A Christmas Message
A Christmas message from our family to yours.
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An Old Friend Comes
Christmas is here again. He is like an old friend who comes to visit. And as last year, you may be anticipating the inevitable disappointment that you and Friend Christmas have grown even more distant. When we were young, Christmas was our most anticipated season of the year, a truly magical time of lights, gifts and joy. Now, we are older, and the purity and anticipation of the day are not the same. What happened, and how can we rekindle that friendship once again?
The rekindling. The viewpoint is not like the involuntary wonder, joy and anticipation of wrapped curiosities from my childhood. I am keenly aware that with each passing year I must seek the wonder, joy and anticipation of the baby. Don’t get me wrong – I love gifts. But, I realize too that gifts will not last forever – they will crack, wither and fade. They will become antiquated, worn and obsolete. However, the ever deepening discovery of the love of Jesus will never pass away.
Have you ever had someone break their promise or commitment to you? Maybe it was a simple assurance, a pledge of loyalty, or even perhaps a marriage vow. And perhaps the promise was so important to you that when it was broken, so was your heart. Jesus Christ, the creator and sustainer of life, never breaks His promises. In fact, His promises are covenantal and will not be broken, for He is a God of assuring excellence. Jesus promises you forgiveness, acceptance, hope and renewal if you will only stop and surrender your brokenness and disappointments to Him. In essence, by giving Him our debris, he gives us His very best.
That is the rekindling I find every Christmas season. The wonder, joy and anticipation of the baby – our very Creator humbling Himself to come in the lowliest of states to proclaim in the simplest of terms how much He loves us.
Merry Christmas.
-D
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Rebecca performs in Alice in Wonderland
Hi everyone, this is Rebecca. I recently auditioned for Katy Visual & Performing Arts Center (KVPAC) Jr. Company and made it in. KVPAC’s Jr. Company put on Alice in Wonderland. It was soooooooo much fun!! Here are some pictures of me (Alice) and our awesome cast from Alice in Wonderland. Enjoy! It is kinda a weird show…
-R
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Power Games
It’s a perfect diversion to the world – we come together every other year to be entertained by the Olympic tradition of friendly rivalry and national pride. We put aside our differences and take time to celebrate universal passions that bring us together and enjoy the sense that the world is not so large and unfamiliar. The 2008 Olympic Games are underway and the Russian army attacks the sovereign nation of Georgia. The invasion has scary similarities to the German invasion of Czechoslovakia at the beginning of World War II. For the Nazi Germany, Hitler’s hunger was for an embedded ethnically-German province belonging to Czechoslovakia. So it seems for Russia and the Georgia province of South Ossetia, only this invasion began with a Russian cyber-attack on the financial and governmental centers of Georgia – truly a sign of the times.
Russia built much of its now sustained wealth on the heavy investment of crude oil. Pipelines now lead from Russia to Europe, providing as much as 40% of Eastern Europe’s oil. Georgia also hosts one of the longest pipelines in the world, the BTC Pipeline, which runs between the Caspian Sea offshore oil fields and the Eastern Mediterranean Sea. The pipeline’s major shareholder is the United Kingdom. With crude supplies becoming a critical piece to the world economy, it looks more and more like Prime Minister Vladimir Putin is playing power games – Power games under the shadow of the beloved Olympics.
Please pray for the victims of the Georgian invasion and for justice, freedom and national sovereignty to prevail.
– D
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Vacation: A little “Austintatious”
On the week before our anniversary (20 June), Lisa and I went on vacation. We didn’t wander far. After dropping the kids off in Marble Falls for a one-week camp (Camp Peniel), we jumped in the car and hastily made our way to the Hilton Downtown Austin for a couple of days and nights. We literally parked the car in the parking garage and walked everywhere: restaurants, the capital, shopping and historic sites. The only exceptions were the worldwind guided bus tour and the one afternoon we made our way to the hike-and-bike trail on Lady Bird Lake. More on that later…
Here are some photos from the worldwind tour:
A light jog –
The afternoon we went to the hike-and-bike trails, we planned on a nice jog/walk a couple of hours before the sunset. Our (okay, my) plan was to be back at the Congress Avenue bridge to watch the largest urban bat colony in North America (1.5 million) take flight at dusk. Lisa really didn’t want to go running on her vacation, but she conceded. We parked, stretched and started our way west from the First Street bridge on the trails. The trails were so awesome and the weather was so favorable, I completely lost track of how far we went. At the end of the first hour, (yes, first hour) we finally turned around.
Let me just say, Lisa is a great sport. She hung in there. I felt bad since we had to go the same distance to get back in time to see the bats. Jogging is not something Lisa had done in some time, but she pressed in and we walked and jogged back with time to spare. In that one outing, we ended up walking/jogging over eight miles.
