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Saturday, November 24, 2007

This Day in History, November 24

On this day in 1868, the famous jazz and ragtime pianist, Scott Joplin, was born. His music would be immortalized in the movie "The Sting "with Robert Redford. Scott Joplin had unusually large hands that allowed him to reach more keys than the average person. His piece, "The Entertainer" was one of his greatest hits.

Two other events are not so noteworthy.

First, this is the day that Jack Ruby in 1963 shot Lee Harvey Oswald and successfully removed the prime source of information as to who was involved in the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Later Jack Ruby would also die which effectively removed another important source of information. Numerous theories have been made as to who was to blame, but a cloud of silence has probably kept the truth from us. Those who know are probably dead and gone, their proverbial secret taken with them to the grave.

Second, this is the day in 1859 when Charles Darwin's On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection was published. We are still struggling with the repercussions of this famous document.

This is also the day on which Joseph Glidden received his patent for barbed wire in 1874.


Sunday, November 18, 2007

When will we ever learn?--

When will we ever learn?

Today, November 18, 2007, in the Manhattan Mercury, two articles appeared that remind us of what we have gained by insisting on denying God, Jesus Christ, the church, and the Bible. In the name of "personal rights" and "personal freedom" we have in essence taken away the rights of the most helpless of our society—our children.

For example—abortion. Exactly who benefits from abortion? Of course, the person who feels children will be an intrusion into their personal space. We cannot have anything interfere with our personal space. Therefore, the answer is killing the problem before it gets big enough to be a problem.

Cohabitation is extremely popular in American culture. There are millions of couples who are living together without the benefit of marriage. When breakup comes, it is much easier for one person to pack his/her bags and leave. No lawyers, no court costs, just leave. The article in the Mercury tells the underbelly of cohabitation—the danger to children.

There have been 900,000 reports of child abuse in 2005. It is not certain how many of these took place in cohabitation situations. However, some of the serious deaths we have read about took place in home where the man in the house was neither the father of the children nor the husband of the woman. Studies show the following:

"Children living in households with unrelated adults are nearly 50 times as likely to die of inflicted injuries as children living with two biological parents. . . ." Do we need to saw WOW?

"Children living in stepfamilies or with single parents are higher risk of physical or sexual assault than children living with two biological parents or adoptive parents."

"Girls whose parents divorce are at significantly higher risk of sexual assault, whether they live with their mother or their father."

Twenty-nine percent of families are now one-parent families. In 1977 that figure was 17 percent. Stepparents or live-in boyfriends have no commitment to the children and may be more prone to take out their frustrations on the woman's children.

The second article in the Mercury that reflects our society's lack of concern for children comes from the realm of the public library. As a child in Leadville, Colorado, I was privileged to be able to go to a Carnegie Public Library. Carnegie who was very wealthy went across the country establishing libraries in small communities. I was one recipient of such a library.

Now the library system protects child pornographers based on freedom of expression. Pornographers know that they can go to the public library, publish their material on the net, and never are caught because the libraries regularly cleanse their hard drives. When the police request a little help with catching the pornographers, the libraries respond, "We are concerned about privacy and freedom." Martin Garner, the president of the Colorado library association, said, "The question is what is the balance—giving law enforcement every tool they can think of to solve crimes and still be a place where people can exercise their rights in a free society without fear that it is going to be tracked." In short, it is more important to protect pornographers from the police than protect children from pornographers.

When we abandoned the Bible as our standard of lifestyle, we opened the door to such behavior. It will not get better until we return to a moral stance on a biblical basis.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Human cloning

Articles are appearing that point to the eventuality of cloning human beings. Immediately that raises the spector of all sorts of abuse, irrational behavior, etc. Our first response is to demand that the process stop. But

Only a person with his head in the sand would believe that we will never clone human beings. It is only a matter of time. I believe that rather than fighting the idea, because we are doomed to lose anyhow, let's determine how we are going to deal with it. For example, ethical treatment of clones.

A Matter of Commitment

When my wife and I got married we never made any plans as to how many children we would have. As a result we lost our membership in Planned Parenthood because we broke the mandatory 1 ½ child rule per family. (Actually we never belonged to Planned Parenthood). Five children came along and through difficult times we attempted to prepare them for adulthood. Each child took a different route. None followed in the footsteps of their parents as far as occupation was concerned. But each one took with him or her one outstanding characteristic for which I will gladly take credit. That characteristic is commitment.

