When Hickory Christian Academy was founded in 1995, it was founded as an Independent Christian School. But, that word, "independent" really depends doesn't it? The truth of the matter is that HCA has never really been completely independent. While it is a fact that we have never been formally governed by a church, state, or other institution, we have always been in partnership with a local church in some form. Let's take a look back...
From Fall, 1995 through Spring, 2001 the school operated under the roof of Highland Baptist Church. These formative years were exciting and groundbreaking, as a brand new cute little school began in a handful of Sunday School classrooms, and eventually modular units outside. During those first years, Highland blessed us with free rent and room to grow. I became a parent at HCA in the Fall of 1999, and came to work at the school full time in April of 2001. We saw so many miracles and blessings from God as the enrollment grew from 19 students to 185 in five years!
With the rapid growth of the school, we were forced to look at other options in the Fall of 2001. We were blessed to rent extra space at First Baptist Church, which housed our 4th - 8th grades that year, while the Pre - 3rd stayed at Highland. While the space was a blessing, the logistics of two campuses under one administrator were overwhelming, and we quickly realized that it was tougher than expected to pay rent when we were still tight on cash and used to free space. The following year saw the only decrease in student population in the school's history, and need to regroup back at Highland.
From Fall, 2002 through Spring 2004, the entire school was at Highland, continuing to add grades, and trying to find our way in the world of fledgling private schools. Enrollment began to increase again, which led to a second try for extra space in the fall of 2004. This time, New Hope Baptist Church graciously gave us four rooms to house our Preschool, TK, and Kindergarten classes, again at no cost. This allowed us to stretch out a little at Highland, where we had agreed to begin to pay a nominal rent for the large amount of space we occupied. It was about this time when construction on our current school facility began, after a generous space-sharing agreement with the Hickory Community Chapel became reality.
As construction projects often are, the facility was started and stopped several times over the next year while we prepared for our exit from Highland Baptist Church after 11 years. Fittingly, we held our very first high school graduation ceremony in Highland's sanctuary as our final farewell. What a huge day of completion that was! Needless to say, Highland was essential to the formation of this school, and invested much space and money to help get us started. We couldn't have done it without their help.
When the construction of the new building was not completed by the beginning of school in 2006, we went back to First Baptist Church and New Hope to borrow space one last time. They both allowed us to use their facilities until Thanksgiving Break, when were were finally able to make the big move to our current campus. While we did not spend as much time at FBC and NHBC as other places, they were hugely instrumental in bridging the gap between Highland's and Harvest's campuses. It was great to see the Body of Christ corporately minister to us through so many different organizations.
The seven years in which we have partnered with Harvest Bible Chapel (formerly Hickory Community Chapel) have been amazing. I have been so blessed by the generosity and grace shown us by this body of believers, and I am eternally grateful for the lessons they have taught me on humility, kindness, and grace over the years. During this partnership, our enrollment has grown from 278 students to 451, a 62% increase. We have graduated seven classes in this building, and learned to manage our own building and budget...but not completely. You see, Harvest has contributed significantly to our utility and maintenance costs over the years as we have shared space and property.
As you know, Harvest held its final Sunday morning worship service on this campus on the first day of September. Beginning today, Hickory Christian Academy truly becomes an independent school for the first time. We no longer have to worry about double-scheduling, or who owns what, but we also are taking on all of our own expenses and responsibilities. There is no backup plan now. We are finally becoming what we have always claimed to be, an Independent Christian School. In some ways this is a little intimidating, but make no mistake, it is consistent with the original vision from 1995. The time has come.
As I mentioned in my last blog, we recently sent our oldest daughter off to college. For the past 18 years, as she got older and more responsible, we noticed that she could handle things on her own. On the day that she actually left for school, I knew she was ready, but every day since I continue to watch her progress, because she is really not independent until she does independence, not simply when we believe it. HCA is getting ready to do independence. We will no longer be mistaken as Harvest Christian School or Highland Baptist Academy. Are we ready? The proof is coming in the next few months, and it really does not depend on our own hard work and organization, as much as it depends on the grace of Christ working through us.
Just like my daughter is beginning to learn, independence in human terms is the opposite of independence in spiritual terms. To be totally free spiritually, you must be a servant to Christ. Paul tells us, "Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve." - Col. 3:23-24. Freedom, in its purest form is found through serving Jesus. As we embark on this new era in the history of Hickory Christian Academy, we recommit our service to the Lord, and ask Him to grant us true spiritual freedom as a result.
When Joshua led the people of Israel to the edge of the promised land, God spoke to him these words: "Be strong and courageous, for you shall give this people possession of the land which I swore to their fathers to give them. Only be strong and very courageous; be careful to do according to all the law which Moses My servant commanded you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, so that you may have success wherever you go." I don't know about you, but I want success. Therefore, let's not turn to the right or the left as we follow Christ into the promised land. Since His Word is truth, isn't that ultimately what we should be learning in school anyway...the truth?
The Lord had promised us an Independent Christian School. Today, He has fulfilled that promise. I am so excited to see what blessings He provides next. God bless each of you as we begin this new adventure together.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Where has the time gone?
On Saturday, our oldest daugter left home for college. She is going to be 5 1/2 hours away from us this year. Although we know that it is in her (and our) best interest to leave the nest and gain independence, it just feels wrong. All of a sudden, I am having constant visions of the day we carried her home from the hospital, followed by other milestones of her life along the way. These are emotions that I have not dealt with before. I know that this is the normal progression of life, but I can't help but to feel weird about it all. With that said, I am 100% confident that she is ready. She is solid in her faith, more responsible than I am in completing tasks on time, and mature beyond her years. Its all good...but it still feels wrong.
