Alan

 Good morning and welcome.  Let me tell you a true story.

 A couple of days ago I was working in the office in the early afternoon along with Marria, our office manager.  The day was quiet and I was working on a future Bible class lesson and catching up on some reading.

I noticed that the outside office door bell had rung, which wasn't unusual.  Most deliveries, church members, and others come to that door in order to be let in or conduct some kind of business.  Marria answered the door via telephone, then came to my office telling me that a man was at the door wanting to use the phone.  She asked if I might know the man.

I went to the door and opened it to a man I didn’t know who was clean, but rather rough-looking.  I'll call him Alan.  I asked Alan what he needed, and he explained that he needed to use the phone to call his parole officer.  He said he had been to the library, city hall, the county courthouse, the jail, and a couple of churches.  No one would let him use the phone.

Alan said he had just been released from El Dorado corrections early that morning, and was supposed to report to his parole officer in Salina, but had missed his bus connection to Salina.  He needed to contact his officer to let her know where he was.

I don't know how I make these decisions, but in that 45 or so second conversation, I determined he was probably safe, and let him in to the outer office where there are chairs and an end table.  We have an older-style portable phone connected to our system that someone like Alan can use, so I got it for him.

He had several papers with him, along with a boarding pass for the Beeline bus  from Wichita to Salina...the bus had left at shortly after 8am that day.  There were several numbers on those papers, so we tried calling the ones we thought would be helpful.  One was in Topeka.  One in Salina.  One in Wichita, and a couple of others were on those papers as well.  The Salina number was the best option, but no one answered the phone.  Other numbers resulted in either voicemail or being put in a, “Press 2 for …., Press 3 for..., and so on.”  None of them yielded any help.

While Alan and I were trying to formulate our next move, I asked if he would like something to eat.  We have some snack-type food in the office, so I gave him some of that and some water.  He also needed the restroom.  Sometimes even the restroom is a blessing.

It seemed obvious to me that the gentleman was really trying to do the right thing by contacting his parole officer.  While we were working with the phone and numbers, I found out that Alan was taken from El Dorado corrections early in the day and dropped off at the Wichita bus station...the OLD bus station that now sits empty.  Alan wasn't from Wichita, had never been here, and had no clue where he was to go or what he was to do.  He had no idea where the new bus station was, so he began to wander the streets downtown asking for help or a phone.  He received no help that he told me about.

So, later in the day, just a couple of blocks from the library, Alan found RiverWalk Church.  His bus had left hours ago, and he was no longer needing to get to the bus terminal, but rather had to contact his parole officer if possible.  We continued to try numbers, and eventually re-dialed the Salina number.  The Salina parole officer who Alan was supposed to report to answered the phone this time.

Alan tried to explain the situation to her.  However, as he was missing several teeth, his speech wasn't clear.  I suggested to Alan that I visit with the parole officer.  He agreed and handed me the phone.  After explaining who I was and what the situation with Alan was, she got her supervisor, putting him on speaker phone.  I also put our phone on speaker so Alan could hear us all.  While we were talking, the supervisor tried to contact the Wichita parole office, but was unsuccessful.  They suggested that we hang up while they continue to try to find a solution for Alan, who had no place to go that night and no way to get to Salina.

A few minutes later, the Wichita parole office called us and said that they would be picking Alan up and taking him to the Rescue Mission for the night.  The Salina parole office then called back a couple of minutes later telling me they had contacted the Wichita parole office.  They told me the same thing and further explained that they had arranged for someone to get Alan the next morning and take him to Salina.  They also spoke directly to Alan, telling him about the arrangements.

In a few minutes two parole officers came to the church and got Alan.  He took his leftover snacks and went to their car.  I followed him, thanked the officers for their service, shook Alan's hand, gave him a side hug, and he departed with them.

I will tell you that I was unable by church policy to take Alan to the mission.  I cannot give someone a ride that I do not know, for obvious safety reasons.  I will say that Curtis, our lead minister, told me while I was waiting for the Salina parole office to call back that he and I could both go to the mission with Alan as a passenger if needed.  I agreed, but suggested we allow the parole office to find a solution if at all possible.  And they did.

There are some takeaways about this story I'd like to share.

First, why did they drop Alan off at an empty, dark, and obviously vacated building that used to be a bus terminal?  What kind of person does that?

Second, Alan should have been able to have visited with a live person who could have provided real help and assurance after just a couple of phone calls.  That was not the case, and his frustration was evident.

Third, why was it so difficult for Alan to find a phone he could use?  Why were those he encountered while he wandered the streets of Wichita not more helpful?

 

Obviously, I don't have the answers to these questions, and it all seemed to work out in the end.  Once we were able to speak to a live person, things starting moving and Alan was taken care of.

I guess my other question would be, what would Alan have done had we not opened our door to him and let him use the phone?  What if I hadn't assured the Salina parole officer of Alan's desire to do the right thing?  What if he had been left to navigate this situation on his own?

I don't know what he was in prison for.  I didn't ask and he didn't volunteer.  He was, however, obviously grateful for our help.  And I'm grateful we were there to help, thanks to the RiverWalk congregation who finances the office and the staff through the weekly collection.  May we always glorify God in our dealings with others.

