Captain Courageous

It’s been an eventful couple of days around here. Just when you think things are getting slow and boring, BOOOOM! BANG! something happens to snap you out of it and wake you up to reality. Well, last night my brother, Captain Courageous, was taking a leisurely stroll down our street to clear his head when he heard a loud scream from a neighboring house that is under construction. It is one of our neighbor’s hobbies to build houses and he has been working on this house for years. So, Captain Courageous went running into the house and found the wife of the man frantically screaming and the man laying on the floor bleeding horribly with lots of blood surrounding him. Captain C ran out, called 911 and went to get my mom for help. We aren’t sure how long he was laying there, but he had lost a lot of blood by the time he was found. The medics and fireman then came and took him to the hospital and then he was flown to the nearest trauma center. Anyway, it was quite an evening. 

Today, my brother and a friend were out biking when they heard another scream and loud cry for help. There was a lady screaming for someone to save her dog. My brother, being the courageous hero he is, ran and jumped into the river to save the dog. The water was high and the current strong, but he and the dog made it out (thankfully!). The woman was extremely thankful and rewarded him with $200 and $150 for his friend. So, anywho…we’ve now dubbed him Captain Courageous and put a sign on his door to make it official.

I think that it’s pretty much universal that we are fascinated by the superhero, the good guy who saves the day. Sure, the superhero isn’t always SpiderMan or Batman and not everyone loves comic book heroes, but we all loved the stories of the recent plane crash into the Hudson River where the men were actually men and sacrificed for those weaker than themselves or the men who sacrifice everything everyday for our freedoms here at home. Merriam-Webster defines a hero as a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities; one that shows great courage. I am going to start posting stories and other writings about some of my heroes.

a little blue box


This weekend I was out of town for a friend’s wedding. It was all so beautiful and romantic. The bride was gorgeous, the food delicious and the first dance memorable. I love spring and I love weddings. Weddings are so fun. The bride and groom’s happiness and excitement is always so cute and you just can’t help but smile and be happy too. I’ve had “At Last,” by Etta James stuck in my head all weekend. There is just something about wedding happiness that is infectious. The happy couple were all smiles as they went around and greeted all their guests. It was so sweet and then they showed the slideshow. Dang it, those things get me every time. I think it’s the combination of a the sweet/sappy music playing as you see the two people, now united as one growing up separately and then you see them become a couple all in about five minutes. I don’t know, it’s very moving though 🙂 

Anyway, all of the wedding festivities from this weekend have put me in a little blue box kind of mood. When I think of weddings I think of Tiffany’s and a perfect little blue box with a small white ribbon. Although, I have recently decided that I don’t want anyone to go into debt paying for an engagement ring, so I shall be very happy without the blue box and I will even forego the diamond if necessary. However, I have extremely sensitive skin, so I will need a platinum wedding band 🙂 No, but really, maybe it’s just the season, but beautiful white dresses, cakes and lovely venues are floating around in my head. 

I just started reading “This Momentary Marriage,” by John Piper. It is really a great read even if you are not married. The first chapter is titled, “Staying Married Is Not about Staying in Love.” He quotes Dietrich Bonhoeffer at the beginning saying, “As you give the ring to one another and have now received it a second time from the hand of the pastor, so love comes from you, but marriage from above, from God. As high as God is above man, so high are the sanctity, the rights, and the promise of love. It is not your love that sustains the marriage, but from now on, the marriage that sustains your love.”  He goes on in the first chapter to talk about how marriage is God’s doing and for God’s glory. I haven’t finished it yet, but am looking forward reading the whole thing. I do like the way Piper begins the book talking about the momentary gift of marriage. He starts the introduction talking about martyrs John and Betty Stam.

Ever since I was a little girl I have dreamed of the day that I would walk down the aisle, a vision in white, with my dad ready to marry the man of my dreams. I’ve spent countless hours daydreaming about this unidentified day floating around sometime in the hopefully not too far off future when I will become Mrs. So and So. I think all little girls must dream of this magical day. Well, as I have gotten older and I attend more of my friends weddings I am struck by the weight of the commitment they are making. I have been blessed to grow up in a home where the gospel is clearly displayed through my parent’s marriage. I have seen that marriage is not without conflict, but that conflict walked out Biblically leads to growth and much joy. I have seen my parents walk faithfully for many years. I love the introduction in “This Momentary Marriage,” Piper writes that “Marriage is a momentary gift. I have only scratched the surface of its wonders and its wounds. I hope that you will go farther and deeper and higher. As this book is published, Noel and I are passing our fortieth anniversary of marriage. She is God’s gift to me–far better than I deserve. We speak often of the wonder of being married till one of us dies. It has not been trouble-free. So we imagine ourselves in our seventies or eighties–when divorce is not only sin, but socially silly–sitting across from each other perhaps at Old Country Buffet, and smiling at each other’s wrinkled faces, and saying with the deepest gratitude for God’s grace: “We made it.” To those who are just beginning, I simply join Dietrich Bonhoeffer in saying, ‘Welcome one another…for the glory of God. That is God’s word for your marriage. Thank him for it, thank him for leading you thus far, ask him to establish your marriage, to confirm it, sanctify it and preserve it. So your marriage will be for the praise of his glory.'” I hope that one day I will be able to enjoy this gift for the praise of his glory, but if not, I know that God, in his sovereign wisdom will graciously provide all that I need.

Death is Not Dying

It’s been a while, but I’m still here. And maybe, just maybe I’ll keep up with this a little bit better since it is now summer holiday (although not really because I’m working all the time). Ok, anyway, I was making the rounds, getting my daily dose of my favorite blogs when I came across Rachel Barkey and 

Rachel is 37 years old and was diagnosed with terminal cancer a couple of months ago. She is married and has two small children. She doesn’t have much time left to live and she is in great pain and will be for the rest of her time on earth. But she is treasuring Christ in the midst of her suffering and He is her hope. The question for Rachel Barkey is not “why me?” She knows why. Visit and find out.