This culminates the busiest summer of my life. Allow me to recap. On May 31, the same daughter graduated high school. Our past year has been a series of "finals". Her final volleyball game, her final basketball game, her final prom, etc. It is the perfect blend of excitement and depression as we watch her grow up. Amazingly, our next child is a senior this year, so we are beginning that process all over again. A week after graduation, my wife and I took both girls to New York City for a senior/graduation celebration. It was a great trip, filled with great memories, including watching a window washer dangling from a 50 story building after his scaffolding broke. It was like a scene from Spiderman! Fortunately, he was rescued unscathed.
While we were away, construction began on the new middle school building at HCA. Behind the scenes of all these summer events was the work being done on this facility. As you know, building something is both exciting and time-consuming. There are many details in a project like this, but we are so blessed to have this space at our disposal this year.
Soon after returning from our trip, Gayle and I started talking about how the summer might unfold. Some of our six children are very energetic, and need things to do so that they don't drive their parents crazy (can I get an 'amen'?). After some discussion with the boys, we decided to take on the challenge of building our own boat. While I dabble with woodworking on the side, I have never built anything waterproof before, so this was certainly a new challenge. After about a month of weekend work, we launched the "3 PALS" (in honor of the boys in the family who worked on it). She has proven to be a seaworthy (or at least, lakeworthy) vessel, and has even been used for fishing. Fun times.
At the end of June, we spent two days in Georgia at college orientation. This is when it started to become real, and we knew that our time was growing short. But, make no mistake about it, God miracuously provided our needs, and gave us a way to afford college when we truly believed it to be impossible.
Around the 4th of July, we had the opportunity to take a long weekend with both Grandmothers in the mountains. This was a very relaxing time, and valuable time for our kids to appreciate their grandparents' investment in their lives. Of course, it rained every day, but that really didn't matter in the big scheme of things. Until the next week, of course, when the school flooded during one of our many deluges this summer (see previous blog).
The 'filler' weeks contained volleyball camp, softball tournaments, art camp, etc., until our final vacation opportunity at the beach. My kids absolutely love the beach. We had the most relaxing time with our family, and really did very little other than just hang out together. And, amazingly, it did not rain a drop in the entire week we were there.
Upon returning, I took the HCA Student Council to the mountains for our annual school-planning retreat during the first weekend in August. The next weekend was our first HCA Alumni Associational Cookout. It was great to see the faces of our former students, and to hear about how God has blessed their lives since high school graduation. We plan to formalize this group, and to stay in touch with these students who meant so much to the school in the past. Last Saturday, we were able to welcome the many new families to HCA at our New Family Picnic. Over 100 folks joined us for a brief orientation to the school, and some great burgers and dogs on the grill.
Of course, the past week has been spent with our awesome faculty and staff. I am so amazed at their love for Christ and for our children. Please do not take for granted how great this staff of people are. They are the best! This leads to orientation tonight, and the first day of school in 48 hours (with a trip to take more stuff to college in between).
Where has the time gone? While I have been busier than normal, and busier than I would prefer, it really has been a blessed summer break, with much accomplished along the way. God has shown Himself faithful to our family once again, has provided every need we have, and reminded us that He is truly all we need. Now, I am ready to remind your kids of the same thing. Are you ready for school?
This culminates the busiest summer of my life. Allow me to recap. On May 31, the same daughter graduated high school. Our past year has been a series of "finals". Her final volleyball game, her final basketball game, her final prom, etc. It is the perfect blend of excitement and depression as we watch her grow up. Amazingly, our next child is a senior this year, so we are beginning that process all over again. A week after graduation, my wife and I took both girls to New York City for a senior/graduation celebration. It was a great trip, filled with great memories, including watching a window washer dangling from a 50 story building after his scaffolding broke. It was like a scene from Spiderman! Fortunately, he was rescued unscathed.
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| My girls in Little Italy |
While we were away, construction began on the new middle school building at HCA. Behind the scenes of all these summer events was the work being done on this facility. As you know, building something is both exciting and time-consuming. There are many details in a project like this, but we are so blessed to have this space at our disposal this year.
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| construction |
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| The first fish |
At the end of June, we spent two days in Georgia at college orientation. This is when it started to become real, and we knew that our time was growing short. But, make no mistake about it, God miracuously provided our needs, and gave us a way to afford college when we truly believed it to be impossible.
Around the 4th of July, we had the opportunity to take a long weekend with both Grandmothers in the mountains. This was a very relaxing time, and valuable time for our kids to appreciate their grandparents' investment in their lives. Of course, it rained every day, but that really didn't matter in the big scheme of things. Until the next week, of course, when the school flooded during one of our many deluges this summer (see previous blog).
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| Our full quiver |
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| This year's HCA Student Council |
Of course, the past week has been spent with our awesome faculty and staff. I am so amazed at their love for Christ and for our children. Please do not take for granted how great this staff of people are. They are the best! This leads to orientation tonight, and the first day of school in 48 hours (with a trip to take more stuff to college in between).
Where has the time gone? While I have been busier than normal, and busier than I would prefer, it really has been a blessed summer break, with much accomplished along the way. God has shown Himself faithful to our family once again, has provided every need we have, and reminded us that He is truly all we need. Now, I am ready to remind your kids of the same thing. Are you ready for school?
