What If…?

Yes, I know worrying about “what if” something happens, etc. is definitely counter-productive. In fact, Jesus reminds us in Matthew, chapter 6, about the reasons we don’t need to worry, weighing ourselves down with anxious thoughts.

This blog post is about a non-anxious type of “what if.” I read a quote by Albert Einstein recently that piqued my interest. He believed that our idea of Time segmented into Past, Present, and Future is an artificial one—that Time, instead, is a vast continuum. With that in mind, I pose the question: what if we could travel back and forth in what we label the Past and the Future?

The reason Einstein’s quote so interested me is because I have been fascinated with  the topic of time travel for many years. Apparently, many other fiction writers have also found the idea intriguing. For instance, Diana Gabaldon wrote the “Outlander” series with her main character moving from post WWII Scotland to the time of Bonnie Prince Charlie and Culloden (and other eras). She utilizes a boulder in an ancient stone circle--a crack in Time-- to transport her characters. Randy Ingermanson, a physicist/ Christian fiction writer, uses “worm holes” to transport his characters back to the time of Paul, the Apostle in Roman Palestine.

Actually, I can see my fascination with time travel exhibiting itself in an interest in historical characters, starting with Biblical characters, such as the women mentioned in the Gospels and most recently in delving into the character of Deborah, the Old Testament judge

My next journey “in time” will involve going back to the Civil War era and imagining what my great-great grandmother might have experienced as she watched her love go off to war. That was just the beginning of a very eventful life for her and I truly anticipate getting to know this kinswoman. I have no letters of hers and only one indistinct picture of her in a group. It is amazing, however, to see how much information can be obtained from reading family obituaries as well as newspaper clippings of the day plus studying the current events during that period.

All of this to say, I am being granted the gift of “time travel” by obtaining answers to my “what if” questions during the time I study. Of course, the time travel is in my mind, but perhaps that is what time travel is all about???

Since the Bible tells us a day is as a thousand years and a thousand years is like a day to God, I would nominate Jesus as the ultimate time traveler.

I would love to hear your thoughts and comments regarding this concept.

The Long Tomorrow

No pictures with this post, but I have been reading a fascinating book by Randy Alcorn entitled, Heaven. He has written many books both fiction and non-fiction, has been a pastor, and is the founder of Eternal Perspective Ministries, a teaching ministry.

The Long Tomorrow is a phrase Alcorn borrowed from AW Tozer, a great writer in the mid-twentieth century, which describes our life after death. That thought can be frightening to some, but it’s a thought that needs to be dealt with before one stares Eternity in the face. And of course, none of us knows when that might occur, since only God knows our expiration date.

For those of us who presently look forward to Heaven, the idea of being reunited with loved ones who beat us there, in addition to the awesome gift of seeing Jesus Who made our presence there possible, is beyond comforting, However, I have to admit, Heaven seemed like a fairly vague concept until I read Alcorn’s book. Besides the topics I mention here, Alcorn discusses many others and the last half of his book lists questions (and his answers) that readers have sent him—all very thought-provoking.

Granted, there is a lot we don’t know about this next address we’re traveling to, but there’s a surprising amount the Bible does tell us and it’s fascinating to be able to access those scriptures in one place which is what Alcorn enables his readers to do.

In case you are not into harp playing or singing in a choir, according to Alcorn, “Fear not, Heaven will definitely never be boring.” Our Creator has given us personalities, talents, and skills and there’s no reason He won’t continue having us use them—minus the curse of the Sin Factor. I found that encouraging despite the fact that I do love to make music (or have, in the past).

Will we know our loved ones in Heaven? Alcorn thinks so because the Bible says “We will be known as we are known.”He also reminds us of how Christ was instantly recognized by the Eleven after He was resurrected from the dead.

For anyone who has not firmly nailed down where you will be spending your “long tomorrow,” I urge you to not waste any more time. Jesus paid the price for your sin debt on that Roman cross 2000 years ago and His gift of your salvation is as valid today as it was to the thief being crucified beside Him. He begged, “Lord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.”  Jesus assured him that he would be with Him in Paradise. 

A simple affirmation of believing that Christ is God’s Son, who died for your sins and in your place and arose, conquering sin and death and surrendering your life to Him—that will guarantee your “long tomorrow” to be in Heaven with Him.

That will truly be Glory.

A Letter to My Friends

I remember writing letters as a child and always starting out after the greeting: How are you? I am fine. :)

That’s a bit of what this post will be as I see I haven’t written a post since July. Yikes! However, my life has progressed onward, joyfully.

