My parents arrived safely this morning. Praise God!
It's scary to see my parents look so frail. They were both wearing back support and my dad's face is almost unrecognizable. It's puffy from the impact and surgery. The stitches look like they were done in a hurry and it's definitely going to leave a scar.
But we are all so thankful that that was the extent of their injuries.
Please continue to pray for everyone as they recover. Thank you all for your prayers.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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Monday, April 17, 2006
My parents left for Israel this morning. They went with a few other pastors for a pilgrimmage trip. They'll be there for 2 weeks, and then stop over in Spain before coming back.
They aren't in Israel yet, since it takes some time to travel, but reading articles like this about a bombing in Israel just today isn't exactly reassuring.
If you guys have some time, please lift up a quick prayer for their safety. Thanks.
They aren't in Israel yet, since it takes some time to travel, but reading articles like this about a bombing in Israel just today isn't exactly reassuring.
If you guys have some time, please lift up a quick prayer for their safety. Thanks.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
I'm not a very good writer. I'll be the first one to admit that.
But all throughout high school and even in college, this weird and unexplicable force seemed to be at work. There were times I would spend hours on a paper. Research, edits, re-writes. In short, I felt I did a decent job on these papers. But those were the ones that came back with a bad grade.
Papers that were written late into the night and turned in without edits, essay exams where anything that popped into my head was written down without any coherent structure, those were the ones that came back with a decent grade.
Seems this force still applies today. I just turned in a risk assessment to my manager. Usually those come back marked up pretty badly. Today? I have a lot of work to read and get through, so I roughly put something together and turned it in. How many edits? 1 word.
What the heck.
But all throughout high school and even in college, this weird and unexplicable force seemed to be at work. There were times I would spend hours on a paper. Research, edits, re-writes. In short, I felt I did a decent job on these papers. But those were the ones that came back with a bad grade.
Papers that were written late into the night and turned in without edits, essay exams where anything that popped into my head was written down without any coherent structure, those were the ones that came back with a decent grade.
Seems this force still applies today. I just turned in a risk assessment to my manager. Usually those come back marked up pretty badly. Today? I have a lot of work to read and get through, so I roughly put something together and turned it in. How many edits? 1 word.
What the heck.
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