Observations from Afar

Tuesday, August 22

Call me Uncle Aaron!

Huge congratulations go out to Bevin and Corey on the birth this afternoon of Cooper Thomaston! He was born around 1pm and weighed in at about 6.5 lbs. The first descriptions I received pointed out his blonde hair, fair skin (what, no summer tan?), and cute, pouty lips. Everyone is doing great and should be able to go home by Friday. Congratulations!!

"Talitha koum!"

The healing of Jairus' daughter is a miracle that touches the heart of any and all parents. I can only imagine how horrible it must be to have to watch your child suffer and even die. I have seen children near death, fighting and clinging to life. The seventh floor of Kosair Children's hospital is filled with children of all ages, some desperately ill with little or no chance to live. But to imagine my own child in that place - it is truly terrifying and just the thought of it helps me understand the solemn stares and tear-filled expressions that identify the parents of those children at Kosair. To go into the NICU or OCSU is to enter an atmosphere filled with doubt, pain, confusion, fear, and frustration, all mingled with tiny shreds of hope.

From what we read in Mark 5, this is the atmosphere that Jairus came to Jesus through. Seeking Divine intervention, having exhausted all other resources, Jairus fell down at the feet of Jesus and begged for help. Mark tells us that Jairus was a "synagogue ruler," which tells us that he was a Jewish man of honor, learning, and respect. For him to fall at the feet of the One whom the Pharisees and Lawyers hated and declared a messenger of Satan, Jairus had to be desperate. Against the odds, Jairus does reach Jesus and persuades him to go to his house and heal his daughter. The story further intensifies when the group is still traveling to Jairus' house, as some men meet the group and tell them that they are too late and the girl has died.

Ignoring what they said, Jesus told the synagogue ruler, "Don't be afraid; just believe."


There are couple of things that jump out in my mind concerning this verse and the events that followed. First, Mark writes that Jesus "ignored" what the crowd was saying. Belief and Faith in Christ flies in the face of our cynical culture. As Christians, we often have to ignore what our co-workers, friends, and resident "experts" think and say regarding faith. Second, I love what Jesus tells Jairus: "Don't be afraid, just believe." I wish I could know what the tone of this statement was. Did Jesus say this with a half-smile?, as if to say, "Don't worry, wait until you see what I've got up my sleeve." Or was he quietly consoling and encouraging Jairus: "Hey, don't pay attention to what they are saying. Keep believing in me for help. It is going to be alright." Either way, the comfort and encouragement contained in that small statement is infinite. Thirdly, notice the reaction of the crowd when Jesus goes in to the house. From weeping and sobbing to laughter - all because they could not see what Faith believed. And lastly, I am fascinated by Jesus' words to the young girl: "Talitha koum!" Which means, "Little girl, I say to you, get up!" It reminds me of when my mom would try to get us up for school. This is no easy task, no matter what family we're talking about, but I commend my mom for managing to get 5 kids up every day! My little brother used to sleep until my mom actually came in the room, sat him up, dressed him, and pushed him off the bed. And that was when he was in 6th grade! But I always remember her coming in the room and sternly yelling, "Get up!" I can just see Jesus standing beside the bed, telling the girl to get up, just like she had overslept and was going to be late for school.

And I think that Jesus is still saying these same words to us today. Every time we fail or stumble, every time we don't know where to turn, every time we find ourselves exhausted and spent, every time we feel hopeless and lost, Jesus calls to us, "little boy, little girl, get up! Don't worry, just believe!" When others laugh at my faith and mock my belief, I remember when I didn't think I could ever get back up. I remember when God reached down, through Jesus, and picked me back up. He put the shattered pieces of my life back together and told me to get up. When I'm worried about what others might think or say, I remind myself of who I turn to when all else fails. When no one can help, who is there for me? When all my friends desert me, when my enemies surround me, Jesus calls out, "Don't be afraid; just believe."