My cousin and her husband came to Elko all the way from Illinois via Texas at the end of July. I did so appreciate them taking the time and making the effort to do so. I got to share the beauty of Lamoille Canyon and the fascinating

Gidget, Pat and Peggy

exhibits of the California Trail Center with them.

Stan and Peggy

August saw a delightful weekend at a local (as in the foothills of the Rubies) Christian Retreat Center enjoying a spiritual re –charge via great presentations and God’s spectacular creation. 

Cowboys Rest is located at the former Sherman Stage Stop. The Retreat offers options of sleeping in a cabin, sleeping in a covered wagon, sleeping in a teepee or really roughing it and sleeping at the lodge with indoor bathrooms/showers:). 

My friends and I slept in a teepee, up close and personal to nature, albeit on a bed. Really glad the snakes from the pond didn’t wander up our way. (Sorry, I can't find my picture of our teepee.)

The first part of September saw another book birthed—at least in e-book form. I’m hoping the paperback edition of Debra/Deborah will be available from Amazon by the end of next week. Stay tuned on FaceBook for the actual announcemen.

Mid-September found me in Ft. Worth to help son Jeffrey celebrate his birthday. Saw a couple of Tiny Houses that a local university had built and visited the Botanical Gardens. It was fun to re-connect

with Jeff and his friends.  

 

The end of September included a trip to Reno and a great visit with friends who used to live in Elko—Roy and Nancy graciously housed me in their lovely home and I got to meet their delightful grandchildren who live up the street from them.

October was nose to the grindstone month working on getting Debra/Deborah into print. My first proof copy looked good but as I read the text aloud, agains! I found many changes needed and a few errors. Those corrected, the next proof copy has been ordered. And that brings this “letter” to a close.

How are you? (Doing well, I hope.)

I am fine.

Blessings,

Pat

A Tribute to My Sons

I just completed another year of life and both my sons were on hand to help me celebrate. Jeff took a week of vacation to come back to Elko, and although we did manage to get a lot of NetFlix viewing accomplished as well as eating more than we should have, Jeff re-contoured the front yard, and both boys worked at putting up guttering in strategic spots in the front and back of my house.

Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here are some pictures of my wonderful sons and the great birthday week they gave me.

Birthday Bouquet from the boys

                Jeff pruned the

                 lilac bushes in

                 the back yard.

                                

KFC picnic at Lamoille Park

               Checking out the

                creek at the trail

                head in Lamoille

                 Canyon.

                 We find a snow

                    patch for Jeff

                    less than a mile

                     up the trail and

                    he was able to

                    make a snowball

                    on July 2!

Jeff and Brian prepping gutter lengths

 Before and After  -- A once weedy,

graveled

front

yard--

Thanks,

 Jeff

 

Men at work!!!

 I now have guttering and
two down spouts in the back


One down spout in front with guttering along the garage & partial house front.

On July 14 three years ago Dean graduated to Heaven. I am so blessed with the legacy he left—two sons who obviously love their mom. Thank you, Jeff and Brian and thank You, Lord!

An Aging Process

I’m back to reading on Kindle and although I haven’t yet finished it, am reading Boys for Men. The author, a Vietnam vet, had read a friend’s ancestor’s account of joining the army in 1876 in Montana and becoming part of the group involved in the battle we know as “Custer’s Last Stand.” (Obviously, the fellow who wrote the journal wasn’t with Custer)

At any rate, the vet who had wanted to write a memoir of his time in Vietnam, decided to write parallel accounts of his friend’s ancestor’s war experience and his own. To add to the interesting parallels was the fact that the two men’s experiences occurred about 100 years apart as the author served in ‘Nam in 1970. 

This book was of added interest to me because I possess a copy of my great-great-grandfather’s account of his experience as a teenaged soldier in the Union Army in 1863. The comparison of the three men’s experiences during day to day life has a common thread: totally boring and pretty much horrible. The only soldier who mentions having any favorable days is the soldier in 1876 and I credit most of that to the fact that he was marching through Montana.

The Civil War soldier and the Vietnam vet both suffered with horrible food, horrible sleeping arrangements, and all three soldiers appeared to have had idiots for commanding officers. (I know, they might have been prejudiced, but…)

Boys for Men is based on the premise that boys are sent to war to do a man’s job, and that was certainly the case for my Civil War ancestor. The author mentions that many in his platoon were teenagers and he was only twenty-one or so. Despite that, the boys got the job done (can’t discount the men who were also present), and if they lived through the battles, they became men in spite of it all.