Absolutely Safe

 As you may know, I follow a woman on social media in Washington State who goes by Farmer Girl.  She posts often about her work and about her faith.  In a recent post, Farmer Girl asks this question:  If you could do absolutely anything you wanted, and you were guaranteed that you would be completely and absolutely safe, what would you do?  For many of us, the answer might be to sky dive, drive a race car, climb Mount Everest, or some other similar feat.  But, she says, for many women who would answer that question, their response would be that they would go for a walk.

Yes, they would go for a walk if they were somehow guaranteed complete safety.  Because being “out and about” for a woman generally is vastly different than for a man.  Farmer Girl goes on to explain further what many women have to mentally go through in order to be out and “on display,” so to speak.  Here’s what she says:

I don't think a lot of men realize how much mental math women do without even noticing anymore.  Who is behind me?  How long has that car been behind me?  Did they just make the same turn?  Okay, that's two turns.  Three.  Four.  Don't go home.  Where can I go instead?  Somewhere with people?   Cameras?  Law enforcement?  (When) the same vehicle has followed you through four different turns, you decide that no, we are absolutely NOT showing this stranger where we live tonight.

And it isn't just driving.  Park under the light.  Have your keys ready.  Look in the back seat.  Lock the doors when you get in.  Don't sit in the car staring at your phone.  Don't walk with both headphones in.  Notice who's behind you.  Notice the car that's been there too long.  Notice exits.  Notice when something feels off.  Eventually none of this even feels like taking safety precautions anymore.  It's just normal.  It's something women learn to do almost automatically, usually without announcing it and sometimes without even realizing how many little decisions they're making because of it.

This is Jay again.  I always knew that it was different, generally, for women than for men when going out in public.  But this post by Farmer Girl refreshed my thinking and gave me new appreciation for what many of us have to do to be safe in this (or any) society.

A similar thought process was brought to my mind just a couple of weeks ago when I visited our food pantry when it was open.  Usually, there are several women there along with a couple of men, but this time, only three women were working there.  We talked about the fact that they were a bit uneasy that day, and just felt more safe with a man around, not that they had been in any danger that day.  It was just that the women who worked there felt more comfortable dealing with whoever came to the door of the pantry if a man was present.

Some years ago, we were house parents at a home for girls and young women.  The relief house, where the girls went when we had our week off was staffed by a single woman.  Coming back to our home following our return to duty, one of the girls told me that she felt safer, as she said, “having a man in the house.”

Before we go any farther, you need to know that I am not in any way saying that this is a universal thing for all women.  Nor am I saying anything about any supposed superiority of males.  We can rail against sexism and our unsafe streets all we want, but the sad fact is that many women not only are taught from a young age on how to protect themselves, but actively practice it whenever they go out for any reason.  It is just a part of the DNA of many women to know and to practice this kind of safe movement in society.  And it’s a fact that it’s part of that same DNA for many women to generally feel more safe when a trusted man is in the vicinity.

I once was visiting with a female friend in my office who is a social worker.  She and I have for years, and still do coordinate with each other at times to provide some kind of help for a client of hers, or for someone who may come to the church for some kind of help.  My friend also had a long history of abuse by men in her life and background.

We were in my office visiting when she said something about not trusting men and being very careful to not unknowingly encourage an encounter or a relationship.  However, she and I had developed a good relationship such that we considered ourselves friends.

I asked her what was different about our relationship that allowed her to open up to me in ways that she would never have done with another man.  She simply said, “I feel safe with you.”  I must say that at the time, I didn’t quite understand even with that statement what made the difference.  And I’m not sure I do even now.  However, it is gratifying to me that I am able to, at least for a short time and in whatever way, allow her to let her guard down and just enjoy the friendship.

I confess I don’t fully “get it,” when thinking about this topic.  I only hope that I will continue to be someone who doesn’t make a woman any more nervous and stressed than she already is, and that I can at times help women relax a bit and find more enjoyment rather than having to constantly be on the lookout for some nefarious character who is out to do harm.

Farmer Girl also speaks of what it will be like in heaven for women to just be safe.  Here’s what she says.

I think heaven is going to feel different in a way we can't completely understand yet.  Of course there are a thousand bigger and more important things about being with God for eternity.  But I wonder sometimes what it will feel like to simply be safe.  Completely safe.  Not “I checked the locks” safe.  Not “someone knows where I am” safe.  Not “I have a plan if something happens” safe.  Not safe because I was careful enough.

Safe because there is nothing left to fear.

No looking over your shoulder.  No listening for footsteps.  No watching headlights in the mirror.  No calculating exits.  No wondering whether the person approaching you means you harm.  No little part of your brain quietly standing guard while the rest of you tries to enjoy the evening.

Just safe.

End of Year

 If you see much television from the local stations this time of the year, you know we are inundated with campaign election commercials.  And yes, the word “inundated” is the correct word.  It seems like the campaign commercials are even outpacing the injury lawyer commercials, which in itself is quite an accomplishment.

The commercials this election cycle seem to be especially nasty, at least in Kansas.  There are two state-wide races…one for Governor and the other for US Senator.  These two have captured the attention of election pollsters and pundits from all over the nation.  These races may well define Kansas politics for the next several years to come.

Many of the commercials are placed by PACs…Political Action Committees…organizations which are hiding the identities of those who are actually funding the ads.  Those ads seem to be especially vitriolic this year.  Many of those ads spout information that sometimes resembles the truth, but for the most part is garbage dressed up in a slick outfit.