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
What is the opposite of "drought"?
Well, this surely has been an eventful summer. I was going to write a blog about all the events I have experienced, but it was interrupted today by mother nature's own event.
One of the main questions I get in June and July is "What do you do during the summer?" The common thought is that when there are no students at school, I must be leaned back in my chair with my feet propped up, reading the paper. Unfortunately, I have yet to read a paper this summer.
Typically, the summer is loaded with potential employee interviews, curriculum orders, new furniture orders, prospective family interviews, general building maintenance, policy review, and meetings about how to improve our school for the upcoming year. Believe it or not, it really does stay pretty busy.
However, on occasion, we have something happen which puts everything else on hold. Such an event occurred last night. If you have looked out the window this year, you know that we have received all-time record rainfall through the first half of the 2013. The ground is pretty saturated to say the least. With that being true, we received one of the hardest rainfalls I have ever seen last night. At my house (which is close to the school), we got several inches of rain in a couple hours. Animals started lining up in pairs in the back yard, just in case.
When we got to school this morning, we had a mess. I am attaching some pictures I took so that you can see what we saw. Once we get this cleaned up, I will send some updates on "real" school questions you may have. Thanks to Chris Bunton for coming on short notice to help us suck up water, and dry things out!
By the time I am writing this, most of the mess has been cleaned up. Whomever has been praying for rain, you can stop now!
I hope everyone is having a great summer. I look forward to seeing you again in a month or so...
The washout behind the school. Notice the depth of the water line on the outside of the building.
Fortunately, the cheerleaders were here to help clean up!
Computer Lab
Library
One of the main questions I get in June and July is "What do you do during the summer?" The common thought is that when there are no students at school, I must be leaned back in my chair with my feet propped up, reading the paper. Unfortunately, I have yet to read a paper this summer.
Typically, the summer is loaded with potential employee interviews, curriculum orders, new furniture orders, prospective family interviews, general building maintenance, policy review, and meetings about how to improve our school for the upcoming year. Believe it or not, it really does stay pretty busy.
However, on occasion, we have something happen which puts everything else on hold. Such an event occurred last night. If you have looked out the window this year, you know that we have received all-time record rainfall through the first half of the 2013. The ground is pretty saturated to say the least. With that being true, we received one of the hardest rainfalls I have ever seen last night. At my house (which is close to the school), we got several inches of rain in a couple hours. Animals started lining up in pairs in the back yard, just in case.
When we got to school this morning, we had a mess. I am attaching some pictures I took so that you can see what we saw. Once we get this cleaned up, I will send some updates on "real" school questions you may have. Thanks to Chris Bunton for coming on short notice to help us suck up water, and dry things out!
By the time I am writing this, most of the mess has been cleaned up. Whomever has been praying for rain, you can stop now!
I hope everyone is having a great summer. I look forward to seeing you again in a month or so...
The washout behind the school. Notice the depth of the water line on the outside of the building.
About 8 - 9 inches deep!
About 1/2" of water on the cafeteria floor.
Gymnasium
Computer Lab
Mud in the kitchen
LibraryMonday, April 8, 2013
Monumental
Welcome back! I hope that each of you had a wonderful Resurrection Day celebration, followed by peaceful, quality family time. The Robinsons got some yard work done, planted a garden, visited both sets of grandparents, built a dog house, bought a new refrigerator, filled out college forms, went hiking in the mountains, and watched multiple college basketball games. Sam won the family NCAA Tournament bracket contest, so I owe him lunch at the place of his choosing. Virtually all of our activities took place around here, so it was great to have a lazy week to spend with the family (as lazy as a family of eight can be). It seems like it has been a long time since we have been able to do that.
We were also able to watch a video that I would like to recommend to you. Two weeks ago, I had an opportunity to attend a missions conference in Lubbock, Texas. I was one of a few representatives from New Vision Ministries (our Haiti ministry) at the conference, which raised money for ministry in Haiti and Iraq. It happened that Kirk Cameron (Growing Pains, Fireproof, Left Behind, etc.) was the speaker at this conference, and we were able to talk with him for a while. He described a project that he had been working on, which traced the roots of liberty in America. Being a history addict, I was interested, and bought the video.
If you haven't already, you should watch the video "Monumental". It discusses the founding of this country, and the desires and intentions of the founders. In particular, it focuses on the Pilgrims, beginning with their persecution in England under Queen Elizabeth I and King James, their flight to Holland, and their eventual trip to the new world, establishing the foundations of a society based on religious (and political) liberty. It is much more in depth than any discussion on the Pilgrims that I have ever seen before. The video is certainly Christian in its approach, but not overly political in nature. However, it definitely makes you consider the direction of the United States of America today in comparison to the intent of not only the Puritans, but also the framers of the Constitution. I found it fascinating. Check it out when you get a chance.
You also probably know about the school's planned purchase of the Harvest facilities this week. I will send more details on this after the fact, and we will plan to hold a school-wide meeting to discuss the implications this will have on the future of HCA before school dismisses for summer break. In the meantime, can you believe we only have 8 weeks of school left? Time flies when you are having fun! I will send more updates soon. God Bless.
We were also able to watch a video that I would like to recommend to you. Two weeks ago, I had an opportunity to attend a missions conference in Lubbock, Texas. I was one of a few representatives from New Vision Ministries (our Haiti ministry) at the conference, which raised money for ministry in Haiti and Iraq. It happened that Kirk Cameron (Growing Pains, Fireproof, Left Behind, etc.) was the speaker at this conference, and we were able to talk with him for a while. He described a project that he had been working on, which traced the roots of liberty in America. Being a history addict, I was interested, and bought the video.
