for all intents and purposes, spiritually shattered.

But I have known Oscar and Hannah for a long time and I can say, with their permission, that a positive corner has finally been turned! Hannah will tell you, as she has told me several times, that it was Oscar's steadfast though sometimes bewildered love that carried her through to the point where so many of the broken pieces of her life could be reassembled.

I told you that Oscar was not a reliable driver; that he was distracted and maybe careless behind the wheel. These problems are the fruit of his love for Hannah. The man poured so much thought and prayer and downright work into addressing the complications of life with Hannah, that something had to give. But I expect the hard fruit effects will soon be ripening and the two of them will produce a fine crop of good works together. Hannah has met with at least two women whose lives were similarly broken, and Oscar has been encouraging the men to “love their wives, as Christ loved the Church (and GAVE HIMSELF for it)!”

Of course there is no salvation in "good works".  But good works should follow naturally after the joy of being redeemed.  Who can look back over their lives and see a human hand of deliverance?  Can you name the people who were critical in putting you back together?  

Meet Isaac

Isaac

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read the introduction to this series here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

Isaac always seemed uncomfortable in our meetings. Guys would be talking about their “issues”, sharing openly about very sensitive matters (By the way: I never heard of one instance where the vital respect for confidentiality in our group was broken) and I would see Isaac turn red, and gulp, and shuffle his feet, and look out the window as if it was his sworn duty to monitor that squirrel's activities. He was the one odd guy who simply could not relate, even in general, to the discussions we sometimes had about temptations or pornography or household responsibilities. Even the subject of arguing with the wife drew a blank unknowing stare from Isaac! We always teased him for being either super human or subhuman; nobody knew which!

While most of us in the men's group were working at overcoming some past habit, or dealing with it's fallout, Isaac found his niche in praying for us. As a child, he told me once, he simply trusted his parents and did what he was told. As a teen, his Dad challenged him to test the Gospel for himself before his Mom and Dad would “let” him believe it. Obediently, he checked out everything he had been told, and after two years Isaac decided for himself that he could believe. Then he began to memorize scripture and implement a regular program of simply doing what he read there. His baptism at 18 was not done under any churchy peer pressure, but out of obedience, this time to God.

While other teens (most of us guys) were starting to waste at least some years in rebellion, Isaac was deliberately growing toward God. While we sowed wild oats, he was tending his soil. While we harvested our crops of suffering and compiled regrets, Isaac produced the good fruit of being a healthy disciple of Christ. Yes he was sometimes the odd man out, and could turn all shades of pink, but as he told me one day “I would rather be guilty of naivete than anything else.” I was always happy for him because while some of the guys had to cry brokenheartedly over the abortions they provoked, or the lovely women they had hurt and betrayed, Isaac could, at least in his heart, live up to his name and just “laugh” at sin.

We may sometimes disparage those who act like they are "holier than thou."  But once in a while someone comes along who actually is......holier than thou, I mean.  Do you know somebody who deserves to be recognized for his or her good example?  What characteristics would you recommend I give my Isaac, to help him cope with such a strange status?

Meet Joanna

Joanna

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read my intro here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

Joanna liked living with Stan the man. She wasn't thrilled with sub sandwiches or with our little downtown, and she certainly resented that our little newspaper made a point of calling her “Stanley's new girlfriend” when they featured his shop's story on the front page, but she liked Stan. And for all of his gruff ways, and his determination to be hard and cool and...practical, I could tell that Stan was deeply in love with Joanna.

How the two right people so often find each other is one of life's mysteries. How Joanna willingly gave up her family in the city to move into Stan's over-the-shop apartment, is the other one.

Oh the complications!  Isn't life messy enough within a single straightforward marriage without introducing ex spouses and step children and half-siblings?  The men and women who rescue the broken, and form new families are heroes.  But what heartache and trauma do we open ourselves up to and why?

Meet Kris(py)

Kris

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read my intro here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

I've heard that Kris was playing Ping Pong the first time someone thought to call him Krispy. No matter what he's playing (or doing, for that matter), he always moves with a staccato, automatic motion. He looks like some kind of hyped up robot with a computerized eye-hand coordination. He was good at every sport, but it seems that baseball suited his style best and he became a high school star. For a while.