There is one refreshing ad on local TV, though…that of Congressman Ron Estes.  Estes has a simple ad which tells of one of the things he helped with over the past few years…the aviation industry in Kansas.  As I said, the ad is simple, direct, and as far as I can see, truthful.  Estes comes across as likeable and friendly.  He doesn’t pillory his competition.  In fact, he never mentions his competition, but rather speaks of some of his accomplishments and his continued attention to not only aviation, but also to the pocketbooks of citizens.

I don’t know whether I will vote for the Congressman or not.  As an Independent, I have disagreed with Estes on several of his votes these past couple of years.  However, I really appreciate his ad, and have contacted his Wichita office just to let them know that I have appreciated how he has so far conducted his campaign.

Of course, before the campaign ads are finished, we will soon have the Medicare enrollment ads suffocating us.  They all want us to sign up for their Advantage plans, and dangle all of these “extra” benefits such as dental services, money for over the counter medications, help with grocery buying, and so on.

What they DON’T tell you is their poor reimbursement rates for medical services and the fact that many providers are “out of network” or don’t accept their insurance for that very reason.  I think most of these ads are borderline con jobs.  They tell just enough of the truth to avoid being hauled up on fraud charges, yet they don’t tell the whole truth.  In my opinion, they are enticing people to sign up for something that in many cases will not be adequate for them.

Now, I’m not saying that all Advantage plans are bad and that everyone should avoid them.  You need to do your due diligence, do your research, get unbiased information…yes, that information is available…and make an informed decision as to what is best for your specific situation.  However, to make a decision simply based on a TV advertisement is NOT making an informed, researched decision.

These last months of the year 2026 will be interesting to say the least.  There will be political intrigue and fallout from the election, some unexpected shenanigans from the lame-duck congress, and continued ideological division among the population.

We are also entering the winter season, which brings about its own uncertainty regarding the depth of the cold and snows, and whether we’ll have a severe ice event with power outages and disruptions.  Or will the season be warmer than normal with little in the way of moisture and an early spring.

This is also the time of year when flu, colds, and other such ailments seem to come out of hiding to infect us.  Many of us will be vaccinated, but some won’t.  This will inevitably bring out the anti-vax crowd telling us that vaccines will kill us all.  And there will be those on the other side with just the opposite speech.  Again, do your research, get  unbiased information, check with your medical provider, and do what is best for you.

This winter, some of us who are already medically compromised may well succumb to some virus or disease this winter.  Others of us may find out for the first time we have a serious medical condition that may or may not be treatable.

And then there are the holidays…Thanksgiving, Christmas, the new year.  Each of those holidays has personal meaning for each of us.  Some of us find great joy in the celebration.  Others of us reminisce or perhaps become melancholy because of some past event.  And there are some of us who just don’t celebrate at all.  To each his own, and may God’s blessing be upon us all as we hurtle into these last few months.

Blessings.

Entitlement Trap

 Good morning.

 Most of the time we go about our days, and everything works normally, as planned.  And then there are the other times.  Most of these “other” times are first world issues, I will readily admit.  Even so, sometimes things just seem to be a bit weird.

Case in point.  Yesterday, I went to Wesley hospital to visit a fellow church member who had been there for a day or two.  I know my way around Wesley, and mostly know how to navigate the sometimes complex hallways and buildings that comprise the campus.  So a visit like this was nothing unusual.

I managed to find a parking spot not far from the southeast entrance.  It involved parallel parking, which I practiced long years ago and can still do reasonably well.  I managed to put my little Ranger into the spot and went into the building.  The patient was in building 4, so I made my way to those elevators.

Someone had already pushed the “UP” button, so we just waited for a car to appear on the first floor.  After a minute or so, one became available.  Three of us went into the car.  A woman pushed the “6” button.  A man pushed the “10” button.  I asked for 8 to be pushed, which the woman did for me.  All of the buttons lit up properly.

The door closed, and we started up.  When floor six came, the car stopped.  The door opened, and the woman left.  The car resumed it’s trip up to the eighth floor.  The car stopped, the ‘8” button light went out, and the door opened.  I left the car and went toward the patient rooms.

Looking at the room numbers, I was confused at first.  Room numbers in building four begin with the number of the floor they are on.  The room numbers all began with a 7.  I went to the nurses desk and asked if I was on the 7^th floor instead of the 8^th.  She confirmed.  I told her I know that I thought the elevator had let me off on the wrong floor.  She said that things had been a little strange all day.  The phones went out for awhile.  Her computer was acting up.  I wondered if whatever was happening with other electronic equipment may have affected the elevators as well.

Now, you might tell me that I was just mistaken…that the 7^th floor button was also lit and the elevator just naturally stopped there first before going on up to the eighth floor.  Or perhaps someone was waiting for a car on the 7^th floor and pushed the button on the outside of the elevator.

I will agree that while it’s possible someone on the outside had pushed the button asking for an elevator on the 7^th floor, no one was there to get in when the door opened.  Additionally, the 8^th floor button light went out when the car arrived at the 7^th floor.  And I know that the 7^th floor button inside the elevator was never lit.  Putting two and two together, I will always, I think, believe the elevator car stopped on the 7^th floor, thinking for some reason it was the 8^th floor.

Well, after my visit with the woman at the nurse desk, I wondered if I really wanted to get back into an elevator that didn’t know what floor it was stopping on.  I readily would have taken the stairs if I had known where the stairs were.  I didn’t, however, so I called for an elevator car, got in, pushed the 8^th floor button, and hoped for the best.  This time, it did deliver me to the 8^th floor, and I was able to complete the visit.

