Dyk - maybe you can ad this to the video links....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUeN_raFNKQ
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
I dare you! (White Envelopes)
White Envelopes
It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.
It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it, overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma, the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.
Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son, Kevin, who was 12 that year was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended, and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church.
These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in the spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them." Mike loved kids, all kids, and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse.
That's when the idea of his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition, one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there.
You see we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.
Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.
Author Unknown
It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.
It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it, overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma, the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.
Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son, Kevin, who was 12 that year was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended, and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church.
These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in the spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them." Mike loved kids, all kids, and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse.
That's when the idea of his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition, one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there.
You see we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.
Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.
Author Unknown
Monday, October 24, 2011
Believing What You Hear
Devotions for men on the go (Arterburn and Farrell):
FBI agents raided San Diego's Southwood Psychiatric Hospital, which had been under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing medical records, the agents decided to order pizza. Imagine their conversation.
Agent: I'd like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.
Pizza Man: And where would you like them delivered?
Agent: We're over at the psychiatric hospital. I'm an FBI agent.
Pizza Man: You're an FBI agent?
Agent: That's correct. Just about everybody here is.
Pizza Man: And you're at the psychiatric hospital?
Agent: That's correct. And make sure you don't go through the front doors. We have them locked. You will have to go around to the back. How soon can you get here?
Pizza Man: You say everyone at the psychiatric hospital is an FBI agent?
Agent: That's right. We've been here all day and we are starving.
Pizza Man: How are you going to pay for all of this?
Agent: I have my checkbook right here.
Pizza Man: And you are all FBI agents?
Agent: That's right. Everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and the sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.
Pizza man: I don't think so. click
As with this urban legend, it really is hard to believe what we are hearing. But Jesus wants His disciples to believe His words.
FBI agents raided San Diego's Southwood Psychiatric Hospital, which had been under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing medical records, the agents decided to order pizza. Imagine their conversation.
Agent: I'd like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.
Pizza Man: And where would you like them delivered?
Agent: We're over at the psychiatric hospital. I'm an FBI agent.
Pizza Man: You're an FBI agent?
Agent: That's correct. Just about everybody here is.
Pizza Man: And you're at the psychiatric hospital?
Agent: That's correct. And make sure you don't go through the front doors. We have them locked. You will have to go around to the back. How soon can you get here?
Pizza Man: You say everyone at the psychiatric hospital is an FBI agent?
Agent: That's right. We've been here all day and we are starving.
Pizza Man: How are you going to pay for all of this?
Agent: I have my checkbook right here.
Pizza Man: And you are all FBI agents?
Agent: That's right. Everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and the sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.
Pizza man: I don't think so. click
As with this urban legend, it really is hard to believe what we are hearing. But Jesus wants His disciples to believe His words.
A relationship with God - Of 'Utmost' importance
It's amazing to me, that when I read this, it applies so directly to my life now. For example: 'In our Lord’s life there was none of the pressure and the rushing of tremendous activity that we regard so highly today'. It's right on the money, and then I remember, he wrote this 100 years ago ..... If we don't stand up for what is biblical, our great-grandkids will be struggling with the same issues we are 100 years from now. Let's end the cycle.
(P.S. I am giddy again, taking my wife to Courageous tonight!)
(P.S. I am giddy again, taking my wife to Courageous tonight!)
The Unheeded Secret
Oct
19
2011
Jesus answered, "My kingdom is not of this world —John 18:36
The great enemy of the Lord Jesus Christ today is the idea of practical work that has no basis in the New Testament but comes from the systems of the world. This work insists upon endless energy and activities, but no private life with God. The emphasis is put on the wrong thing. Jesus said, “The kingdom of God does not come with observation . . . . For indeed, the kingdom of God is within you” (Luke 17:20-21). It is a hidden, obscure thing. An active Christian worker too often lives to be seen by others, while it is the innermost, personal area that reveals the power of a person’s life.