Hyatt at the Lost Pines:
After our stay in Austin, we drove out to the Hyatt Regency Lost Pines. It was amazing – settled far back into the pine forests of central Texas along the Colorado river, this resort had a lot to offer: hiking trails, horseback riding, golf, full service spa, pools with a joining lazy river, a butterfly garden, daily activities for the kids, Smores by campfire every night, good food and great hospitality. We did a lot of eating, rest and relaxation.
A sunset sail, or so we thought:
I signed us up for this sunset sail. I thought it would be romantic and special for Lisa and me. Well, as it turns out, when we showed up at the water’s edge, we were staring at five river rafts. We had to wear lifejackets and we had to work – not exactly what I had in mind. It turned out to be a lot of fun. We had a couple of goofy college kids working summer jobs at the LCRA along as guides. They kept it all pretty lively, but not,… uhm, romantic.
A hike through the McKinney Roughs Wilderness Area:
We took one morning and hiked a couple of hours in the McKinney Roughs State Park, adjacent to the Hyatt.
The home of Shiner Beer:
Well, we ended our time by traveling south to Shiner, Texas and toasting to a great vacation with some free Shiner Beer.
Picking the kids up from camp:
Finally, it all came to an end, and we went and gathered up our little chickadees at Camp Peniel. The boys and the girls each had their own “closing ceremonies” where the cabin leaders presented awards and shared what they enjoyed about each child under their care. The girls danced, sang, presented dramas and said sweet things. The boys, however, had a Pow Wow, where clapping was forbidden. Praise was verbalized with a “How” or “Hmmm” (spoken in low tones). Activities included stick wars, tug of war, and leg wrestling… very different from the girls fairwell.
– D
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Rebecca performs in Honk Jr.
Rebecca performed last weekend (18-19 July 2008) at Katy Visual & Performing Arts Center (KVPAC) as Ida in the production, Honk Jr. After four productions at HITS Theatre, Rebecca decided to branch out and try a children’s theatre company much closer to home. She auditioned for a two-week theatre camp and received the lead female role in the production, which included three vocal solos and lots of lines. All lines had to be memorized within one week – quite a tall order for these kids, but they did an impressive job!
-D
Hello everyone! I recently took part in an intensive theater camp that lasted two weeks for three hours Monday-Friday. The show was called Honk Jr. and it was about Hans Christian Anderson’s story of The Ugly Duckling. I was cast as Ugly’s mother Ida. It was a pleasure to play her because she is like no part I have ever played. Anyway the show was cast in a very comical way because the guy who plays my son is about two feet taller then me! Anyway now that i’ve given you some background on the show, sit back, relax, and enjoy some pictures from the show!
– R
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Boomtown
Port Arthur, Texas. Were you expecting this label attached to a nicer place?
I just got back from a business trip to that fine metropolitan area. I’ve never been there before, so I can’t claim witness to the transformation taking place there. My colleagues say the growth is simply amazing, and everyone there is benefiting, down to the sandwich shops. New restaurants, hotels, subdivisions and shopping are all around. On the east side are the true agents of change: the refineries. On that side of town, you can scarcely throw a rock and not hit a refinery distillation column, storage vessel or furnace – it’s like a forest of metal tin cans, pipes, pots and pans straight out of Dr. Seuss.
Some of the largest refineries in the United States live here (One is sprawled on 3500 acres operating at peak production of 400 million barrels of oil per day), and they are ALL expanding. We were there helping one such refinery do just that. Their goal is to meet the increasing demand of oil and gas fuel products, including gasoline. And although I am not one of the over 2 million direct employees hired by the domestic petroleum industry, I am, along with my colleagues, a part of the countless that indirectly benefits from the growing global market. While my company is diverse in many industrial sectors, it is deeply imbedded in the welfare of refining – and I have a job.
Really, we all benefit. Yes, you too. Over 93% of oil companies are owned by you and me. They are apportioned in tiny pieces called shares to our stock portfolios, 401k plans and mutual funds. I can’t understand why someone running for president would have the “brilliant idea” that taxing the oil companies would help lower gas prices and ease the burden on families… Really? That’s not going to make my fuel cheaper or help my retirement fund… quite the opposite. Okay, that was slightly off topic. Still, the fuel prices are starting to change our driving habits, and food and freight prices continue to go through the roof.
There are no easy answers. I believe, though, in grand scheme of things, this whole “crisis” is just a blip on the RADAR. Time and time again, these kinds of market pressures produce great advances in science and engineering. I look forward to being a part of discovering and using new and renewable sources of energy. But for now, 97% of our transportation (planes, trains and automobiles) depends on oil products to go. So for now, we need to drill and we need to refine like mad.