The way back down was uneventful.  I was with two other people, both employees.  I figured if they were willing to trust the elevator, I could too.  We made it to the first floor without incident.  Not the 2^nd floor.  Not the basement.  The first floor.

Now, all of this, if one will step back and look at it as I said at the beginning, is a first world issue.  The vast majority of people in the world today have never seen an elevator.  They’ve never been to a hospital such as Wesley.  They don’t have the transportation to get to a hospital even if one is nearby.  They have no money or insurance to pay for health care, even if health care is available, which is a tenuous proposition in many parts of the world.

Yes, I could complain about the elevator not providing me the service I requested.  But doesn’t that seem rather petty when considering the plight of most of the world’s population?  I am reminded of Job in the Bible, how, when everything he owned and had was taken from him in the first chapter of the book, his wealth, his family…all were taken from him…even then he fell to the ground and worshipped the God he served saying, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart.  The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.”

Be careful during those times when you feel like complaining and griping about something that has happened to you that you think was unfair or not deserved.  Falling into the entitlement trap is a dangerous place where you don’t want to be.

 

Blessings,

An Ever-grateful Heart

Good morning.

 I think there comes a time in the lives of most of us, if we live long enough, that we discover that we are gradually falling apart.  We find that we have to see our medical providers more often.  We are going to the dentist more often.  We are taking more pills.  We are more careful about what we eat or drink.  We are more diligent to find time to do some sort of physical exercise.  Mentally and emotionally, we begin to prepare for the inevitable time when we will no longer be functional.  That’s just the way it is, it seems.

It is the very unusual person who has very few if any older age ailments.  Once in a while someone will be featured on social media or the news who, at age 100 ran a 5K race.  Or they climbed some mountain.  Or maybe they still are working at some job that requires physical exertion.  But that’s not the norm.  That’s the, shall we say, abnormal.

Normal is what I described a minute or so ago.  The pills.  The doctor visits.  The exercise regimens.  And so on.

At my stage in life, these things are happening to me as well.  These past few years have consisted of meeting new medical specialists, having some extensive dental work done, working with therapists on chronic aches and pains, and taking more pills than I think I ever have in the past.

Now, don’t misunderstand.  The pill thing isn’t something to be concerned about.  My medical provider knows about each one, and we regularly review whether or not they are needed.  Some of those pills are supplements…vitamins…that my provider has suggested would be good for me to take.  He has made those suggestions because of bloodwork that has come back which was less than very favorable.  It isn’t some thing where I just decide based on some TV or social media ad that I need this or that latest version of what someone is selling.

And I know that teeth don’t last forever, and that implants are sort of the thing now rather than a mouth void of a decent mechanism of chewing up food.  The problem is they’re expensive.  And they take time to bring to completion.  And did I mention that they are expensive?

There are always things that insurance…in my case Medicare…doesn’t cover which would be beneficial and result in a better state of health.  Most of us don’t have millions of dollars squirreled away somewhere, so we have to carefully consider the options and do what we think is best, given the resources we have.  Sometimes, we have to advocate for ourselves…and do so rather vigorously at times…in order to arrive at the place we think we need to be in our health care.  Most folks, I think, don’t do much in terms of self-advocacy.  They pretty much accept what the medical provider says and just goes with it.

I agree that we go to the professionals for advice on how to treat or deal with a certain condition.  However, their advice isn’t always perfect, nor is it always in your best interest, because the provider can’t possibly know all that you know about yourself.  And sometimes a provider will suggest treatment that insurance will pay for, and disregard any treatment not covered by insurance.  But if you dig a little deeper and have the means to pay out of pocket, sometimes a better alternative can be had.  It sometimes pays to ask questions.

We also sometimes listen too intently when a friend tells us some horror tale of a medical procedure or plan gone wrong.  Or we jump on social media and find all sorts of people who have had either wonderful or horrible experiences with some procedure of treatment.

Listen.  Gathering information…good information from reliable sources…is a good thing to do.  We need to have good background information in order to make an informed decision on our care and treatment.  However, hearing about a brother-in-law who had a botched implant procedure because of what he was sure was the fault of the medical professional involved isn’t necessarily productive or helpful in knowing how to best make one’s decision for care and treatment.  Just visiting with the provider, or perhaps getting a second opinion, researching reliable sources, and considering one’s own life and lifestyle are much more productive in making an informed decision.  And that word “informed.”  That’s the key.  Making an informed decision.

I don’t know where you are in life.  You may already be one of those who has more medical appointments than you ever thought possible just a few years ago.  You may be one of those very few who can still run a marathon at age 88 and only take a vitamin pill once a day.  But whatever your lot in life, remember one thing in it all.

A healthy life is a blessing from God.  Good medical and dental professionals and the interventions they can provide are blessings from God.  Old age medical insurance, or any kind of help to pay a medical bill, whether insurance, funds set aside to help those who can’t pay a bill, or any other kind of help is a blessing from God.  Transportation to and from those medical appointments is a blessing from God.  Modern medications that can do wondrous things are a blessing from God.  Modern methods of anesthesia are a blessing from God.  And I could go on and on.

An attitude of thanksgiving and an ever-grateful heart…the best medicine there is.

 

Blessings. 

Looking Back

 Good afternoon, and welcome.  A few days ago, I began looking back over some of the older document files on my home computer.  Some of them are twenty or more years old.  Many of them are letters or notes written to someone.  Some are articles I had written for a church bulletin.  Some are articles that were published in the Hays Daily News back when it was a real newspaper and I was invited to be a guest columnist.  Some are resumés or some kind of work-related document.  It was interesting to go back and read some of the things I had written that many years ago.