We must get rid of the plague of the spirit of this religious age in which we live. In our Lord’s life there was none of the pressure and the rushing of tremendous activity that we regard so highly today, and a disciple is to be like His Master. The central point of the kingdom of Jesus Christ is a personal relationship with Him, not public usefulness to others.
It is not the practical activities that are the strength of this Bible Training College— its entire strength lies in the fact that here you are immersed in the truths of God to soak in them before Him. You have no idea of where or how God is going to engineer your future circumstances, and no knowledge of what stress and strain is going to be placed on you either at home or abroad. And if you waste your time in overactivity, instead of being immersed in the great fundamental truths of God’s redemption, then you will snap when the stress and strain do come. But if this time of soaking before God is being spent in getting rooted and grounded in Him, which may appear to be impractical, then you will remain true to Him whatever happens.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Two Wolves
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 "wolves" inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy,sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
- Author Unknown
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Man Up..... What?
Ok, so last night I was sitting with my wife and a new show comes on the TV. It's called oddly enough..."Man Up". My curiosity is peeked... The show starts with 3 men playing a video game late at night across the internet. Each of them at their own homes. In this scene one of them is shouting "I am the man!" and then his wife yells to him to be quiet. Later this same guy is in the kitchen talking about how he wants to get his son a gift that says "you are a man now". He says that this will be a gift from one man to another. His wife then says that his grandfather was a man and his dad was a man but that he is just "man-ish". Another of the men is obsessed with his ex-girlfriend and keeps calling her over and over again. After crashing into her wedding with his guitar the three end up backing down from a fight with all of the groomsmen while one of them is holding a pink girls toy as a weapon. I thought that there may be a nice moment in the end when the dad ends up giving his son his pocket knife in a cool father-son moment but it was followed by his wife telling him what a dumb idea it was and then the son of course cuts himself on the knife.
Was it funny..... sure! but under all of that humor there is a strong message to our wives and kids. These three passive blundering men remind me of the way that most husbands and fathers are portraited in TV and movies today. Our kids are watching this and seeing what has become the norm. The strong confident female role leading the weak passive male around by the ear and bailing him out of all of his mistakes.
It just re-enforces for me all of the principles from Courageous and the need for men to step forward and lead our families. We need to set the example in our own homes and model the relationship with God that we want our kids to develop.
What do you think?
Oh.. and just to clarify.... strong confident woman Rock! I am so glad that I have one in my life that loves the Lord....
Was it funny..... sure! but under all of that humor there is a strong message to our wives and kids. These three passive blundering men remind me of the way that most husbands and fathers are portraited in TV and movies today. Our kids are watching this and seeing what has become the norm. The strong confident female role leading the weak passive male around by the ear and bailing him out of all of his mistakes.
It just re-enforces for me all of the principles from Courageous and the need for men to step forward and lead our families. We need to set the example in our own homes and model the relationship with God that we want our kids to develop.
What do you think?
Oh.. and just to clarify.... strong confident woman Rock! I am so glad that I have one in my life that loves the Lord....
Devak's Dance - The Spirit ~ Us ~ $200
I used to think that I was in charge of bringing people to Christ. (Therefore go and make 
disciples of all nations). So, being a good engineer minded guy, I always felt that I needed to be prepared for this. So I needed to read books, I needed to have answers for the questions people might have (probably all organized in cool notebooks like Mitchem has). Well, while there are many answers and much knowledge that we can and should pursue, the core is faith. So by definition of faith, I won't be able to have all the answers. Without answers, even though I felt leading others to Christ was a responsibility of mine, I have done very little. The burden simply felt too great.
After having the truth in front of me for 40 years (The Bible), God is finally helping me to understand how this works. I can't create the relationship between people and him, only he can move people's hearts to him. I should devote my life to God so he can use me as a man on the ground to help him with these heart journeys. Being engineer minded, even as I write that, I think: 'Kind of sounds like mystical mumbo jumbo, what does that mean in my day to day life?'
This AM I ran across a story that I think illustrates this:
See the short slide show at this link.
- God moves Devak's heart to be the fertile ground when he hears the word while the rest of the village is not.
- The Pastor is a man on the ground bringing the word.