I have said it before, but it is so true - I'll never understand why God cares about me. I don't get it. What have I to offer? What loyalty can I pledge? I offer nothing. I bring nothing to the table. Yet He loves me, cares for me, and provides for me. Show me another God who promises these things, and I will pledge my allegiance to him. Show me another deity who promises help amidst the great tempests of life, and will gladly follow him. I don't know of any other God who loves me, teaches me, and gives his all for me. There is only One. He is calling out now, "Talitha koum!"

Tuesday, August 15

Update #7,349,211

Well, it looks as though I have the job! There are still some minor details to work out, but I should start August 28th. Thanks to everyone for the prayers, words of encouragement, and understanding. It means more than I could ever express in words.

Monday, August 14

The Saga Continues

My interview Friday went well and it looks as though everything is set for a job offer. Unfortunately, the Regional Manager had to discuss everything with the District Manager, which is supposed to take place today. So, hopefully, I should have a job offer by this afternoon! But, with these people, even that could take a few days! Thanks for all the prayers and support.

Thursday, August 10

The End of the Road

Well, I have reached the end of the road. Tomorrow (Friday) I will have the final interview, and, God willing, should leave with a job offer. So, I ask that you please pray that all will go well - for my sake and for Britton's! The good thing is that I will again be back in the Promised Land, if just for a day. I can't wait to breathe some of that fresh Chicago smog. Giordano's here I come!

Tuesday, August 8

Who Cares?

Jesus left there and went along the Sea of Galilee. Then he went up on a mountainside and sat down. Great crowds came to him, bringing the lame, the blind, the crippled, the mute and many others, and laid them at his feet; and he healed them. The people were amazed when they saw the mute speaking, the crippled made well, the lame walking and the blind seeing. And they praised the God of Israel.

Jesus called his disciples to him and said, "I have compassion for these people; they have already been with me three days and have nothing to eat. I do not want to send them away hungry, or they may collapse on the way."

His disciples answered, "Where could we get enough bread in this remote place to feed such a crowd?"

"How many loaves do you have?" Jesus asked.
"Seven," they replied, "and a few small fish."

He told the crowd to sit down on the ground. Then he took the seven loaves and the fish, and when he had given thanks, he broke them and gave them to the disciples, and they in turn to the people. They all ate and were satisfied. Afterward the disciples picked up seven basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over. The number of those who ate was four thousand, besides women and children."

Matthew 15:28-39


I am a big fan of HGTV's Dream Home Giveaway. In case you aren't familiar with this show, every year, they build an enormously elaborate multi-million dollar dream home in some wonderful resort-like location and then give it away. Every year I enter online, once a day until the deadline. I've never won, of course, but I love to read the stories of the people who have won. How exciting that would have to be! Not only do you get a brand-new home in a wonderful setting, but you also get the furnishings, a new car, and a huge tax bill!

If I remember correctly, every winner so far (about 10 or so) has opted to sell the dream home shortly after winning it. Primarily, this is because the average Joe that ends up winning can't afford to pay the property taxes, utility bills, maintenance and upkeep, etc. on such a sprawling pad, not to mention the cost (emotionally and monetarily) of uprooting the entire family. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that if I were to ever win, I would have to sell the place just like all the other winners. I couldn't afford to quit my job, move, and still pay for everything - even with the 1.5 million that they have started including in the prize package. Believe me, I would exhaust every option possible before I sold the dream home, but, alas, HGTV just doesn't seem to understand that life goes on, even after a dream.

This is the kind of thing that Jesus knew all too well. In Matthew 15 we read how Jesus healed and delivered multitudes of people who were sick, blind, deaf, crippled, or demon-possessed. Chapter 15 paints the picture of literally hundreds of sick and troubled people coming from miles around just for the chance of seeing Jesus and being healed. I picture the scene to have been like one of those "Fan Fare" autograph sessions where famous country musicians take time to meet the fans and sign autographs. I heard that Garth Brooks once stood in the same place for 12+hours, without breaks for eating or even to go to the bathroom, to sign autographs for his fans.

