A BIG Change

I once had a lady tell me that she was unhappy with how things were in her life.  I asked, "What's wrong?"  She said, "Oh, it's just the 'same ol', same ol'."  I think I understood what she was saying, and that she wanted more excitement and variety in her life.  For a few years she chased a more exciting life, and, sadly, she realized too late how great her life had been.  I have learned that when life goes along without a lot of drama, it is not such a bad thing!
We have had a lot of drama and challenges in the last few years.  Our daughter Lisa had very serious cancer that was discovered in 2014.  That was awful!  In 2015 I went to Russia and Kazakhstan with one of my Russian men from church.  It was wonderful!   Christina and I went on a flexuous trip to Florida in 2016, riding our bikes several times along the way.  It was wonderful!  At the very end of that same year I found out I had cancer myself.  Not so wonderful.  If you notice, life doesn't exactly follow a pattern.  In between the times I mentioned, life just sort of went along, giving us a chance to catch our breath.  Some of the drama that comes along, we get to choose; other stuff is put on us.
And speaking of 2014, it was a hard year!  In a space of twelve months, we had 18 funerals, and I officiated in most of them.  Our family lost a niece and a brother-in-law.  I lost 5 people from church.  Too much drama!  Too much pain.
I think that most of us would opt for just the fun stuff and forget the sickness stuff, the painful stuff, and the loss stuff, if we could.  Another cruise, another bike ride, another party, or another camping trip with friends would suit just fine, thank you!  A trip to the city to see a show!  That's the kind of drama we like.
But that is not life.  Life has its swings, its highs and lows.  Ecstasy and disappointment.  Bittersweet, a mixed bag, the good points and the bad.  You catch happiness here and there on the way by.
It's like growing old.  There are blessings and perks with age, but there sure are challenges!  But what is the alternative to growing old?  As humans, we fight tooth and nail to hang onto life, and then we complain about how our life is.  By the way, I had another glowing report from my latest blood test; <0.02 PSA!!
Now, I find my life about to take another dramatic turn.  I am going to retire at the end of April.  After ministering in churches, prayer groups, Sunday Schools, reservations, hospitals, nursing homes, and prisons, I am going to be retiring.  It is 45 years since I began my pastoral ministry.  I was 23.  God was very gracious to me then, and He still is!  I have been the pastor of four churches and assistant in two more.  Even when I was not in an official role of ministry, it seemed like God always found a place for me to be of service.

I don't know what life will look like a year from now, but I am sure that I will be working somewhere for the Lord, because whatever I do, I do for the glory of God.  I look forward to the new adventures, but I am grateful for the people God has allowed me to touch through the years.  I just hope this transition is without too much drama.  For them, and us!  A little "same ol', same ol'," please!
God bless you all.
Gil
                               

A Trip to Oregon

  I just returned from a trip to see my sister, Ruby in Oakridge, Oregon. It was something I planned on doing, ever since her grandson died. I was going to go for the funeral, but she asked if I could come later, after the crowds and activities had dissipated. It worked out very well. I was able to jockey around the days I work at Pierce and Christina covered the Sunday service there, which made it possible to go without using any vacation time. I was able to take a Sunday vacation day off from church. So, for a very attractively priced flight, I was able to go for a whole week.
  One of the things we often do when our family members get together is sing. I had a good time singing two new songs with both Ruby and Wilma, although the time with Wilma was very short. One song was the one I wrote for Ruby and the other was from Jeremiah 33:3 (and verses preceding). Anyway, I got out the song I had written for Ruby and Fred that I mentioned in my last post and they both dutifully sang along. They are such good sports! Thankfully, I had the rough draft of this last part I knew the song I had written for Ruby needed. As often happens with me, During half my time in Oregon I would have edits pop into my mind just as I was waking in the mornings. Usually it was before I wanted to get up! But, thankfully,  the song was ready for singing in church Sunday morning. If you'd like to hear it I believe you can find it on our church's Facebook page, or the page of the Oakridge, OR A/G Church. This is the last part.

^Refrain: But I need a miracle! I need the Lord to undertake!

A Divine Intervention, and my soul to extricate

From the raging storms and rolling waves

And the fear that would o’erwhelm me.

Hear my cry, hear my plea, I’m calling out to Thee.

I need a miracle from You; I need a miracle!

I search for answers when I’m in a trial

But in my heart I know You’re all I need

Instead of looking for a sign to solve life’s mysteries

By Your grace, it’s only You I see!

^Refrain: You are my Miracle!  You are the One who rescues me

From the depths of desolation You set my spirit free

And though the wind still blows and waves still roll

I know that You will save me

All my fears, all my griefs, I give them up to Thee

You are my Miracle, O Lord; You are my Miracle!

  Whatever we face in life, I am sure that the Lord will get us through. I am blessed and amazed at how well all of my sister's family is doing. Contributing to their healing is talking often and freely about Ryan. They talk joyfully about the richness he contributed to their lives, rather than talking about how awful his loss is. There is no debate that he has left a big hole, but he also left a beautiful mark in this world, and that is their focus.
  A few years ago Amy wrote a beautiful piece that captures a lot of the emotion they are experiencing. I'd like to share it with you.