If you haven't already, you should watch the video "Monumental". It discusses the founding of this country, and the desires and intentions of the founders. In particular, it focuses on the Pilgrims, beginning with their persecution in England under Queen Elizabeth I and King James, their flight to Holland, and their eventual trip to the new world, establishing the foundations of a society based on religious (and political) liberty. It is much more in depth than any discussion on the Pilgrims that I have ever seen before. The video is certainly Christian in its approach, but not overly political in nature. However, it definitely makes you consider the direction of the United States of America today in comparison to the intent of not only the Puritans, but also the framers of the Constitution. I found it fascinating. Check it out when you get a chance.
You also probably know about the school's planned purchase of the Harvest facilities this week. I will send more details on this after the fact, and we will plan to hold a school-wide meeting to discuss the implications this will have on the future of HCA before school dismisses for summer break. In the meantime, can you believe we only have 8 weeks of school left? Time flies when you are having fun! I will send more updates soon. God Bless.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Focusing on the "Reason for the Season"
For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; and the government will rest on His shoulders; and His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace. - Isaiah 9:6
After almost freezing to death in the winter of 1983 (see previous post), you would think that I would have come to a quick realization that Christmas must not be all about the presents under the tree. After all, who would celebrate a holiday each year which puts its participants at that kind of high risk? But, I am a slow learner who needs to be prodded over and over until I understand life's valuable lessons.
For instance, every year, our kids dress in pajamas, and we load in the Suburban, turn up the heat and the Christmas music and drive all over Catawba County looking at Christmas lights. The total cost of this runs around $5.00 for gas, but our kids always excitedly ask when we are going. Every year, on Christmas Eve, we gather in the living room, read the Christmas Story, and then watch a Christmas movie together. Then everyone sleeps on the floor, on couches, in chairs, etc. so that we will all wake up in the same room next to the tree on Christmas morning (OK, I will admit that Gayle and I usually end up in our bed because our backs can't take the floor anymore). This tradition costs nothing, but again, our kids would not hear of doing Christmas any other way. Most years, Gayle and the younger kids bake a cake on Christmas Day and decorate it with "Happy Birthday Jesus". Again, this is a very inexpensive tradition, but something our family cherishes.
While modern Christmas is largely celebrated by giving gifts, ultimately, our focus must be on God's gift to us. After all, why do we celebrate this season each year? Regardless of what the ACLU might say, the fact that the United States of America chooses to shut down the country on December 25th each year should be evidence that our lawmakers at the time were Christians (or at least honored Christianity). Why else would they do it? And, further, if we are moving toward becoming a nation where it is illegal to place nativity scenes in public places, or to sing Christmas carols in school, or even to call a Christmas tree a "Christmas" tree (instead of Holiday tree), then wouldn't it stand to reason that we should also just go to work on December 25th? Why does a nation legally celebrate a holiday whose instrisic symbols are not allowed to be on display? You can't have it both ways. Obviously, Christmas will not disappear from the calendar in America because of the incredible revenue generated each December for the US economy, but make no mistake about it, we are in a war to preserve truth, and our children and grandchildren will be the recipients of the outcome of the battle.
This morning, our HCA grammar school children sang "Happy Birthday Jesus" by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir during their Christmas presentation. The song begins with these lyrics...
Jesus is the real gift from the Father. Without Him, I am lost without hope. Without Him, eternity is terrifyingly uncertain. Without Him, life has no purpose. We just live, interact with other evolved finite beings, make money, and die. But in Christ, hope springs forth eternal. Life has crystal clear purpose. My miraculous rescue from sin by the very God against whom I have rebelled cannot be explained except through words like:
After almost freezing to death in the winter of 1983 (see previous post), you would think that I would have come to a quick realization that Christmas must not be all about the presents under the tree. After all, who would celebrate a holiday each year which puts its participants at that kind of high risk? But, I am a slow learner who needs to be prodded over and over until I understand life's valuable lessons.
When I think about Christmas past, there are blurs of memory about the toys, games, gadgets and such that I received as gifts. But, by and large, I have no vivid memory of any Christmas present my parents ever bought me (sorry mom!). So, as I watch parents literally fighting with other parents at Walmart over the latest new Christmas toy, I wonder what purpose this holiday carries. In other words, if my goal each Christmas is making my kids temporarily thrilled about something they will eternally forget, then we are just spinning wheels each year. But, if the plan is to instill values and memories for a lifetime, then the Holiday is certainly worth the effort.
Since I have decided to write on this subject, I took it upon myself to list the things that really stand out when I look back on my childhood Christmases.
1. The first thing I always think about is the little nativity set that my mom pulled out of the attic each year. She still uses it today with the grandkids. It had a wooden stable with a grass roof, and included all the ceramic participants in the Christmas story. There was also a tiny booklet retelling the gospel accounts from Luke and Matthew. Mom would have her three boys gather in the living room by the tree, where we set the manger, and then she began to read the story. As she read, we would grab Joseph and Mary, put them on a donkey and ride them to the stable, followed by the shepherds, animals, and wise men. We even pulled the lowest hanging light from the tree into the stable, so that it illuminated the manger, like the star of Bethlehem.
I think this is the exact set we used. Ahh, the internet!