It didn’t hit me until mid-week that this had to be the weekend to write about this book since Memorial Day is almost upon us. So, in honor,of all the boys, men and women who fought for freedom throughout the history of our country—I salute you! Thank you for your sacrifice.

The Day the Sky Fell

During my visit to Kansas City the first of May, my family took me to Union Station to see the Pompeii Exhibit. Ordinarily, one would have to visit the museum in Naples, Italy to see these artifacts. However, the museum is renovating the wing housing the items so instead of storing them in a warehouse, the Italians boxed them up and sent them on tour to three American cities, including Kansas City.

Pompeii was a wealthy city of 11,000 mostly Roman people. This city, along with several others were located at the base and flanks of Mt. Vesuvius. At the time of the disaster, the volcano had been giving warning of subterranean cataclysm via earth tremors, smoke and steam. In fact seventeen years earlier Pompeii had suffered a major earthquake  they were still recovering from in 79 AD All (Wikipedia has a great article on Pompeii.)

When Vesuvius finally blew her top, Pompeii’s neighboring city of Herculaeneiu and its population were covered with lava but the inhabitants of Pompeii were overcome by poisonous gases which they could not outrun and everything and everyone was covered with a fine ash. According to Wikipedia, 2,000 people died, actually succumbing to heat of 250 degrees rather than suffocation). I'm not sure how the other 9,000 escaped--maybe they were out of town:)

Seeing the actual forms of people trying to protect themselves from the choking ash and heat is extremely sobering as you can tell from this picture of a person praying.

The beauty of the gardens and the pristine condition of the ceramic vases rescued was superb. Because the city was buried under 13-20 feet of volcanic ash the buildings, artifacts and skeletons were preserved almost intact. This gives us a fascinating window into the lives of the Roman world at that time.

Villa Garden

Ceramic vases in near-perfect condition

The entire catastrophe makes me think of the frog that was boiled alive. The people of Pompeii had plenty of warning the area in which they lived was not conducive to their health, but they ignored them,                                                     it, thinking life would go on as it always had.

(This jewelry was found on a woman holding a child along with others who had taken refuge under a stairway--obviously a family of great wealth.)

I was awed by the exhibit but saddened. The plight of those people is a frightening example of doing the ostrich thing—hiding one’s  head in the sand. An ironic  factoid: these folks had just celebrated a feast to the god, Vulcan, the day before Vesuvius blew. Almost makes me think God, the Creator, had finally had enough!

Cousins, Cousins, Cousins

My mother, who took pictures of any and every type of family gathering, is probably turning over in her grave (not reallyJ I just spent a week plus back in Missouri visiting family and friends and have almost no pictures to show for it!

Bob and Lynda, my brother and sister-in-law, kindly housed, fed and pampered me while I was in Kansas City. And, my sweet brother drove me everywhere I had scheduled to visit many cousins of various levels of kinship as well as classmates

We began our travels by visiting a first cousin on our Dad’s side of the family. Marjory had done a lot of genealogy work on various sides of her family and that day she helped us discover tidbits of information re: our maternal great-great grandmother. I was very grateful because my next novel will be based on the life of this ancestor.

Two days later we headed for the Hannibal area, that city being the birthplace of both Bob and me. After a fun time eating lunch with classmates in Palmyra, a nearby town, Bob and I toured the local cemetery and with help, found the Reber grave markers as well as related folks. Bob had spent his lunch hour looking through Land Records at the local courthouse and felt like he’d hit pay dirt there

It was soon time to check in to our motel and eat dinner with more cousins. These folks were all third cousins through our mother’s  maternal grandmother. In other words, our great-grandmothers were sisters. My brother would be eating dinner with a group of people he swore he’d never met. (He didn’t remember them because he was a five-year-old when we left the Hannibal area.)

However, I was renewing acquaintances with friends, most of whom I’d not seen for fifty plus years. I had attended a country school, grades 1-4 with one batch of these cousins and had attended church each week with the other batch. (Oh, I forgot to mention, the two families of cousins I’m referring to are double first cousins.) If anyone is still reading to this post, I imagine you are thoroughly confused. At any rate, it was a delightful evening, even for my brotherJ and I’m grateful to cousin Mervin for arranging it.