                         SWEET MONTGOMERY                      by Amy Bourquin DiSalvatore

Death.  It’s a weird thing.  Predictable yet unexpected.  Unexpected even when expected.  Relief for some, feared by most.  There are no rules.  No rules for who or when or why.  It is appointed to every man once to die.  Only no one knows his appointed time.  Death is part of life.  And then life goes on.  The hole, the pain, the emptiness remains, but life goes on.  Like I said, it’s a weird thing.

                My cousin, Montgomery, had her appointment.  She was 22.  It was unexpected.  She was simply getting ready to take a shower and was gone before she hit the floor.  Just like that.  An autopsy showed she had a defect in her heart since birth which went undetected.  Most people who are born with the defect don’t live past their first birthday.  Montgomery celebrated 22.  Perspective is amazing.  One minute you can feel utterly robbed, thinking how could she die so young.  The next minute feeling like you struck gold to have had the 22 years, beating the odds.

  Well, I don't want to run the risk of overwhelming anyone by having too many blogs from me. But I knew I needed to follow up the last post and finish the song.

Love to all,

Gil

THE MIRACLE I NEED

I continue to thank the Lord for each day, each check-up, each appointment that shows no indication of cancer. I think of the time when I was dealing with the whole thing, including just being able to use the word "cancer" in context to me, was almost surreal. I mean, people get cancer all the time. I had to have some funky sun-damaged cells on my ears and forehead dealt with.
But this was different. This was something I had to deal with. I was forced to look at my own mortality. I had to face the possibility of dying. I had to make a choice that was really trying to choose the lesser of two evils; surgery or hormonal treatment. But I was not given the choice to wait and see, or just do nothing.
At the time, it was as though it was all happening to someone else, but not me! At first, it was what I read and what other people told me about prostate cancer. Right after the Gleason 9 diagnosis, but before treatment, I was thinking that it would be a great time to write a song. It was sure to be a great one! I tried. I worked at it. I could only get two lines:
              So, this is how it feels to be somewhere in-between
              A trial that could take me out and the miracle I need.
I would drag out pencil and paper and write those same 23 words; nothing. I had them in the file of my flash drive that is called, "Songs in progress." As time went on I sort of gave up, and I had not really looked at those 23 words or anything in the file folder, for that matter, for the last several months.
And then one day recently I got a call that informed me my sister and her husband had experienced a catastrophic tragedy in their family. As I got off the phone with her, my heart was heavy with their grief and sorrow. I felt some of her pain. It put me in mind of the people who were affected by my episode with cancer. While what I dealt with was nothing compared to what her family was/is going through, I knew there were people who were really hit with my trauma.
I went back to that "Songs in progress" folder and looked at those words again. Then the rest began to come; to tell the truth, Ruby's Song is still a song in progress. Here is what I have so far. I'll explain what I still want to see the song do.

I NEED A MIRACLE                              ©2019g.bourquin

So this is how it feels to be somewhere in between

A trial that could take me out and the miracle I need.

I trust God’s steadfast faithfulness, and I know He can provide—

A path that leads me through this trial to the other side.

^Refrain:But I need a miracle! I need the Lord to undertake!

 A Divine Intervention, and my soul to extricate

 From the raging storms and angry waves

 And the fear that would o’erwhelm me.

 Hear my cry, hear my plea, I’m calling out to Thee.

 I need a miracle from You, I need a miracle.

No way could I imagine just how hard the road could be!

The pain is so incredible and it’s ‘way too hard for me!

Your Word says that the darkest hour is just before the dawn,

And You’ll fill me with hope and joy when the dark is gone.

Several years ago, the songwriter Robert Gay wrote a song, He's More Than Enough. I was thinking that sometimes we want a miracle, even though we might not know what one would look like. We just don't know what we want and need. But all the while we are looking, hoping, praying that something will give us help, hope, and strength, it is God who is our greatest miracle. That He would come to us in our deep pain and gross darkness is nothing short of a miracle. I think the song I wrote needs some sort of response to that truth.

Another miracle in our lives is the love other people have for us. There are people who really want to share our burdens and loads. The Bible says, "Bear one another's burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ."Galatians 6:2

Now, when I look at people's faces as they intently ask how I'm doing or think back to all the kindness we received during that time, I see so many miracles. Their caring and sharing is still amazing. There are still people who pray for me on a daily basis. I still have my sense of humor. I still like to eat blueberries; I hear they're good for a man's prostrate!

Two years

17,520 hours ago I was on my back on a gurney, listening to the bustle going on around me. I was being prepped for surgery that would remove my prostate. In 15,300 seconds I will be standing by an open grave doing the funeral service for a dear man who passed into Heaven three days ago. It is sobering, but also a source of joy to reflect that, but for the grace of God, I could be gone by now, too.
I know that life is fragile from any angle we look at it. The only sure thing is God Himself. In Colossians God says, “If, then,you are risen with Christ seek those things that are above where Christ sits at the right hand of God. Set your affections on things above, not on things of earth, for you are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.” Facing our mortality from time to time is a good thing. It helps us loosen our grip on our ‘stuff’ just a little.
I am still reeling in the gooseggs for the PSA tests! I’m “...walking in His power as through this life I go!” Tomorrow we are pointing our car south after church and going to Florida for a little while. It’s always good to “thaw out!” It is nearly time to tap the trees for maple sap (sugaring: another one of my vices😉) and I’m sure the peepers are about ready to wake up. Time goes along. We need to stay in the place where God wants us to touch the people He wants us to share His light and life with.
Love to you all,
Gil