Our children saw us struggle with Intermountain Bible College that never paid us very much to begin with and often were two or three months behind on salaries. Yet we stayed with the school until the doors closed. Not by word, but by deed we showed them that you need to keep your commitments. Likewise you need to be willing to make commitments and then carry through.

Our oldest son, Geoffrey, has always maintained that attitude on every job he has been on. Due to the changing climate of the business world he has had several jobs which is no longer to be considered unusual. But those who know him know that he learned to keep his commitments.

Our second son, Tad, entered the world of fast food while still in high school. By the time he was 17 Wendy’s decided he was ready to manage his own store. Corporate headquarters said it couldn’t be done because he was too young. But as soon as he graduated from high school he had his own store and sometimes was in charge of several stores at the same time. Tad is committed to quality in the fast food market. He kept his stores better than hospital clean and was highly respected by his employees. One employee moved to Nebraska and was hired by a Wendy’s there. She was shocked at the lack of cleanliness and when she told the manager, she said, “This is not the way I was taught to run a Wendy’s by Tad Paddock.” Unfortunately for her, the manager was not impressed and she was terminated from the position.

Tad would leave Wendy’s and go to Taco Bell. In a short period of time he was put in charge as the general manager of five stores in the Grand Junction area. They were in bad need of effective management. Tad would “clean” them up and make them some of the most profitable stores in the Taco Bell system. But one store, the one at Clifton, Colorado, seemed beyond hope. The owners of the stores came to Tad and asked him to take on just the Clifton store. His pay would remain the same, but he would only handle Clifton. Tad said he would do it on one basis: he be allowed to go to the other stores and choose the help he needed. The store managers gasped. What they saw Tad as doing was taking the best of their employees and using them to build up his own store. The owners told Tad that he could do what he requested. He went to the other stores and picked the worst employees in each of them.

Tad then took these people to Clifton and trained them to be good employees. Soon the Clifton store was doing over a million dollars a year in sales.

The last time I talked to Tad, he was telling about the lack of commitment that he sees in the white youth of America. They want enough money to get a car and then they are through working. Much of his help comes from the Hispanic community, which is being bad-mouthed by many. Tad says they will work and they are glad to have the jobs which white-people feel beneath their dignity. In September of 2007 there were 3000 jobs available in Grand Junction, Colorado and virtually no one to fill them. The fruit growers in the area lost must of their fruit because they could not get help.

Our third child is our daughter Rebecca. She married a fine young man from California who is the epitome of commitment. I will tell you that when I first learned of her desire to marry Seth Burt I had serious misgivings, but as I often am, I was wrong about him. They moved to Arrowbear, California in the mountains above San Bernardino. Many are familiar with this area because it has been on the news. Forest fires nearly destroyed this community, but for the second time in four years the fires stopped short of Arrowbear. Seth is one of the firefighters who helped control the fires.

Last summer Rebecca was dubbed “Queen of the Mountain” because of all the hard work she does in behalf of the community. She is highly respected and greatly loved because she is a woman of commitment. She conducts a very informal ministry to women on the mountain who need various kinds of encouragement. Rebecca is known for her commitment.

Our second daughter recently returned to her home in Alaska after finishing her law degree in Kansas. Friends immediately began to help her get reestablished. Some gave her furniture and televisions and dishes, pots and pans. Others helped her with projects around her house. Why were her friends so anxious to help her? Because she is a woman of commitment. She has been there more than one when they were in need from house sitting to dog-tending. Vicki has been the adventurous one. Moving to Alaska, sky-diving, open-sea kayaking, biking, volleyball and softball are just some of her adventures. Whenever some event is happening we jokingly correspond with one another that we will be on the next plane to wherever it is with our cameras and computers. We both have gone our separate ways, but still live for adventure. Vicki worked for a clothing manufacturer in Manhattan, Kansas. The owners never bothered to acknowledge the changes Vicki brought about and the money she both saved and earned for them. She didn’t need to do the things she did, but her commitment to excellent required her to do it.

Recently I met Tom Romig, dean of the Washburn Law School at a reception. We talked about Vicki and he expressed how much he appreciated her and what she contributed to the Washburn program. Very simple. Vicki was committed to doing a good job in her education. She didn’t go to play, but to become a successful lawyer. It’s all about commitment.

Last, but by no means least, we have our youngest son—Marty. In 20022 he went to work for Emmanuel School of Religion as their IT. Soon after he started their field representative was in Manhattan. He did not greet me but rather immediately began telling me how wonderful my son was. He went on for several minutes telling me the excellent job he was doing at ESR. We have visited ESR on several occasions. We never visit without being invited to the president’s office for tea. In the course of the conversation Dr. Wetzel would always say, “We want to thank you again for Marty. You have no idea how much he means to us.”