I wondered as I was looking through those files if my kids or grand kids would have any interest at all in reading some of that after I have passed away.  After all, one can gain quite an impression of someone else just by reading what they’ve written in the past.  Additionally, pretty much all of my Thursday Thoughts have been saved on the computer as well.  I began these thoughts, I think, at the start of the Covid pandemic in early 2020.  I looked back and found a video from April of 2020.  I believe that was pretty much the beginning.

I started the Thursday Thought as a way to communicate with my friends and relatives, offering what I hoped was encouragement and positivity during a time of shuttered businesses, social distancing and fear of the unknown.  It kind of morphed into an every-Thursday kind of thing that has outlasted the Covid epidemic, a presidential election, and a lot of change in the international geo-political scene.

I’ve done thoughts on many topics…topics that have run the gamut from strictly faith-based to an overview of my week leading up to Thursday.  And this thought is sort of unique in that I am looking back over the past five or more years, and even farther when speaking about re-reading some of what I had written a couple of decades ago.

One thing I saw, but DIDN’T look at was a resumé that I compiled those decades past.  I intentionally didn’t look at it because even the thought of having to go out and find a job now is one of those giant UGH thoughts.  I think I’d rather have a wood splinter under my finger nail for a few days than to have to look for work.  Even looking at an old resumé would bring back thoughts and emotions that I don’t need right now.

Yes, I have a job right now.  I’ve had this one since 2012.  I coordinate many of the administrative functions at our church.  I have an office.  I have a computer.  I have a desk.  There is an office manager who answers the phone and the door among about a million other duties.  I plan Bible classes.  I prepare classes and once in a while a sermon.  I read.  I study.  I visit members.  I do all those things and more.

However, often it doesn’t seem like a job.  Mostly it’s more like, “OK, I get to do this today.  Let’s see where this goes.”  My hours are generally when the office is open.  However, if I need a half day for something, I can take that half-day.  If I want to leave early, I can do that.  I can set a medical or other appointment pretty much at will.

I get a stipend for what I do, and that’s enough.  The benefits far outweigh any lack of pay.  I’m not sitting home wondering why the clock hands don’t move more quickly.  I’m not letting my brain turn into mush because of lack of use.  I can interact with others on a regular basis.  And, I can be of service to others.  I can be  useful.  I can do my part to make this corner of the world a little better for my having been here.

Later today, I’ll leave the office and go visit a member at their home.  I don’t do this every day, but it’s not an unusual thing for me to do either.  Earlier today I started coordinating some help for an older member to move out of a larger house into a smaller apartment.  Tomorrow, I’ll order some pizza to be delivered Sunday for a meeting we’re having following our services.  I’d also like to visit a member couple this weekend…the husband has Lou Gehrig’s disease and has been having some increased physical difficulty recently.

These kinds of things I don’t look at as work.  They are ways…sometimes very small ways…I can be of help…be of service…help ease the load of someone else.

So, yes, I have a job, to go back a few minutes.  But it’s one for which no resumé is needed…nor wanted.  I’ll keep the resumé file.  Maybe my kids would like to look at it sometime.  But I have no interest right now in reviewing it.  It can remain unopened.

Thanks for coming with me in this thought today.  May God bless you this day.  And may you see and express your thanks for those blessings.

There But For the Grace of God

 Good afternoon.  The heat just continues to build.  Sort of like summer is marshalling all of it’s forces to hand us a sort of last gasp of heat and humidity before the autumn breezes begin to blow and, hopefully, the autumn rains will come.  This time of year is an interesting time as far as weather is concerned.  Yes, the heat and humidity seem to go on and on without end.  Yes, it seems to be miserable outside.

But there are real changes taking place in the environment…changes that are happening because summer is actually winding down.  The tall grass in the park is shooting up seed pods.  Birds are finishing up raising their young.  Many plants are coming to maturity.  The summer grasses, Bermuda, buffalo, and others, are thoroughly enjoying outdoing the fescues.  The toad that sits under your porch light at night is getting fatter.  Even the constellations in the sky are changing to their fall displays.  It’s a great time to lose your summer doldrums and watch the creation as it morphs into a fall and then winter pose.

As part of this time of year…the extreme heat, I normally try to get my walking exercise in during the morning hours.  It was until a couple years ago that I could stop at Towne West shopping center and walk in comfort.  But that building has been sold and turned into basically warehouse space.  It’s no longer available to the public.

Sometimes, I can walk while still at home.  Other times, I’ll come to work, then walk downtown.  That was the case today.  I came in to work, then went for my walk.  As I was walking past the Garvey Center on West Douglas, I noticed a wallet on the sidewalk.  I thought about leaving it, but decided it was in good hands with me…I didn’t know who else might come by and see it.

I took it back to the church and looked through it.  Finding a drivers license, I tried to find the gentleman on social media.  I was unsuccessful at that, but I did have an address.  I decided to go there to see if he might be home.

Arriving there, I found a locked front gate, a rather dilapidated house, and a neighbor sitting on her front porch.  I went over to the neighbor and asked if she knew the man who lived next door.  She didn’t know much about him.  I told her why I was there and gave her contact information for the church, telling her that his wallet would be at the church if he wished to recover it.  She said she would tell him, and that was it.