Wind, nuclear, solar, and geothermal are not going to get us down the road. Electric and fuel-cell technologies are coming along but have some serious technological obstacles to overcome. Hang in there though… one day, sooner that you think, we will see capitalism and American ingenuity at their best, hopefully before the government further strangles the taxpayers by nationalizing the domestic oil industry. That’s another “brilliant” idea. Oops, I did it again.
Check out this site for more on the other side of the story.
I welcome more discussion. This one is juicy.
-D
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Rebecca performs in Peter Pan
Hi everybody! I performed in the HITS Childrens Theatre as “Wendy Darling” in an adaptation of the Broadway production of Peter Pan. This show was sooooo much fun! It starts out in the Darling family home right before bed time. In the night, Peter Pan comes and wisks the children far off to Neverland. Wendy becomes the lost boys mother and together they face the adventures of pirate fights, indian attacks, and learning to be a family.
– R
In this scene, as Mrs. Darling puts Wendy, Michael, and John to bed, they all sing the song, “Tender Shepherd.”
Wendy tells the Lost Boys stories while waiting for their “father”, Peter Pan, to come home.
Wendy and the Lost Boys were afraid that the Indians were attacking. They then realized that the Indians only want to be friends.
Wendy sings to the Lost Boys a bedtime lullaby. In the song, she remembers her mother and wants to go home.
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Justus at South State
The 2008 Michael Sims Memorial South State Meet was held at Bryan High School, Bryan, TX. For state competitions at levels 4 and 5, the state is divided into two regions, north and south. The south meet covers Houston over to Bryan/College Station, and then over to San Antonio. Justus competed with 79 boys and scored first place gold in Floor and Vault events, and 4th place in the all-around. It was a great day and a great way to end the season.
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Justus at Maximum Horsepower
Justus had another meet last weekend. Family came in from Austin to see Justus perform at his meet and celebrate his and Cousin Emily’s birthdays. Family activities included eating, eating and more eating. We had a Saturday night fajita party at our house with the revealing of our new kitchen. It was the first time we had so many people helping out in the kitchen were we had plenty of counter space to get everything prepared!
On Saturday morning, everyone convened at the gym for the Maximum Horsepower Invitational. This is the same gym where Justus scored first place in five of six events and first in the all-around back in February. There must be something to this gym, because once again Justus scored first place in Floor, Parallel Bars and first place in the all-around (55.75 pts, once again a career high).
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Easter Pics
Easter Sunday was fabulous! After Easter celebrations at church, Lisa, the kids and I met Mimi and Pepaw at Vargo’s Steak and Seafood in Houston for a relaxing and fancy lunch. They have huge gardens out back with all sorts of wildlife (peacocks, ducks, geese, rabbits and turtles). It was a memorable afternoon. Thanks Nancy and Warren!
– D
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What is truth? – Part 3
Most of us, down in our very core, acknowledge that there must be an absolute truth. After all, if absolute truth did not exist, we would be hostages to relativism, relating all matters of objectivity with subjective assertions. That would be foolishness.(2) We cannot simply allow social groups to decree or “vote” as to what truth is. Furthermore, our own internal definition of truth is influenced by our culture and experiences.
So, let me get this straight: For the truth, we can’t depend on our surroundings, and left to defend our own standard, we are helplessly influenced by our, well, surroundings. It is a troubling, self-perpetuating cycle. It comes to reason that we must depend on a source outside the influence of man. You see, absolute truth can only come from an ultimate source, the spring of all truth, the very standard and source by which all things are measured, namely our Creator. (Furthermore, our knowledge in an absolute truth, faith and moral law are due to the fact that we are designed in God’s image (see Romans 1:20). But, that is the subject of another day.)
Pilate asked rhetorically, “What is truth?”
Jesus had already answered Pilate’s question some days prior, stating,
I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6, NIV)
Statements like these fly in the face of relativism. It cuts to the quick, remedying any, to use Eagleton’s words, rejection of totality or harbor of pluralism.(1) Our very Source of Truth has spoken clearly. There can be no other interpretation. The truth that Jesus spoke of was of himself, the great “I Am.” (see Exodus 3:14).
So, what do we do with that? Read the following passage slowly. Allow it to soak in.
From the Gospel of John,
In the beginning was the Word (Jesus), and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.
There came a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to testify about the Light, so that all might believe through him. He was not the Light, but he came to testify about the Light. There was the true Light which, coming into the world, enlightens every man. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him. But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God.
And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.” (John 1:1-14, NASB)
We are left with the incredible conclusion that Jesus’ very presence was the truth he was speaking of – His own word in the flesh. This is the heart of the Easter story. There is one way that leads to the Father. There is one divine and absolute truth fulfilled only through Jesus Christ. There is a life that can be lived in complete forgiveness, freedom and faith.
I don’t own the truth. I only share the Truth that owns us all.
– D
