At a very important seminar the main speaker bumped his laptop computer and it fell to the floor and immediately ceased to work. The man’s notes were all on PowerPoint and the death of the computer was also the death of his lectures. Marty quietly took the computer to his office, dismantled it found a chip that had been dislodged; put the chip back in, and the computer sprang to life. The speaker was overwhelmed. But that’s Marty. Committed to excellence, committed to service.

As now as I look back, I can say with pride, that my wife and I did a good job. We taught our children commitment.

Farewell to Big Guy

Before the crack of doom, before we could be accused of burning daylight, Arletta and I left Manhattan on a special delivery run. Jammed in the cab of my 1992 Ford Ranger was Arletta, myself and our big buddy—Rafiki.

Rafiki came to us about 3 ½ years ago. His owner/mistress, who happened to be our daughter, decided to come to Kansas to study law at Washburn University. Rafiki preceded her by several months as he flew from Anchorage to Kansas City International airport. We took him home in the little red pickup, but on that occasion it was warm and he was able to ride in the back. Today the temperature was about 32 degrees and we did not think the outdoor fresh air was what he needed.

Rafiki, nicknamed Big Guy, became an instant part of the family. We love him and loved in return. He always wanted to be wherever I was especially when Vicki was gone. If she came home late in the evening from school or work, she had to come to my room to get her dog, because that was where he was. Since she left in May of 2007 he has been my constant companion, mostly whenever I take a nap or go to bed. He is one of the founding members of the Nappers’ Union at our place.

Big Guy, a 90 lb American bulldog always met me at the door when I came home from work. His tailed wagged and he did his best to let me know he was excited to see me. I will miss him.

He had to leave KCI at 6:40 am today (November 16). We were to have him there by 5:00 am to check in. That made for a very short night. The clerk at Continental Airlines was very courteous. He already had all the paperwork ready and we just had to sign a few dotted lines. Rafiki was weighed in and we said our farewells.

In the warehouse area where Rafiki waited there were another 138 dogs waiting to go also. The clerk said it is the season of the year. These were all pups bound for pet stores all over the United States. And that was for just one flight. Rafiki’s big kennel looked like a pyramid or a shrine to which all the other dogs were worshiping. He probably never paid any attention.

Farewell old pal. God be with you until we meet again.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

"Tell the Kibaka I die for Uganda"

St. Joseph Mukasa, one of the Martyrs of Uganda, was beheaded by order of Mwanga, kabaka (ruler) of Buganda. (on this day in 1885).

Back in the 1980s I was with a group of missionaries who went to Uganda to work with the churches there. It was both an exhilerating and challenging experience for all of us. Included in our group was a Navajo pastor, a native American from Teec Nos Pos, Arizona. The Ugandans had never seen this type of person, so they were quite fascinated with him.

The group was led by a pioneer missionary--Dr. David Scates. David and I had become good friends through the work on the Navajo Reservation. David, while studying at the School of World Mission at Fuller Theological Seminary, made the acquaintance of Ugandan church leaders who had either fled Uganda because of Iddi Amin or because they wanted to advance their own education. When the government of Iddi Amin was overthrown, these leaders were preparing to go back into Uganda.

Adonijah Kirinda invited David to bring a team of missionaries to teach in both the rural areas and in the capital city of Kampala. Adonijah prepared a letter of invitation which was required so that we could visas into the country. Dr. Scates collected all our passports, visa applications, funds, and made copies of the letter to send to the Ugandan embassy in the USA. Having prepared the package he took it to the GPO in Grand Junction, Colorado to send it off.

About two weeks later the package returned,unopened with a stamped message, "INSUFFICIENT POSTAGE: REFUSED." We were packed and ready to go and now we had no visas. Dr. Scates acting out of faith and hope told us, "We will try to get our visas in Kenya before we fly into Uganda."

We landed in Kenya, stayed for two days, and while there went to the Ugandan Embassy. But our letter was missing. So David recommended we put down the name of a famous Christian in Uganda as the person who invited us. Within an hour we had visas and were ready to go on to Uganda.