- God continues to move Devak's heart despite opposition.
- We are the men on the ground, providing $200 to change Devak's life with a rickshaw.
- God starts to move in the hearts of his parents, and other villagers.
I apologize for a long post, that probably doesn't make much sense. I have always struggled with our role. We appear to be the only ones doing 'action' but then the Bible says God is the only one who can bring people to him. How do we reconcile these 2 statements? For some reason, the back and forth in the story above seemed to illustrate it perfectly.
One day God may use my action of directly sharing the gospel with someone. The next day he may use my $10 towards a rickshaw. But he's not doing it on his own (I would love to unpack this thought some time), we can't do it on our own, and so the dance begins. I may not know all the steps, I may not be all that graceful, but I have a DEEP need to dance with the Lord, so I am shuffling my feet and crying out to him to lead. Do you think he will?
disciples of all nations). So, being a good engineer minded guy, I always felt that I needed to be prepared for this. So I needed to read books, I needed to have answers for the questions people might have (probably all organized in cool notebooks like Mitchem has). Well, while there are many answers and much knowledge that we can and should pursue, the core is faith. So by definition of faith, I won't be able to have all the answers. Without answers, even though I felt leading others to Christ was a responsibility of mine, I have done very little. The burden simply felt too great.
After having the truth in front of me for 40 years (The Bible), God is finally helping me to understand how this works. I can't create the relationship between people and him, only he can move people's hearts to him. I should devote my life to God so he can use me as a man on the ground to help him with these heart journeys. Being engineer minded, even as I write that, I think: 'Kind of sounds like mystical mumbo jumbo, what does that mean in my day to day life?'
This AM I ran across a story that I think illustrates this:
See the short slide show at this link.
- God moves Devak's heart to be the fertile ground when he hears the word while the rest of the village is not.
- The Pastor is a man on the ground bringing the word.
- God continues to move Devak's heart despite opposition.
- We are the men on the ground, providing $200 to change Devak's life with a rickshaw.
- God starts to move in the hearts of his parents, and other villagers.
I apologize for a long post, that probably doesn't make much sense. I have always struggled with our role. We appear to be the only ones doing 'action' but then the Bible says God is the only one who can bring people to him. How do we reconcile these 2 statements? For some reason, the back and forth in the story above seemed to illustrate it perfectly.
One day God may use my action of directly sharing the gospel with someone. The next day he may use my $10 towards a rickshaw. But he's not doing it on his own (I would love to unpack this thought some time), we can't do it on our own, and so the dance begins. I may not know all the steps, I may not be all that graceful, but I have a DEEP need to dance with the Lord, so I am shuffling my feet and crying out to him to lead. Do you think he will?
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Prayer .... Prayer .... Prayer
The Key to the Master’s Orders
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Pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest —Matthew 9:38
The key to the missionary’s difficult task is in the hand of God, and that key is prayer, not work— that is, not work as the word is commonly used today, which often results in the shifting of our focus away from God. The key to the missionary’s difficult task is also not the key of common sense, nor is it the key of medicine, civilization, education, or even evangelization. The key is in following the Master’s orders— the key is prayer. “Pray the Lord of the harvest . . . .” In the natural realm, prayer is not practical but absurd. We have to realize that prayer is foolish from the commonsense point of view.
From Jesus Christ’s perspective, there are no nations, but only theworld. How many of us pray without regard to the persons, but with regard to only one Person— Jesus Christ? He owns the harvest that is produced through distress and through conviction of sin. This is the harvest for which we have to pray that laborers be sent out to reap. We stay busy at work, while people all around us are ripe and ready to be harvested; we do not reap even one of them, but simply waste our Lord’s time in over-energized activities and programs. Suppose a crisis were to come into your father’s or your brother’s life— are you there as a laborer to reap the harvest for Jesus Christ? Is your response, “Oh, but I have a special work to do!” No Christian has a special work to do. A Christian is called to be Jesus Christ’s own, “a servant [who] is not greater than his master” (John 13:16), and someone who does not dictate to Jesus Christ what he intends to do. Our Lord calls us to no special work— He calls us to Himself. “Pray the Lord of the harvest,” and He will engineer your circumstances to send you out as His laborer.