It turned out that he was only a follower. Kris had followed his brother into sports, but when he graduated, Kris just followed someone else; unfortunately he chose to follow “Crash.”

Kris is a new man today (and the best softball player I know), but still struggles with old guilt over the things he used to do. When X-Ray asked Krispy to be his prayer partner, he was dumbfounded. He looked at his feet and cried while nodding his ascent.  

What does it mean to be "redeemed"?  And are there any limits?

Meet Lenny

Lenny

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read my intro here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

Years ago I worked on a farm during summer breaks. There were four daughters and only one son, so they had to hire me. The son's name was Lenny and he must have felt threatened when his dad hired another guy that first summer, because he ragged me about my name more than anybody ever had. And that is saying a lot! It wasn't just my name, at first, because it took me a little while to catch on to the routine and to get in shape, but I worked hard to make sure the name thing was the only thing he could use on me. Then one day I was on the porch and heard one of his sisters, Abigail, call him Leonard with a sing-song teasing voice, just inside the screen door. I saw him flinch and then a sudden look of horror come over him as he realized the full tri fecta: He had been riding me all morning, Abigail liked me, and now I was coming into the kitchen, fully armed. I heard, but because I knew that Abby was even meaner than Lenny, I pretended that I didn't hear anything and made sure the subject was changed by saying something about Abby's outfit. Later, Lenny and I were working alone in the tool shed. The silence, as he could not bring himself to use one of his standard barbs on me, was deafening, so I had to say something. “I would kill,” I said, “to have a name as normal as Leonard.”

It's amazing what one good moment can do for a relationship, and to a life.  I had no idea at the time, but Lenny desperately needed to know how to forgive. What he learned that day from little old me changed his life forever.

Have you ever had such a moment?  Or provided one?  How deep into the soul would such an encounter reach?

(I still get all the free manure I need for my garden from Lenny and his SIX daughter's!)

Meet Macy

Macy

Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read my intro here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

I admire Macy for several reasons, but mainly because she is able to keep such a good attitude going all the time! Macy is the ultimate multi-tasker; able to keep her shop downtown thriving while at the same time raising four kids and, managing Peter. If someone mentions her name I picture Macy following Peter through the woods. Her blonde hair is up, perfectly neat as always, and so are her arms. Peter is ahead,on some important mission and while Macy is perfectly willing to support his efforts, she has to deal with all the branches he sends whipping back at her in his zealous and careless rush forward. But even in my mind's eye, Macy is laughing and going with the flow. They are the perfect pair. Together, with their combined massive brain, and complementary brawn, they can tackle any job!



I've sat in Stan's with Peter and Macy eating lunch. He attacks his sub just to make sure it doesn't get away. She attacks hers because she can then check 'eat lunch' off her list and get on to the next item. It works out great because they're done together and out the door together before the flap on the garbage can stops swinging.

How does Macy do it?  What is it about such a woman that allows her to be so selfless?

Meet Ned

Ned


Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read my intro here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!


Ned was always one of those guys that everybody hated to love, but did anyway. Good looking, built like a rock, solid and tall, smart as can be, and friendly too! The guy excels in all he does, and has developed his carpentry business to the point where, at 25, he just built his third house. Like a lot of those 'perfect' guys, however, Ned has a problem that he can not manage. (I knew a guy like Ned years ago who simply could not whistle; the one factor that became his hallmark trait for those of us who would otherwise have been irreparably jealous and resentful of his many natural gifts.)

I might have never known about Ned's one weakness, if he had not been working in my kitchen one day when X-Ray came over. Ned managed his regular big smile and easy banter throughout our mutual conversation, but I have learned to recognize when X's alarm bells are going off. Very subtle they are, but if X breaks eye contact, even for a few seconds, there is something wrong. Of course he never said anything to me about Ned, but he asked me if I had one of his business cards before he left.

Later, I got much more deeply involved.


Thankfully I have caller ID, so that when X-Ray calls I can pretend I'm not home!  How about you?  Might you avoid the X-Ray call?  Or are you more perfect still than Ned is?

Meet Oscar

Oscar


Who ARE these people anyway? If I were you, I'd go read my intro here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!