I have never found anything like that in any of my walks before.  I have found maybe a coin or perhaps a nail in the street...something like that.  I'll usually pick those things up if I can.  But I’ve never found anything of real value such as that wallet.  Hopefully, he’ll get the note I left with the neighbor lady and retrieve his wallet.  If he doesn’t, I’ll take it to the nearby police station and leave it with them.

One other thing this hot time of the year does is bring out into more of the open those who have not been able to keep up their bill payments and their electric utility service has been suspended.  We’ve received several calls this summer from folks in that circumstance, and many more where the service is in danger of being discontinued because of non-payment.  We’ve had so much of that earlier this summer that we’ve had to discontinue our benevolence for a time.

Today, I received a call from a woman who, if she is telling me accurately, has been living without electric service since the end of March when the cold weather rule was discontinued.  They managed to find a generator to meet their basic needs, but now the generator is broken and they are totally without service.  There are two older people in the home…both of whom require medical services that need electricity.

I didn’t even ask how much they owed.  It doesn’t really matter.  If they owe, for example, one thousand dollars to get service started, that amount may well look like one hundred thousand dollars to them.  The mountain is insurmountable regardless.

My guess is it will be a long time before they are able to get electric service again, if ever.  I wonder how many households in the Wichita area are just like these people…service has been discontinued due to inability to pay, or who are in danger of having service discontinued.  What is the percentage of households who are living like this?  I’m thinking that number would be much higher than one might think.

If you are living with a roof over your head, with transportation, and in relative comfort, be thankful.  Just be thankful.  And be humble.  Then find some way to help support those who are not living with your level of comfort and convenience.  You know the old saying, “There but for the grace of God go I…”

 

Blessings

The Vote

 Well, good afternoon.  The primary elections are over, at least until next time.  I hope you voted, if you were eligible to do so.  I don’t know who you may have voted for, and besides, it’s none of my business.  The ballot is one of the most cherished parts of living in this society, and frankly is one of the last places where one’s private business truly is private.

It seems that we’re being tracked, traced, and pumped for information pretty much with everything we do and everywhere we go.  If you have a rewards card with any business, they are tracking your purchases.  If you have a smart TV, cable TV or streaming, you are being tracked in what you are viewing.  Your car, if it’s a newer model, can and does track your maintenance and other aspects of ownership and driving.  If one of your appliances connects to the Internet, your use of that appliance is being tracked.  And, of course, wherever you click on social media or whatever you search for is being tracked and traced.  It’s pretty much ubiquitous.

But voting...the ballot...we know if you voted.  We know where you voted.  We know which political party’s ballot you voted on if the election is a primary.  But we don’t know HOW you voted…who you voted for…how you voted on bond issues and other questions.  That information forever stays with you unless you choose to divulge it.  And that’s an increasing rarity these days…the privilege of privacy.

We’ll have another election in November.  This time, there will be only one ballot because it is not a partisan primary election, but rather a general election.  Your vote will continue to be a matter of privacy.  Yes, we will know whether or not you voted, but we will not know HOW you voted on this or that race or this or that issue.  Be informed.  Don’t pay much attention to the mailers, the TV ads, or the social media posts.  Get your information from trusted sources.  Do your own research.

You should know by now that if you’re a citizen, you have an obligation to participate in elections.  Not an obligation that comes from some law or edict.  But rather an obligation out of thanksgiving for being able to live in such a society.  Yes, even with all of our faults, prejudices, and issues, we manage to make it work.  But it takes us all to participate as best we can…to give back rather than continuing to just be on the receiving end.

OK, I’ll quit preaching here and go on.

I was visiting with one of our deacons who works with building and grounds.  We had just looked at a water leak and plumbing issue.  This has come in addition to several other items that need to be repaired or replaced in and around the building.  I said something about a 50 plus year old building needing more attention, just like when we get older, we have a larger stable of medical people…many of them specialists in some area.  We do that because generally, more can go wrong with an older body than a younger one.  As the body ages, it begins to have to cope with stiff joints, unstable blood pressure, diminishing eyesight, and other maladies that often accompany aging.  It’s just a fact of life for people as it also is for things…buildings, automobiles, and the like.

Of course, there comes a time when the body can no longer cope…can no longer make the adjustments it needs to keep going, and it expires…it dies.  Eventually, it’s the same with a building.  Oh, it may be put on the historic preservation list and be around 200 , 300, 500  or more years from now.  But eventually, eventually, it will succumb to the inevitable.  The question for buildings always seems to be, is it worth it to make the repair, or do we just replace?  The question for bodies may look similar, but the thought process is much different, because we’re also looking at the mind and soul of the individual as well as the physical body that houses that soul.  We believe every person has inherent value and worth, unlike a building or automobile.  And we need to take that into consideration as we make sometimes very difficult or painful decisions.

Meanwhile, we employ people in various vocations and specialties to help us navigate through those times when something goes awry in body or mind.  And often, they can help.  They can many times enable the body to better cope with the problem.  In some cases, they can either fix the problem or at least put that problem or issue on the back burner, which allows a better quality of life and living for awhile.

It is my hope and prayer that you are living your life as fully and completely as possible, given your circumstance and situation.  May God continue to embrace and bless you.

 

Blessings,

 

God Provides

 Good morning!

 Tomorrow, I have a dental appointment.  I had been to the dentist a few days ago for a routine cleaning and checkup.  Of course, they found something in the checkup.  I have a tooth that has decay under it’s crown.  That means they’ll have to remove the crown and take a better look at it to determine treatment.