The next day found us on the road again to rural Marion county near Palmyra to the home of our mother’s first cousin on her father’s side. It turns out that our grea-great-grandfather Reber was a Union soldier while our great-great-grandfather Triplett fought for the Confederacy. My brother is writing a novel based on a Civil War battle and knew that these cousins had done considerable genealogy work on their family ancestors. It was good to see Jack and Mary again as well as their son, Keith and we gained good information from the visit.

Our next stop was a lunch hosted by my school friend from country school days. Some cousins from the previous evening’s dinner were present since, with the exception of Bob and me, they had all gone to country school together at one location or another. Friends/relatives from the Hannibal area, Kansas City, Illinois, Maryland, and Nevada were represented in that that little group of seven .

I’m writing all of this family “stuff” to say that family is precious, even to the third and fourth generations. God ordained the family back in the very beginning and I truly thank Him for mine. 

A Slight Recycling

Easter Sunday or Resurrection Sunday is such a glorious time of celebration for God’s children. How wondrously breath-catching it must have been for the women who had followed Jesus to be shown--Jesus was alive! And then the news came to the remaining Eleven as well as others like the two walking home to Emmaus, eye witnesses—He is alive!

But first there had to be Gethsemane. Last year around this time I wrote about our personal gethsemani comparing those to the ponderous huge stones that grind the olives down to dry skins and pits to yield luscious olive oil.

The olive tree orchard/mill I mentioned in last week’s post had a huge old stone olive press in their courtyard at the start of the tour we took. The guide didn’t call the stone a gethsemanes because that is an Aramaic word and the stone we saw in Arizona came from Italy. But the function was the same: to grind away at the fruit, separating the skin and pits from the precious olive oil.  

We know from the Gospel accounts that Jesus so dreaded the anguish he was about to face that he sweat drops of blood as he prayed to his Father about the task laid before him. Yet He was obedient, loving us so much He was willing to pay the sin-debt we owed. Because of our sin, He was separated from His Father since God will not look upon sin. This was a soul-wrenching pain we cannot fathom in our humanness  because God is always with us on this side of the Cross.

So having faced that night in Gethsemane, the brutal beatings, the anguish of being isolated from His Father, and finally the excruciating, suffocating death on a cross, Jesus’ body was laid in a tomb. His followers had to do a hurry-up job to prepare His body for burial because Sabbath was soon to begin and Jews were prohibited from working.

Cutting a wondrous story short, on Sunday, Jesus appeared to the women who followed Him. John and Peter checked out their unbelievable story, where they, too, found an empty grave.  However, John records that the grave clothes were in a heap but the napkin that had been wrapped around Jesus’ head, was neatly folded and set aside separately. (See John 20:3-8)

Now think of a dinner party using cloth napkins. If a guest is called away from the table for some reason, the napkin will be folded beside the plate ready to be picked up again for use when he returns. However, if the guest is finished with the meal, the napkin is merely crumpled up beside, or on the plate.

Jesus was leaving a visible sign to His followers. He had been called away but was returning. And much to their joy, He did return on Resurrection Sunday.

But the good news continues. The Bridegroom was called away but His napkin is folded, ready to be used again. And He is returning for His bride, the Church. That’s us, folks!  Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. Happy Resurrection Sunday!

Tucson Times

We made what has become our annual trek to Tucson, most recently in March so we could help celebrate our Aunt Dorothy’s 90^th birthday. A good time was had by all, even Aunt Dorothy, although she wasn’t too excited about the prospect at first. Having achieved an additional decade in life is always worth celebrating, no matter what age we are and nine decades is a pretty awesome number. 

In addition, to partying with the Tucson relatives, we were able to visit with other friends and relatives along the way as well as visiting some interesting sights in the Tucson/Phoenix area.

The Tiny Miniature Museum was a delightful place, full of dollhouses complete with furniture as well as other miniatures like portraits as silhouettes, cameos, etc. In one room an entire miniature village pictured in winter was mounted under plexiglass so you could look down on all the little buildings. 

Occasionally, you would hear a thump as someone’s head hit a glass display case, trying to see around a corner or further back in a room. (I know about those thumps because my head collided with a display case more than onceJ

The picture at the right shows the entrance (I'm standing by the actual door, but one could classify the doors' as "Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear").

California no longer holds a monopoly on growing olives in the US. These beautiful blossoms will become olives in about three months or less

We visited an olive mill/olive grove outside of Phoenix and took a short tour, learning about this particular company which produces organic, pesticide-free extra virgin olive oil as well as olives and other related products. Quality items and an interesting tour. (To see two Diehls wearing olive branch crowns, you will have to go to Brian's FB page--whenever he gets them posted.)