- Oswald Chambers
Monday, October 17, 2011
"When you give, you are performing a service."
This shared today by an author we've read in the past, Rick Warren. A topic hitting very close to the hearts of the PABAMAians....(check out that use of the word Sternberg!:)
What an amazing verse! God makes you rich in every way so you can be generous on every occasion, which will result in thanksgiving to God.
You will be made rich in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion … your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God.
-2 Corinthians 9:11 (NIV)
What an amazing verse! God makes you rich in every way so you can be generous on every occasion, which will result in thanksgiving to God.
God doesn’t bless you to be greedy; he blesses you so you can be generous. God doesn’t give you things so you can pile them up. When you let go of what’s in your hand, it’s now empty to receive greater blessings from God.
God’s giving to you is based on your attitude. That’s why it’s so important to live with an attitude of gratitude and to be content with what you have. The Bible says, “This service that you perform is not only supplying the needs of God’s people but is also overflowing in many expressions of thanks to God” (2 Corinthians 9:12 NIV).
When you give, you are performing a service. To serve and to give is the same thing. It’s two actions of love. You can’t love without serving and giving. Your service leads to expressions of thanksgiving to God and to contentment.
Take a moment to pray and express your gratitude to God. Ask him to show you the way to contentment. Then, ask him to bless you so you can be a blessing to others.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Pabama!!!
I want to give an update from last nights SERVE project. While it wasn't one of much man-power, we were still able to come through with a very nice gift for the VanIwaarden family. We dropped off, undetected, an apple crisp dessert with a $275 gift card to Meijer!! Thanks to Jim Baker who was the lone ranger in driving down from Grand Haven and for bringing some cash given by others. Dale from my study group here in Holland also came to Meijer to give to the cause. Sorry to those two guys that we didn't have much "work" to do on this one but thanks to you for coming and thanks to the many others who gave to the cause in their absence. Glory to God was given!
Baker and my daughter Sara, who were in the "drop-zone" for this one relayed that one of the 5 girls came to the door followed by dad who was heard saying, (in a nice tone), "I'm going to find out who did this!" And that's when he thinks it's just a silly dessert! Good luck Dan on that investigation too by the way. ;) Baker and Sara were pretty stealth among the floodlights, pine trees, and the heavy rains!
Stay tuned to the blog and email for the upcoming 2nd mission for this family. We are still brainstorming ways we can provide for a few hours away for Dan and DJ. We are thinking we will provide funds for a dinner out for the two of them while we care for their children and grandmother. We're thinking a 4-5 hour timeframe on a Saturday afternoon/evening.
Sara just loves seeing us serve others and being a part of it. She asked last night soon after the drop-off, "Why don't you guys do this more often? I love PABAMA'n people!" Good question Sara......
Have a great weekend!!
Mitchem
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
utmost.org - Getting into God’s Stride
Oct12, 2011
Enoch walked with God . . . —Genesis 5:24
The true test of a person’s spiritual life and character is not what he does in the extraordinary moments of life, but what he does during the ordinary times when there is nothing tremendous or exciting happening. A person’s worth is revealed in his attitude toward the ordinary things of life when he is not under the spotlight (seeJohn 1:35-37 and John 3:30). It is painful work to get in step with God and to keep pace with Him— it means getting your second wind spiritually. In learning to walk with God, there is always the difficulty of getting into His stride, but once we have done so, the only characteristic that exhibits itself is the very life of God Himself. The individual person is merged into a personal oneness with God, and God’s stride and His power alone are exhibited.
It is difficult to get into stride with God, because as soon as we start walking with Him we find that His pace has surpassed us before we have even taken three steps. He has different ways of doing things, and we have to be trained and disciplined in His ways. It was said of Jesus— “He will not fail nor be discouraged . . .” (Isaiah 42:4) because He never worked from His own individual standpoint, but always worked from the standpoint of His Father. And we must learn to do the same. Spiritual truth is learned through the atmosphere that surrounds us, not through intellectual reasoning. It is God’s Spirit that changes the atmosphere of our way of looking at things, and then things begin to be possible which before were impossible. Getting into God’s stride means nothing less than oneness with Him. It takes a long time to get there, but keep at it. Don’t give up because the pain is intense right now— get on with it, and before long you will find that you have a new vision and a new purpose.