The story in Matthew tells us how crowded it was around Jesus - it was so bad in the last town that he was forced to get away from the crowds by getting in a boat, and this time Jesus went to the side of a mountain. But despite the enormous crowds, Jesus stayed and ministered to his "fans" and all those who made the trip to see and hear him. Matthew tells us that in looking over the crowds, Jesus had compassion on the 4,000+ people that had followed him there. "Jesus called his disciples to him and said, 'I have compassion for these people; they have already been with me three days and have nothing to eat. I do not want to send them away hungry, or they may collapse on the way."'

As many times as I have read this story and the other stories like it, I never once stopped to wonder about what was going to happen to the sick, the lame, and the demon-possessed who were healed by Jesus. After all, a lot of the time these people had traveled (or were even carried) to remote areas or areas far away from their home hoping to see Jesus. And when you think about it, these Lepers, cripples, blind men, demoniacs, and outcasts would have had little if any money and/or food. It's not like they stopped at Wal-Mart before leaving to fill up the cooler with supplies. They were desperate and willing to do whatever it took to be healed. They would have left any help, security, and family they did have to reach Jesus.

So, once they finally did reach Jesus, and were healed, they then quite possibly would have been days away from home, without much food or water. There were no homeless shelters, and you can't beg on the streets with a sign that says, "I used to be blind." They literally gave up everything for the hope of being healed or touched by Christ, with, I imagine, little thought as to "what's next."

So, imagine what it had to be like after you were healed. Say you had been blind from birth and were now fully healed. What next? You likely have no money, and even less food. Maybe you had a guide help you to where Jesus was, but now he is gone. You can see, but you have no idea how to get back home without a guide. You can see, but you have no skills or trade that you can use to gain money for food. You obviously look and smell like a beggar, so it is unlikely that many people would be eager to take you in for the night. You can finally see, but you have no food, no water, and you are far from home. Odds are stacked against you, and it is likely that you are going to fall out along the way.

This story illustrates an amazingly brilliant truth, one the disciples didn't see. The Pharisees and teachers of the Law didn't recognize it. But Jesus saw it - Jesus saw the whole picture and saw every need, and he cared. The truth is, only Jesus cared enough to see the whole plight of man. Only Jesus loved the people enough to care about their whole situation, mind, body, and soul. He didn't "love 'em and leave 'em" like some. He didn't solve one problem only to cause another. No, Jesus saw the needs of the people, in their entirety, and he met them. It is like the story of the Samaritan woman at the well. Everyone else would have seen a woman in need of water, nothing uncommon. A few others may have seen that this woman had been married five times. But only Jesus saw her complete needs. He knew that she was thirsting for something more than water, that she was looking in vain for fulfillment or security or purpose or identity in failed relationships.

In life, there will be many people who love us and care for us. But there will only be One person who loves us enough and is able to meet all of our needs. There is only One who cares - only one Good Shepherd. Jesus really does know our every need, our every worry, our every anxiety, and our every thought. He notices the passing of even the smallest sparrow, and so we can trust that nothing that happens to us will escape his notice. Jesus cares. More than anyone else on this earth, Jesus cares. He sees our hurt, he hears our cries, and he knows our sorrow. He feels your pain. He knows that you are anxious and worried about the future. He knows our insecurities and the deep secrets of our hearts. He knows when we are putting on a brave front just to make it through the day. He knows when we teeter on the verge of breakdown, seemingly unable to stand beneath the burdens of life.

He stands waiting - waiting for us to let him feed us, to let him meet our needs. He offers to us his yolk and his burden. He calls out: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

Update, Again.

Well, it seems as though the end to the job hunt process is nearly over. I have one more interview this Friday in Naperville, IL, and, God willing, I will leave with a job offer. So, what began in mid-May seems like it will finally end in mid-August. Crazy.

On a funny note, as part of the last steps of this process, I had to take a Psychological profile test (i.e. an Oxicon Test). It is supposed to provide a profile of a person's character and potential success for a job such as the one I am applying. Well, I scored above average in three of the four categories, with my only sub-par performance being my "social and affiliation skills." Apparently, I need to work on my social skills. Go figure.