As a young boy, I loved this tradition. There is no doubt that a few years later, as an adolescent with younger siblings, I was rolling my eyes during this annual ritual, and yet there is nothing that captures my nostalgia of the holiday more than this. Most importantly, the manger was the center of Christmas morning. We had wrapped gifts and stockings, but they were always tucked away behind baby Jesus. He was in the forefront.
2. The Christmas Eve party at my grandmother's house. This is the party where you see all these strange people that your grandmother tells you are your family, but whom you are certain you have never seen before. In attendance are 3rd cousins, great-aunts, and somebody's new boyfriend who definitely looks like he won't be back next year. What I remember about this annual reunion is the tiny artificial tree that sat by the front door (which was never opened during my lifetime). Her tree looked like a set of giant dark green pipe cleaners, and was decorated with ornaments made with love by grandchildren. Every year, grandma gave me a pair of socks. At the time, I remember thinking that she was holding back on us grandkids, but now I understand that for a woman who grew up during the Great Depression, and who was still living off the land (chickens and everything), this was a very intentional, thoughtful, and practical gift.
3. Candlelight services at church. The old hymns, the quiet, peaceful atmosphere of the occasion, singing "Silent Night" under the glow of hundreds of candles. Mostly, though, I remember being a young boy excited about holding an open flame in church without getting in trouble, and dipping my fingers in the hot wax to make shapes with my brothers.I challenge you to think back to your childhood Christmases as well. If you did not grow up in a Christian home, then this may not directly apply to your upbringing. But for those of you who had Christian parents who tried to celebrate the real Reason for the Season, my guess is that your primary memories, like mine, are not of the gifts, but of the traditions of the celebration. If this is true, then doesn't it make sense for us, as Christian parents today, to raise our children on traditions that focus on the Savior, and to let go the stress of buying the "perfect" gift? Like you, we will purchase presents for our children this year. I am excited to give them things because I love my kids so much, but I am convinced that whatever gift-wrapped items they receive under the tree on December 25, 2012 will be completely forgotten within a few years, and certainly by the time they are parents themselves. However, if they are like me, the family traditions will last a lifetime in their minds and hearts, and they will be able to pass them on to their children.
For instance, every year, our kids dress in pajamas, and we load in the Suburban, turn up the heat and the Christmas music and drive all over Catawba County looking at Christmas lights. The total cost of this runs around $5.00 for gas, but our kids always excitedly ask when we are going. Every year, on Christmas Eve, we gather in the living room, read the Christmas Story, and then watch a Christmas movie together. Then everyone sleeps on the floor, on couches, in chairs, etc. so that we will all wake up in the same room next to the tree on Christmas morning (OK, I will admit that Gayle and I usually end up in our bed because our backs can't take the floor anymore). This tradition costs nothing, but again, our kids would not hear of doing Christmas any other way. Most years, Gayle and the younger kids bake a cake on Christmas Day and decorate it with "Happy Birthday Jesus". Again, this is a very inexpensive tradition, but something our family cherishes.
While modern Christmas is largely celebrated by giving gifts, ultimately, our focus must be on God's gift to us. After all, why do we celebrate this season each year? Regardless of what the ACLU might say, the fact that the United States of America chooses to shut down the country on December 25th each year should be evidence that our lawmakers at the time were Christians (or at least honored Christianity). Why else would they do it? And, further, if we are moving toward becoming a nation where it is illegal to place nativity scenes in public places, or to sing Christmas carols in school, or even to call a Christmas tree a "Christmas" tree (instead of Holiday tree), then wouldn't it stand to reason that we should also just go to work on December 25th? Why does a nation legally celebrate a holiday whose instrisic symbols are not allowed to be on display? You can't have it both ways. Obviously, Christmas will not disappear from the calendar in America because of the incredible revenue generated each December for the US economy, but make no mistake about it, we are in a war to preserve truth, and our children and grandchildren will be the recipients of the outcome of the battle.
This morning, our HCA grammar school children sang "Happy Birthday Jesus" by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir during their Christmas presentation. The song begins with these lyrics...
Happy Birthday Jesus. I'm so glad its Christmas. All the tinsel and lights, and the presents are nice, but the real gift is You.
Jesus is the real gift from the Father. Without Him, I am lost without hope. Without Him, eternity is terrifyingly uncertain. Without Him, life has no purpose. We just live, interact with other evolved finite beings, make money, and die. But in Christ, hope springs forth eternal. Life has crystal clear purpose. My miraculous rescue from sin by the very God against whom I have rebelled cannot be explained except through words like:
LOVE
GRACE
REDEMPTION
SALVATION
COMPASSION
HUMILITY
FORGIVENESS
If you had an incurable disease, and were close to death, when someone you didn't know showed up with a cure that no one thought to exist, and chose to save your life, you would celebrate with great enthusiasm and gratitude, right? Would you tell your kids (in great detail) what had happened? Well the fact is that you do have an incurable disease in sin, and the incarnation of Jesus Christ in the manger provides the only cure. God has offered you the most precious gift possible, the life of His Only Son, so that you may have a cure that will not only get you through your earthly life, but provide eons of eternity in the glorious presence of your loving Creator. An eternity that you can spend with your family in celebration.
So, when you give gifts this Christmas, give them in celebration of Jesus, the real gift of Christmas. He really is the Reason for the Season. Really! Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
My most memorable Christmas present.
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. - Matthew 6:19-21
Think back on your past Christmases. Which one stands out the most? Why?
On December 24, 1983, I did one of the single most foolish things of my life. Of course, I was 14 years old, and probably the top 80% of my life's foolish things happened during that year, but this is the one that sticks out in my mind the most.