We were in Uganda for about six weeks. Everywhere we went people would ask us why we were there. Our standard answer, "We are here at the invitation of Adonijah Kirinda." But, all the time we were there we never saw Adonijah. We were told he was on important business in California. Oh yes, I visited the gravesite of the Anglican bishop who was executed bythe kabaka. On the gravestone are these words: "Tell the Kabaka I die for Uganda." Now back to our story. When we told people who invited us, we would hear hushed "ohs" and "ahs." Then one day one of the Ugandans and I were invited to lunch at the home of the Minister of Communication for Uganda. He arranged for us to have a real bath and I remember the layer of red mud that was in the tub when I finished.

After lunch the Minister again raised the question, "What are you doing here?" I told him the same story and he said, "Oh, I undertand that Mr. Kirinda is some trouble with the government." That raised a small alarm, but I didn't panic.

Finally, it came time for us to leave. We were waiting at the airport for the Ugandan airlines to find a plane that could take all of us and a hundred other people back to Nairobi. While we were waiting, the man who served as our host told us this.

Adonijah Kirinda was involved in a plot to overthrow the government. That is why he was not in the country at that time. And here we are telling everyone that we are connected with this guy. It is not an exaggeration to say that God miraculously protected us from an unseen danger that we were totally oblivious to. Ugandan jails are not exactly the Hotel Hilton. Being involved in the violent overthrow of a government can sometimes get your head removed. But we boarded our flight to Nairobi, complete with livestock, chickens, and cargo and returned to Kenya.

"Tell the Kabaka I die for Uganda."

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Marie Curie

Born today in Warsaw in 1867 was Marie Curie who would become a world renowned scientist for her studies in radioactivity. In the last years of my father's life he worked either in the area of exploration for and later the mining of uranium. His work covered much of Western Colorado and Eastern Utah. When he died he was working in a mine near Moab, Utah.

So what connection does this have with Marie Curie? In the early 1900s Marie Curie came to Western Colorado to get radium, which is a byproduct of Uranium. It was from this area that she got the materials for her experiments. Marie Curie would eventually die of radiation poisoning because at that time the dangers associated with radium and uranium were unknown.

For good or ill, Marie Curie made a major contribution to the life of the world.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

People are Important

People are important.

Last night, November 3, Arletta and I went out to the Johnsons in Wamego to attend a reception for Klint and Amanda Janulis. The reason for the occasion was the safe return of Klint from combat in Iraq. Klint's parents, Alex and Margaret Janulis, are special friends. We participated in Klint and Amanda's wedding last December. Now we could share in the safe return of Klint. However, others were there, a lot of others. Paul Mueller and his new wife came down from Lincoln, Nebraska. Major General Tom Romig (retired), now Dean of the Washburn Law School, and his wife Pam were there. Mike Schilling and Glen Evans among others. We had a great time of visiting with all of these people. We are thankful that we were invited to the party. Good food, good fellowship and good beer (although I did not sample any).

On Friday November 2, I received a call from Roy Utah. The person on the other end was Dennis Whisler. Dennis was among the students that I taught at Intermountain Bible College over a 17-year span. Dennis had returned from Vietnam in the military and was an older student even when he started. Nevertheless, from the beginning it was obvious that Dennis had a big heart. During the time that Dennis was with us, he referred to Arletta all the time as Mom although he was not much younger than she was. During that time, Arletta suffered a miscarriage. As a good husband, I went to the hospital several times during the day and then returned to my responsibilities as a teacher. But Dennis just stayed and shed tears. Anyone going by would have assumed that Dennis was the husband. Later, when Dennis found the girl he wanted to marry, she asked me if Dennis was genuine or was his sweet spirit just a façade. I told her the story about his visits to me wife in the hospital and assured her that Dennis was genuine. The next summer they were married.

Dennis moved to Roy Utah to continue in a ministry that had been started a few years earlier. Dennis has been there for over 30 years. He has done a good job in difficult circumstances and been continually found faithful to the Lord.

When I told Arletta that Dennis had called, she reminded me that there were others out there that we had trained and disciple while were at Intermountain Bible College. The school was always underfunded and we went without paychecks for months at a time. We were never accredited by any accrediting organization, but our graduates went on to get advanced degrees at places like Fort Hays, Lincoln Christian Seminary, Denver Seminary, and Cincinnati Bible Seminary. There are still several hundred of them still very active in the kingdom of God. They made excellent missionaries, planted churches, started youth camps, and won souls to Jesus. The school closed in 1985. Accreditation and money finally overwhelmed it. The library was sold to pay the faculty's back salaries and all of us moved on.

Twenty-two years have passed since the school closed, but the legacy is already extended into the next generation. Thanks, Dennis, for the call. You are one very special person.