Treatment could consist of removing the decay and replacing the crown, a root canal, or possibly extraction and implant.  Of course, I’m hoping for the most conservative of these…the removal and replacement of the crown without the root canal or the extraction.  I don’t know yet what he will decide to do.

Most people don’t like to see the dentist.  I get it.  I have I don’t know how many root canals and crowns.  I also have two implants.

I’ve been seeing the dentist ever since I was about 9 years old.  Back then we had an older gentleman in town who did dentistry.  We didn’t have much money and dental insurance wasn’t a thing.  So I only saw him when absolutely necessary.

I won’t tell the entire story, but one of my front teeth got broken back then.  We went to this dentist to try to get something that would work for me.  He evidently didn’t do the porcelain-infused metal crowns, so tried to put a giant filling on it.  Of course, it wasn’t at all permanent, and I had to regularly go back to have it re-glued.

Each time he did that, he’d grind on my tooth without anesthetic, telling me it didn’t hurt.  But it did.  I’d about come out of the chair.  Finally at age 12 I was taken to a dentist out of town who did modern crowns, and he fixed me up with one that worked, and used anesthetic as well.  I had that one replaced 12 years later with one I still have.  That one is over 50 years old.

So, I get my distaste for dentistry honestly.

Of course, dentists now use all manner of aids to lessen the stress and discomfort.  However, I still get that turning in my stomach whenever the time for the appointment approaches.  And during the procedure, often there are sounds of grinding or other noises that, although they don’t bring discomfort, still they tend to create images of what may be going on inside my mouth.

So there’s that tomorrow.  Hopefully, something will go right and I’ll be able to be back in business in a very short time.  However, if extraction is called for, I can do that too.  I’ll ask for a referral to the oral surgeon who did the other two extractions a couple of years ago.  He’ll also be the one to set up the implant.  He did a great job.  Very little discomfort.  Very little complication.

But in the event I’m laid up for the day, I’m doing this Thursday Thought on Wednesday and am making it public right away.  So at least you’ll know.

In other news, we’ve had to curtail our non-member benevolence recently due to funding.  In June and earlier this month, need was greater than we’ve ever seen before.  Utility bills were the primary driver of the need.

We do our best to “tithe” or set aside ten percent of our donations for non-member benevolence.  We far exceeded that by the first week in July in this budget year, so we’ve had to not only cut back, but just eliminate that service for a time until the budget catches up with the actual expenses.

I don’t like to have to do this.  I realize the need.  I get the fact that there are many homes in Wichita who have no electric service or water service because of non-payment.  And I get that it’s hot out there…that many times there are children living in the house, or perhaps an elderly person or someone with medical equipment of some kind.

I go back to my friend Jennifer White when I think of this.  “We can’t do everything,” she says, “But we can do something.”  We can’t fix all the ills of the world, or even the ills of those who come to our door or call our phone number at the church.  But we can do something.  We can do what we can do…we can use what God gives us.  I believe we are doing that to the best of our ability right now.

We’ve not stopped all benevolence.  We have members of the church who are in need who we are helping right now.  The needs of our members are not subject to the suspension.  We’re doing what we can right now with what we have.  And prayer is a very necessary part of this.  We pray for wisdom.  We pray for circumstance and situation.  We pray for guidance.  And God provides.

 Thanks for listening.

Blessings.

This Week

 Good morning.

 This week has been rather long and sometimes rather intense.  We’ve had to curtail our non-member benevolence for awhile because of so many who have needed help, and we just don’t have the funds in the budget for now, so I’ve had to explain to many over the past couple of weeks that we could not provide them with help with an electric bill or put gas into their vehicle.  Sometimes the conversations were relatively short, but sometimes the person wanted to talk, knowing we couldn’t help them.  They wanted to tell their story to someone who would listen.  And so we put aside what we were working on and just listened, asking pertinent questions at times to help fill in the gaps.

Additionally, we’re working with a couple of women, one of whom is a member and one who knows several in the congregation from past encounters.  Each of these women has sustained deep trauma.  Each has endured extreme emotional and mental pain…and sometimes physical pain.  Yet the ways we can help are very limited because we are not mental health professionals.  We are not counselors.  We don’t operate safe houses or provide long term child care.

I’ve told you before, but will say it again, “We can’t do everything, but we can do something.”  We do what we can with the resources we’ve been given.  One of the resources that we have lots of is time.  We can listen.  We can pray.  We can validate their humanness, treating them with dignity and respect.  And we’ve done all of that with these women…multiple times over.

Trauma doesn’t disappear overnight.  It’s a long, slow, bumpy, and sometimes scary road to take.  Yet these women and countless others we have no knowledge of are traveling that road in some way, shape or form.  Their courage and strength are incredible.  We’re just here to do what we can to keep them on the road and try to encourage them to move ahead.  They are the ones having to do the heavy lifting.

Some do it better than others.  Some fall off the road and have to find their way back.  Some stop in the middle of the road, frozen in fear or doubt.  Others are the encouragers, encouraging themselves even as they continue to encourage others on the road to recovery.  Most of them by far are women.  I have no doubt that men have much the same issues; however, they seem to be more reluctant to both admit it and seek the help they need.  And I think…my opinion, now…it is at least some of these men…men who refuse to get the help they need, who then traumatize, or further traumatize a woman already suffering trauma, by abusing, neglecting, or physically harming that woman.

