72 hours later, Uff da!

We knew the risk of being on standby – getting bumped on full overbooked flights. It happened to us, not once but TWICE at Ben-Gurion Airport, Israel!
“Camping out” at the airport for two days wasn’t exactly a torture, but it isn’t something we care to experience again anytime soon.
We finally made it to Minnesota. Uff da!
Tim, my college freshman roommate, is one of my dearest friends. He was gracious enough to host us the first night. Here’s one of his decor. Can you guess what his major/minor was?



When the Trees Dance

I used to keep a blog back in California, well before the Facebook days. Here’s an entry when Joseph was around 5-years-old.
He is now officially an adult, ready to peak into the world of his own. I know I could have been a better father, a finer role model, but hopefully, it was enough.
Unknowingly, that day represented our lives, running like the wind, but to no avail, waiting for trees and their mighty dance.

When the Trees Dance

We were on a mission to find the perfect wind, being anxious to see if the new kite would gracefully fly. We tried the nearby mountain first, at the highway marker 176, where they launch remote control gliders. The luck was not with us. It was as calm as the day at the ocean when the pelicans could not glide.
“Daddy, can we go to the airport?” Joseph asked, remembering what I said about the openness of the airport encouraging the free-flowing wind.
It was a nice drive coming down the mountain, with acreage of vineyard surrounding us.
We stopped at the end of the Airport Drive.
Again, the wind slept.
“Can I run?” Joseph asked suddenly.
“Of Course!”
I held the kite high as he took off, swinging his legs wide. The kite flew up for exactly five seconds, hovering only inches off the ground.
“That was fun!” Joseph screamed, trying to be heard over the rumbling of an airplane nearby.
“Yup, it was, Joseph. Indeed, it was! Let’s come back when it’s windy, when the trees dance.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Jonathan suddenly jumped in, “Windy day, when the trees dance!”


Weed Fire

Setting overgrown weed on fire is a great way to renew the land. One of this landowner’s neighbor didn’t agree, so he called the fire department. There was some colorful exchange of words afterward. Rarely a dull day here in the West Bank.


Rawabi (Arabic: روابي‎), Palestine’s “Billion-Dollar City,” is the largest private sector project in Palestinian history. It’s in the middle of almost nowhere. It reminds me of the line from the movie Field of Dreams – “If you build it, they will come.”
I hope so.

Should Have

My head is clearest when I exit the gym in the mornings. This is what I see as soon as I step out. Everyone dies, physically, but not all live, spiritually. Nothing more needs to be said after death. Why not do, instead of saying, “Should have?”

Natural Light Graduating Seniors

The senior portraits turned out alright using only natural light.
Took awhile to edit them all, but it was all worthwhile.
I hope these guys treasure it for the rest of their lives.
I know I have, appreciating it more over a span of time.

Fishing Hole of the Past

Spring break is here!
Catching up on a few things.
While ‘spring cleaning” the hard drive, came across this – our favorite fishing hole in Northen California, only a few miles from where we lived.
It seems a lifetime ago..

“We fished for years without success
We tried different gears without progress.
If skunked again we were going to quit
We said amen then a bunch of fish bit
We were amazed that our luck finally turned
We were fazed not to forget what we learned
Hours of waiting built our knowledge base
Years of investing delivered productive days”

Mount Gerizim, Nablus

When Moses and his people entered Canaan, they celebrated by holding ceremonies of blessing and cursing on Mount Gerizim and Mount Ebal, overlooking the valley, now Nablus. This panorama shot of Nablus is captured from the top of Mount Gerizim, one of the highest peaks in the West Bank (2890 ft above sea level).

Kanafeh, popular Arab dessert, originated in Nablus. This place at the south end of the city, is supposed to be the best of the best.

The traffic laws exist in the West Bank, but they are often just a guideline! 🙂



Not Losing Focus

Plowing a straight furrow, especially the first one, is crucial, but not too difficult, as long the focus is not lost on an object straight ahead, never being looked away.
Many of us glance back and blame our not-so-righteous lives in the past – parents, abuse, school, church, society, friends, media, etc.
Some of us inch forward, avoiding distractions, focusing, seeing.

“No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” (Luke 9:62)