Dyk: If 'The true test of a person’s spiritual life and character is not what he does in the extraordinary moments of life, but what he does during the ordinary times when there is nothing tremendous or exciting happening' is true, ... well, I'm not doing to well. Prayer request for discipline in the word and prayer.
Enoch walked with God . . . —Genesis 5:24
The true test of a person’s spiritual life and character is not what he does in the extraordinary moments of life, but what he does during the ordinary times when there is nothing tremendous or exciting happening. A person’s worth is revealed in his attitude toward the ordinary things of life when he is not under the spotlight (seeJohn 1:35-37 and John 3:30). It is painful work to get in step with God and to keep pace with Him— it means getting your second wind spiritually. In learning to walk with God, there is always the difficulty of getting into His stride, but once we have done so, the only characteristic that exhibits itself is the very life of God Himself. The individual person is merged into a personal oneness with God, and God’s stride and His power alone are exhibited.
It is difficult to get into stride with God, because as soon as we start walking with Him we find that His pace has surpassed us before we have even taken three steps. He has different ways of doing things, and we have to be trained and disciplined in His ways. It was said of Jesus— “He will not fail nor be discouraged . . .” (Isaiah 42:4) because He never worked from His own individual standpoint, but always worked from the standpoint of His Father. And we must learn to do the same. Spiritual truth is learned through the atmosphere that surrounds us, not through intellectual reasoning. It is God’s Spirit that changes the atmosphere of our way of looking at things, and then things begin to be possible which before were impossible. Getting into God’s stride means nothing less than oneness with Him. It takes a long time to get there, but keep at it. Don’t give up because the pain is intense right now— get on with it, and before long you will find that you have a new vision and a new purpose.
Dyk: If 'The true test of a person’s spiritual life and character is not what he does in the extraordinary moments of life, but what he does during the ordinary times when there is nothing tremendous or exciting happening' is true, ... well, I'm not doing to well. Prayer request for discipline in the word and prayer.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
River #2 - Bass River
The Bass River is a 3.6-mile-long (5.8 km)[2] stream in Ottawa County, Michigan. It flows into the Grand River.
- You can kayak it at night, it totally rocks! (We will do this kind of adventure again!)
- "Lighting technology has changed a lot in 15 years" - Mitchem as he is blinded by $13 head lamps from Home Depot.
- Mitchem, Baker, Fogel, Clausing, and Dyk - Almost full moon, temperature in the 50's, a Pabama! adventure if ever there was one!
- We did start above river from the official river start (In Pabama! style), so we kayaked 4 miles in 3 hours, then 2 miles on the Grand to the car. Launched at 9:25PM, reaching the Grand at 12:35AM, with a pull-out time of 1:10AM. Whether in the woods, with the turkey's flying overhead, or jumping trees, or dragging your kayak through the woods, or slicing through the mirror-like Grand River by moonlight, night kayaking is amazing, we hope you can join us next time!
- There is nothing quite like raking your face across the bottom side of a fallen tree just to stay in that boat!
Friday, October 7, 2011
Steve Overbought!!!
Help him out by going to the 4PM showing of Courageous in Grand Haven this Sunday! Email him at ssabatino@ghclc.org if you are interested!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Proof of Bass River H20 - For all you doubters!!!
The Mighty Bass River rages on . . .
Photo Credit: Clausing Camera Conglomeration Corporation
Saturday, October 1, 2011
So what now?
"Weak men will not be able to handle the contents of this book."
Well, I am sick of being weak, so I read on . . . I hope I can handle it ....
Toe Dippers move on, all others: Here's the link: http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=671227&item_code=WW&netp_id=896294&event=ESRCQ&view=details
P.S. From now on, I would like you all to refer to me as 'Javier'.