For those of you who are over 40 years old, you can remember a time without computers, and the great excitement in the early 80's surrounding the introduction of the PC, along with video games, "car phones", and other electronic stuff. At the time, we didn't know that every computer device would be outdated within six months of purchase over and over again for the rest of our lives. Instead, we thought once you bought a computer, like a television, you would keep it forever (by the way, we just acquired a Black Friday TV at Walmart to replace our original "marriage" television, which was second-hand when we received it. I think it was nearly 30 years old!).
Two years previous, my parents had given my brother and me an Atari 2600, which could play video games through our home television - a big console TV with knobs and no remote. We got 4 stations (ABC, CBS, NBC, PBS) until I left to go to college (go figure!). So, a video game option was a big deal, when Hee Haw and Lawrence Welk were the only things to watch on Saturday evening. We played the 2600 to death, until the Atari 5200 replaced it later. All of a sudden, it seemed the sky was the limit on home-based computerized gadgets, and I got wind of another unit you could hook up to your TV that would allow actual computer programming. I wanted it!
Looking back now, it was a cheesy little machine that really couldn't do anything. You could enter in a few commands, and it would take text (>, / , - , +) to make a rocket ship that would blast off the screen, or some other equally lame thing. But, for a 14 year old boy in the dawning age of computers, it was all I had on my wish list for Christmas.
Now, I have two younger brothers, one of whom is 9 years younger than I. So, at 5 years old, my parents were still playing the Santa game with him, and we all had to go to bed early to participate in the charade. In our home, we had hardwood flooring in our main hallway (carpet everywhere else) that would creak when you stepped on certain planks. My bedroom was the last room on the right, so you had to walk the entire length of the creaky floor to get there.
I stayed awake in anticipation of my new computer, and could hear mom and dad rustling around the living room, placing gifts under the tree for the three boys. Then, around 11:00, they creaked up the hallway, and into their bedroom for a long winter's nap. The house sat quiet for about 30 minutes, and I figured my parents were asleep. It was time to check the loot! But dad was a notoriously light sleeper, and the creaky hallway would give me away if I tried to sneak a peek at the presents. So, I came up with the brilliant idea of sneaking out the window, running around the house to the back door, and using the hidden key in the garage to get in the house. It was a foolproof plan.
One item of interest here is that on December 24, 1983, Catawba County (I grew up in the eastern part of the county) set a record for cold. The temperature got down to 3 degrees farenheit that morning (I just went online and checked to be sure I am telling the truth), and 2 degrees that night. So, as I slipped out the window, it was probably around 8 degrees outside. I was only wearing sweatpants. No shirt. No socks. I figured I would only be outside for 15 seconds or so, and I was in too big a hurry to get dressed. I shut the window behind me so that no cold air would get inside.
I ran around the house in the excitement that my plan was working, when I got to the garage door. For the only time I can remember in my whole 10 years of living in this house, the outside garage door was locked! We always left it open in case someone got locked out, because the hidden key was inside the garage. My flesh was quickly hardening out in the elements, and I sprinted back to my window, which wouldn't open from the outside. It was one of those old, wooden windows that you had to hit with a mallet to get it unstuck, and even worse, from the outside, there was nowhere to grab to put any pressure on it.
So, I decided that my only chance of survival was to go into our tool shed and wrap up in the old mattress we kept up in the loft. I did this for about 10 minutes, but my feet became painfully tingly, so I needed another option. Since I was in a toolshed, I decided to look for something that could pry open the window. I know you are thinking, "Why didn't you just ring the doorbell?" Are you crazy!?!? My parents could not know, under any circumstance. Death was the better option. Remember, I was 14 years old. As a matter of fact, I didn't tell my mom about this until about five years ago.
After some searching, I found a big, thick flathead screwdriver. By now, it was painful to walk on my bare feet, but I made it back to the window, and started prying. Slowly, I was able to get the window open, and crawled back in. The air in my bedroom felt like Miami Beach after being outside for 30 minutes. I had left a little black and white television on in my room to muffle the sound of opening windows, and when I came back inside, the Pope was ushering in Christmas day over in the Vatican. For what seemed an eternity, I rolled up in my bedsheets shivered. My feet ached with intense pain as they thawed out. But, in the end, I survived this ordeal to be able to tell it today.
The next morning, I woke up, having no idea whether my present had arrived or not. I was just happy to be alive. The ice on my window was a clear reminder of how close to my doom I had been. I could barely hear the creaks as I walked down the hallway, since the rest of the family was already awake (I was 14). As I rounded the corner to enter the room, there it was. My most memorable Christmas present ever. Not so much because it was great, but more because of what I went through the previous eight hours because of it.
Looking back now, I quickly think of how dumb I was to act so foolishly over such a silly thing. I only remember playing on it a few times. It really wasn't much fun. Funny how I totally remember almost dying of hypothermia, but have virtually no memory of the object of that suffering. But, it is a good indicator that I really had little grasp on the reality of Christmas. My treasure was not laid up in heaven. Instead, it was laid under a tree in the living room, which literally left me out in the cold.
To be continued next week...
Think back on your past Christmases. Which one stands out the most? Why?
On December 24, 1983, I did one of the single most foolish things of my life. Of course, I was 14 years old, and probably the top 80% of my life's foolish things happened during that year, but this is the one that sticks out in my mind the most.