There was a time I thought Oscar would be a good driver for me.  Until I let him drive for me.  In any other venue outside an automobile's driver's seat, Oscar was at ease, in charge, seemingly capable and responsible.  But behind the wheel he suddenly became nervous and irritable, unsteady and downright dopey.  Confident in the old man's nature, I asked him to drive me all the way out to the cemetery one day.  I discovered quickly that if we ever made it, we just might be staying for more than a visit.

The first thing I noticed about Oscar's driving was that his right foot was not very steady.  Stepping on and off the gas pedal in perfect time like a drummer playing the high-hat, I imagine he averaged the posted speed, but I also found it easy to imagine I was getting whiplash.  Oscar's steering also gave rise to a musical simile; like a violinist's bow, we turned back and forth across the highway from the dashed lines to the solid line and back again.  I may have looked like I was enjoying the concert with one arm draped over the seat and the other laying along the door's window, but I was really bracing myself for the inevitable rollover!

Normally, this one on one time with one of the guys is invaluable.  Two guys alone, and without the pressure of eye contact, can sometimes cover a lot of ground in discussing important matters.  I believe that Oscar was thinking about some of his issues with Hannah, and wanted to talk, but his deepest thoughts were all being expressed through the wheel and pedal.  And that was not safe for anyone.


Do you have any trouble communicating your important thoughts?  Are you safe?

Meet Peter

Peter

Who ARE these people anyway ? If I were you, I'd go read my intro here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!


Don't ever call him Petey, or even Pete! My friend would not even allow Macy to call him anything but Peter.  I understand that he admires the original Peter, but Jesus got away with calling his Peter Rocky! It's really something special to have a Biblical name when you've become a believer (I know that better than anyone!), but Peter might be better off if he could relax a little bit and admit that accepting the grace is what really matters.  In fact, if he weren't so determined to emulate the great preacher, teacher and humble martyr that Jesus' Peter became, my Peter might have avoided the impetuous, rash and sometime cowardly aspects of his hero.

Maybe I'm just jealous of his simple, straightforward, classic, non-weird Bible name.  I appreciate  mine now, but it sure has made my life more interesting than it ever needed to be.  The best part for me?  When I caught up to Teddy in that hallway, she remembered my name too!


Peter has always been a hero to the Church.  Not just because he became a great man of faith, but because he was a real man with real failings.  Jesus probably shook his head more than once at the man He called Rocky, but later made it a real point to make His love abundantly clear.


So......any guesses before I reveal the name of our narrator(sometime before the alphabet runs out of letters)?

Meet Queenie

Queenie

 Who ARE these people anyway ? If I were you, I'd go read my intro here and then start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!

Queenie was tall for her age when she was eleven.  That was probably the first thing she had in common with Zoe, and perhaps why she seemed to idolize her when Zoe started working at Drake's.  The first time Zoe waited on me and Teddy, Queenie was tagging along.  She gave Teddy a little wave that night instead of the usual hug, as she was watching Zoe adoringly from a few feet away.  A few months later I noticed that Queenie's laugh had become more like the one I had heard from the kitchen; there was more of a raucous, "look-at-me-laugh" aspect in there that made me shiver.

Drake was never concerned about her, until about 6 years later, when she was really in trouble, and it was  almost too late.

There are all kinds of trouble a girl can get into.  What are the worst kinds, and what can be done to help her out?

Meet Ralphie

 Who ARE these people anyway (Read my intro here)?  If I were you, I'd go start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!
 

Ralphie
I think I told you that Stan “never took his eyes off of mine”, but he is a piker compared with Ralphie!  When Ralphie caught your eye, she never let go.  Not that she had the reading-your-thoughts kind of insight of someone like old X-Ray, but her look made you feel like you were the star of the show.  Instead of looking to make a judgment or settle on a verdict, Ralphie just wanted to know a) what made you tick b) who wound you up c) when you next had to be cranked and d) all of the particulars about your gears and flywheels!  Not to be nosey, well, yes, to be nosey, but not for its own sake; Ralphie was out to discover and document for herself everything she could about the people she met and the God who had designed them.