On a more positive note, tomorrow is Friday.  I normally don’t work at the office on Fridays and tomorrow is no exception.  I plan to go to central Kansas with son Michael and grand Sterling to see the Big Boy Union Pacific steam engine as it makes its way across Kansas.  It will stop in Wilson for about 30 minutes, giving us and everyone else who shows up the opportunity to get a close-up view of the behemoth.

Steam engines are notoriously inefficient and consume lots of fuel, water, and man-hours of maintenance and care.  It is easy to see why diesel engines replaced the steam engines.  However, there is a certain nostalgia and wonder when it comes to those machines.  Their sheer size, noise, and power are a sight to behold and experience.  Especially for those of us who remember steam engines on daily runs pulling trains of cars, it’s a time of remembering and appreciating the day.

The Big Boy is the largest steam engine in the world, I believe, that is operational.  Union Pacific is passionate about its steam program and has another operational engine, the 844 “Living Legend.”  Considered the fastest steam locomotive in the world, it was delivered to the UP in 1944 and has never been retired from service.  The railroad sends these engines along with a car makeup regularly along its lines as roving ambassadors for the railroad.  It seems quite a success as there is a lot of time, energy, and money devoted to these trips.

So, we’ll be doing that tomorrow, the Lord willing.  I know it is forecast to be hot, but with the Big Boy around, it will be even hotter close up to the engine.  And it should be a good day.

Thank you for staying with me these years as I continue this video thought on most Thursdays.  I know I may sound like a broken record sometimes, but that is because I talk about life and living from my perspective…from my world view.  Everyone has a different way to see things, and I’m just giving you mine.  I respect yours, but have my own just as you do.  That’s what makes the world an interesting (to say the least) place.

Thanks again for listening.

 Blessings

Think About That

 Good morning.

 It is the unusual day at work when I do NOT have a request to be seen for some kind of benevolence.  Those requests come usually on the phone, but sometimes the one needing help comes to the building and asks to meet with me for a few minutes.  As you may already know, I work with the benevolence ministry at the church, among other responsibilities.

Sometimes, we are able to provide some kind of help for a need.  Other times the need is beyond what we are able to work with.  Or it could be that what we have to offer is not what they have need of.

Regardless of whether we are able to help or not, I always try to engage in conversation, asking about their current situation.  I try to keep the conversation centered on them, encouraging them to talk about both the difficulties they face as well as some of the better parts of their daily lives.  Most people usually respond positively to the conversation, and several have thanked me for just listening, even when we couldn’t help them in a material way.

One commonality I have noticed over the years in the lives of these people is the incredible difficulties they have in just getting through the day or week.  Living on the edge requires hard, difficult work.  It is physically, mentally, and emotionally draining.  It is complicated.  It is demanding.

Accessing whatever services that may be provided can be a mountain to climb rather than a molehill to step over.  They have to fill out forms…mostly online now…ask for an appointment time with a caseworker…and somehow find transportation to and from the appointment.  They may eventually be approved.  They may be denied.  They may need additional information that they don’t have readily available…a birth certificate, a government ID or the like.

They are put on waiting lists.  They stand in lines.  They have multiple needs and multiple issues to address.  They may have children who need constant supervision.  They need to find food, deal with a landlord who won’t fix the plumbing, enroll the kids in school and somehow find clothing and school supplies for them, obtain diapers and formula for an infant, and not miss a court date on the protection from abuse order they want issued to an ex.  And in the middle of all of this, they are expected to stand in line, spend hours on the hold on the phone, and navigate the sometimes incredibly complex world of government and even non-profit services.  I am amazed at the resilience of many of these people.

I was recently visiting with an immigration attorney in Wichita.  I asked her if she could quantify in just a few words the state and status of immigration in the nation.  She looked at me for a second, then she said three words.  “Confusing,” “complicated,” and “exhausting.”  I have no idea what it is like to work with immigration issues and the fact that the law is in many respects anything but clear and concise, but I do know that besides those descriptors, if someone uses legal services, it’s also expensive.  My guess is that relatively few who need an attorney can actually afford one at the standard rates.

If  you are living a life of relative comfort…if you don’t have to stand in line, waiting to see a caseworker…if you have food in your house adequate for your needs…if you have decent transportation, a roof over your head that doesn’t leak, Tylenol on the shelf for your minor aches and pains, plumbing that works as it should, transportation to get you to the doctor and supermarket, and clothing that is clean, you need to drop to your knees and thank God for the blessings.

And as soon as you get off your knees, determine what you may be able to do to make someone else’s day a little better.  What you may be able to do to make your corner of the world a little brighter and pleasant.  What you may be able to do to ease someone’s burden just a little.

And don’t let a judgmental attitude take over your thoughts when you see someone who is unhoused, someone driving an old, beat-up car, an older man on a bicycle with a wagon attached that has all of his worldly belongings on it, or someone who is using a food card to get groceries.  There but for the grace of God, that person could be you.

And understand that word “grace.”  A better way to say that sentence would be, “There but for the totally free and unmerited favor of God, favor that has nothing to do with who you are or what you’ve done, but rather was given you by God’s choice and pleasure, that person could be you.”  In other words, you did nothing…you could do nothing…to earn or deserve God’s favor.  You’re no more or no less “special” in God’s eyes than the homeless woman on the street corner who is asking for your loose change.

Think about that this week.

Blessings,