For those of you who are over 40 years old, you can remember a time without computers, and the great excitement in the early 80's surrounding the introduction of the PC, along with video games, "car phones", and other electronic stuff. At the time, we didn't know that every computer device would be outdated within six months of purchase over and over again for the rest of our lives. Instead, we thought once you bought a computer, like a television, you would keep it forever (by the way, we just acquired a Black Friday TV at Walmart to replace our original "marriage" television, which was second-hand when we received it. I think it was nearly 30 years old!).
Two years previous, my parents had given my brother and me an Atari 2600, which could play video games through our home television - a big console TV with knobs and no remote. We got 4 stations (ABC, CBS, NBC, PBS) until I left to go to college (go figure!). So, a video game option was a big deal, when Hee Haw and Lawrence Welk were the only things to watch on Saturday evening. We played the 2600 to death, until the Atari 5200 replaced it later. All of a sudden, it seemed the sky was the limit on home-based computerized gadgets, and I got wind of another unit you could hook up to your TV that would allow actual computer programming. I wanted it!
Looking back now, it was a cheesy little machine that really couldn't do anything. You could enter in a few commands, and it would take text (>, / , - , +) to make a rocket ship that would blast off the screen, or some other equally lame thing. But, for a 14 year old boy in the dawning age of computers, it was all I had on my wish list for Christmas.
Now, I have two younger brothers, one of whom is 9 years younger than I. So, at 5 years old, my parents were still playing the Santa game with him, and we all had to go to bed early to participate in the charade. In our home, we had hardwood flooring in our main hallway (carpet everywhere else) that would creak when you stepped on certain planks. My bedroom was the last room on the right, so you had to walk the entire length of the creaky floor to get there.
I stayed awake in anticipation of my new computer, and could hear mom and dad rustling around the living room, placing gifts under the tree for the three boys. Then, around 11:00, they creaked up the hallway, and into their bedroom for a long winter's nap. The house sat quiet for about 30 minutes, and I figured my parents were asleep. It was time to check the loot! But dad was a notoriously light sleeper, and the creaky hallway would give me away if I tried to sneak a peek at the presents. So, I came up with the brilliant idea of sneaking out the window, running around the house to the back door, and using the hidden key in the garage to get in the house. It was a foolproof plan.
One item of interest here is that on December 24, 1983, Catawba County (I grew up in the eastern part of the county) set a record for cold. The temperature got down to 3 degrees farenheit that morning (I just went online and checked to be sure I am telling the truth), and 2 degrees that night. So, as I slipped out the window, it was probably around 8 degrees outside. I was only wearing sweatpants. No shirt. No socks. I figured I would only be outside for 15 seconds or so, and I was in too big a hurry to get dressed. I shut the window behind me so that no cold air would get inside.
I ran around the house in the excitement that my plan was working, when I got to the garage door. For the only time I can remember in my whole 10 years of living in this house, the outside garage door was locked! We always left it open in case someone got locked out, because the hidden key was inside the garage. My flesh was quickly hardening out in the elements, and I sprinted back to my window, which wouldn't open from the outside. It was one of those old, wooden windows that you had to hit with a mallet to get it unstuck, and even worse, from the outside, there was nowhere to grab to put any pressure on it.
So, I decided that my only chance of survival was to go into our tool shed and wrap up in the old mattress we kept up in the loft. I did this for about 10 minutes, but my feet became painfully tingly, so I needed another option. Since I was in a toolshed, I decided to look for something that could pry open the window. I know you are thinking, "Why didn't you just ring the doorbell?" Are you crazy!?!? My parents could not know, under any circumstance. Death was the better option. Remember, I was 14 years old. As a matter of fact, I didn't tell my mom about this until about five years ago.
After some searching, I found a big, thick flathead screwdriver. By now, it was painful to walk on my bare feet, but I made it back to the window, and started prying. Slowly, I was able to get the window open, and crawled back in. The air in my bedroom felt like Miami Beach after being outside for 30 minutes. I had left a little black and white television on in my room to muffle the sound of opening windows, and when I came back inside, the Pope was ushering in Christmas day over in the Vatican. For what seemed an eternity, I rolled up in my bedsheets shivered. My feet ached with intense pain as they thawed out. But, in the end, I survived this ordeal to be able to tell it today.
The next morning, I woke up, having no idea whether my present had arrived or not. I was just happy to be alive. The ice on my window was a clear reminder of how close to my doom I had been. I could barely hear the creaks as I walked down the hallway, since the rest of the family was already awake (I was 14). As I rounded the corner to enter the room, there it was. My most memorable Christmas present ever. Not so much because it was great, but more because of what I went through the previous eight hours because of it.
Looking back now, I quickly think of how dumb I was to act so foolishly over such a silly thing. I only remember playing on it a few times. It really wasn't much fun. Funny how I totally remember almost dying of hypothermia, but have virtually no memory of the object of that suffering. But, it is a good indicator that I really had little grasp on the reality of Christmas. My treasure was not laid up in heaven. Instead, it was laid under a tree in the living room, which literally left me out in the cold.
To be continued next week...
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Give your kid a hug today
Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. - Psalm 127:3
While most of our closest friends are here at HCA, believe it or not, we do know people outside the school. Gayle and I have been intimiate friends with Bob and Shelly Benfield for over ten years. The Benfields have lots of kids like we do, and since their ages match up pretty well, we have enjoyed spending time together on many, many occasions.