Ralphie is kind of short and roundish and has appropriately big eyes (a mean spirited cousin had her wondering for weeks when he said she looked like Ralph Kramden, but when she saw “The Honeymooners” she adopted the name gladly  Once I asked her what her real name was, and she paused, and asked me "What is the significance of a name in your mind?").  Sometimes Ralphie crosses too far into your space as she peers up and asks the most pointed, all encompassing question, but she limits herself to one.  And if you ever did answer that one question, however,Ralphie would learn as much as a lawyer from an afternoon's worth of cross examination.

There is nothing to fear from Ralphie.  Would that more of us were more intrigued with, and less judgmental of,  our fellow createes!  But what do you think I am missing about this character?

Meet Stan

 Who ARE these people anyway (Read my intro here)?  If I were you, I'd go start from "Zoe" on May 2nd!


Stan
If X-Ray was my rock, my right hand man and my shoulder to cry on, then Stan was my quick-sand, my second left foot, and my personal storm cloud.  How can one guy always manage to say the perfectly wrong thing at every wrong time?  I don't know, but I do know that something positive was usually formed when these apparent double negatives canceled each other out.  Stan managed the sub shop near my office, and since I was having my regular lunch there before, I continued, and have never missed one Wednesday (even if it had to be by takeout for a while).  

I remember the time Stan asked me if I still thought God loved me.  I remember especially because Wade was with me and, coming "to God's defense," he reached in to pull Stan over the spit shield!  Then I had to manage Wade's big temper, my own shock, AND Stan's big mouth!

I shouldn't really say that, because he didn't ask the question with a sneer or with any malice.  He had rightly guessed that I had asked myself (or, had asked my worldview) that question, and that I would have had an answer by then.  When I began the short answer, Stan actually locked the door to his sub shop at 12:20 during a Wednesday lunch hour and sat down with me and Wade to hear the long answer.  For the next 27 minutes (I know because I read about it in the paper) the door was repeatedly tried and only rattled, hungry wannabe customers glared in at the three of us sitting, of course, right by the window, Wade ate two 12 inch subs (and later complained that I ordered too many banana peppers on mine!) while still hoping I would let him clobber Stan, and I sat and talked about my favorite subject: God's perfect love.

Stan never took his eyes off of mine, and never said a word until I was done.  Then he said "Right", unlocked the door and began rebuking his most faithful customers for complaining.  "You just had lunch yesterday!" he yelled.




Stan wavers between faithful and foolish, trusting and testing.  He knows there's something there, but will he believe?  What do you think?

Meet Teddy

TEDDY
I first met Teddy when I had to play her at a chess tournament when I was 12 and she was 10 years old.  I saw the name and rating on the pairings sheet by mine and  knew I would take another win, but when I got to the table and saw "Teddy" I forgot how the pieces moved!  I really was a much better chess player (if ratings mean anything) but she beat me good in just 18 moves!  It was the undeniable promise of her coming beauty that knocked me off my game, and it was the mature expression of that promise I suddenly recognized one day nine years later in a crowded college hallway.   I literally chased her down the hall calling her name(of course I remembered her name!), but Teddy did not even slow down. But when I yelled "check" she did stop abruptly, turn her head just a little bit, and I saw her lips say "checkmate"!  Apparently she also had our last conversation entirely memorized.  At that moment I was so happy that I only blundered through that game of chess, for a plain looking guy like me would never have had a chance in that hallway with such a beautiful, confident woman!

There is nothing like a woman who lives out her life with the understanding that she represents the pinnacle of God's creative work; His highest achievement in flesh and bone.  No matter what form or shape her particular body is in, such a mature woman, like Teddy, will stand tall and use her precious days to minister with the confidence and humility that empowers great works.  As her husband, I later became one of Teddy's great works.

When we re-met, Teddy was one year behind me in school, so I added another major and we graduated together.  Since we were married, Teddy and I have done everything, well, all but one thing, together.

Who ARE these people anyway (Read my intro here)?

So I have made some bold statements about what I see as God's view on the role and nature of women (Is it any wonder that a gentleman would honor such a creature by at least holding a door open for her?).   By the way;  the greatest of good works accomplished are sometimes unrecognized in life and may go completely unacknowledged by the world , but they are entirely known and honored by God.  Any comments?