Both our families have travelled to Haiti for missions, and have found a common mission there. Shelly, being a nurse midwife, has especially found a calling to minister to the Haitian women in remote villages in the countryside, which she has done multiple times. As a matter of fact, their entire family was in Haiti during the earthquake a couple years ago, and were trapped there for several weeks. As a result of these experiences, they have chosen a life of missions, and have been waiting on God to call them somewhere for their life work. Bob is a jack of all trades. He has worked for the sherriff's office as a detective, as a nurse, as a repo guy who tows cars, as a carpenter and as a pest control expert. Right now, he is in the process of getting his pilot's license. They are some of the most genuine, compassionate, likeable folks you would ever want to meet. In recent years, they even added to their large family by adopting a nine year-old girl.
Our kids have grown up together in youth group, church plays, family outings, and camping trips. The Benfields always sat on the row in front of us at church. Yes, we are creatures of habit, just like you! They have four boys (and two daughters), who are just full of life, sometimes to a fault. Caleb and Daniel, especially were the ones you know in church who are always picking and poking each other, and you sit back wondering if they ever hear anything being said from the pulpit, but you just can't help loving them for who they are.
Our two oldest girls are the same age and grade as Caleb and Daniel, and have become good friends with these guys over thier lives. As boys do, they provided entertainment for my girls who consistently wondered aloud how anyone could be so immature, but deep down they loved the display (as girls often do).
Yesterday afternoon, we got the devastating news that Caleb had died in a motorcycle accident. He had just turned 18 in August, and was scheduled to graduate high school this year, just like our daughter Kristen. For the first time that I can remember, the entire Robinson family sat in our living room and cried together last night. This was not just a kid we knew. He was family, and it really hurts.
Our kids have never experienced the death of someone so young, and quite honestly, neither have I with someone I knew this well. It has caused us to reflect on life, family, and time in new ways. All of a sudden, volleyball games and major league baseball playoffs don't matter. In an instant, grades, SAT scores, and college applications are worthless. I no longer care if there is enough money in the bank, or if the bills get paid this week. Now, I know that over time, I will reacclimate to these things, but today all that seems to matter is life.
The loss of a young, vibrant, precious life reminds me of how valuable our lives truly are, and of what really matters in our family. I definitely want my kids to act a certain way, learn certain things, achieve goals, and live successfully (whatever that means). But right now, all I really want to do is give them a hug and tell them how blessed I am to have them in my life. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us. Take advantage today. Give your kid a hug, and make today count.
p.s. - For those of you who are prayer warriors, please pray for Bob and Shelly Benfield and for their kids, Jonathan, Daniel, Anna, Josh, and Isabel. They need grace and mercy in their lives today more than ever.
While most of our closest friends are here at HCA, believe it or not, we do know people outside the school. Gayle and I have been intimiate friends with Bob and Shelly Benfield for over ten years. The Benfields have lots of kids like we do, and since their ages match up pretty well, we have enjoyed spending time together on many, many occasions.
Both our families have travelled to Haiti for missions, and have found a common mission there. Shelly, being a nurse midwife, has especially found a calling to minister to the Haitian women in remote villages in the countryside, which she has done multiple times. As a matter of fact, their entire family was in Haiti during the earthquake a couple years ago, and were trapped there for several weeks. As a result of these experiences, they have chosen a life of missions, and have been waiting on God to call them somewhere for their life work. Bob is a jack of all trades. He has worked for the sherriff's office as a detective, as a nurse, as a repo guy who tows cars, as a carpenter and as a pest control expert. Right now, he is in the process of getting his pilot's license. They are some of the most genuine, compassionate, likeable folks you would ever want to meet. In recent years, they even added to their large family by adopting a nine year-old girl.
Our kids have grown up together in youth group, church plays, family outings, and camping trips. The Benfields always sat on the row in front of us at church. Yes, we are creatures of habit, just like you! They have four boys (and two daughters), who are just full of life, sometimes to a fault. Caleb and Daniel, especially were the ones you know in church who are always picking and poking each other, and you sit back wondering if they ever hear anything being said from the pulpit, but you just can't help loving them for who they are.
Our two oldest girls are the same age and grade as Caleb and Daniel, and have become good friends with these guys over thier lives. As boys do, they provided entertainment for my girls who consistently wondered aloud how anyone could be so immature, but deep down they loved the display (as girls often do).
Yesterday afternoon, we got the devastating news that Caleb had died in a motorcycle accident. He had just turned 18 in August, and was scheduled to graduate high school this year, just like our daughter Kristen. For the first time that I can remember, the entire Robinson family sat in our living room and cried together last night. This was not just a kid we knew. He was family, and it really hurts.
Our kids have never experienced the death of someone so young, and quite honestly, neither have I with someone I knew this well. It has caused us to reflect on life, family, and time in new ways. All of a sudden, volleyball games and major league baseball playoffs don't matter. In an instant, grades, SAT scores, and college applications are worthless. I no longer care if there is enough money in the bank, or if the bills get paid this week. Now, I know that over time, I will reacclimate to these things, but today all that seems to matter is life.
The loss of a young, vibrant, precious life reminds me of how valuable our lives truly are, and of what really matters in our family. I definitely want my kids to act a certain way, learn certain things, achieve goals, and live successfully (whatever that means). But right now, all I really want to do is give them a hug and tell them how blessed I am to have them in my life. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us. Take advantage today. Give your kid a hug, and make today count.
p.s. - For those of you who are prayer warriors, please pray for Bob and Shelly Benfield and for their kids, Jonathan, Daniel, Anna, Josh, and Isabel. They need grace and mercy in their lives today more than ever.
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