New Zealand: An Introduction

Hello from New Zealand!  I flew from Seattle to Vancouver on Sunday evening, from Vancouver to Auckland, and arrived in Queenstown on Tuesday morning.  The total travel time was 24 hours, and I probably slept for 10 of those.  Praise the Lord!

Upon arriving to Queenstown, I hopped on the "Connectabus" to Wanaka, about an hour's drive away.  Th whole drive was going through one big mountain range.  It was beautiful.  We arrived at Wanaka around 11am, a picturesque little town of 6,000 located in the middle of the mountains on a beautiful mountain lake.  Literally everywhere I look, there is a mountain.  The population of Wanaka jumps to 25,000 in the winter because Olympic skiiers and snowboarders come here to train.  There are ski passes in every direction.

My mom picked me up at the Visitor's Centre, and we spent the day walking around town.  When we got back to the house we're staying at, I noticed that my room had mountain and water views from the window.

In the evening, I attended a young adult's Bible Study through the church my mom goes to.  I met a lot of wonderful people my age.  We had a great time of fellowship.  I'm so thankful for the body of Christ around the world.

I'm off for a run now.  Wanaka is full of running trails that stretch through mountains and valleys.

"For, lo, he that formeth the mountains, and createth the wind, and declareth unto man what is his thought, that maketh the morning darkness, and treadeth upon the high places of the earth, The LORD, The God of hosts, is his name."

Amos 4:13 

Wanaka, NZ



Hillsdale - Columbus - Nashville - Denver - Seattle - Spokane - Edmonds

The title says it all.  Since Tuesday, I have been in multiple states and multiple parts of my state.  I have said goodbyes, and I have said hellos.  Life never stops.  Lucky for me, life will stop on Sunday when I fly out to New Zealand to visit my mom.  I am praying for a time of rest in the Lord.  It has been a while since I have let myself slow down, and I really never let myself stop.  

"Be still and know that I am God."  

That is my prayer for the two precious weeks in New Zealand.

Spotlight: Daniel McCleary (and other fathers)

"A Father to the fatherless, a defender of widows

Is God in His holy dwelling." - Psalm 68:5

In light of Father's Day, I am thankful for three things: my father, my Father, and all of my adopted "fathers".

I am thankful for my father because he knew the meaning of fatherhood by spending all of his time at home with his children.  He believed one of the greatest tragedies on our generation is the lack of fathers who desire to merely be with their children.  I have learned a lot from his example.

I am thankful for my Father because He has revealed Himself to me as a Father to the fatherless.  God has given me hope and joy in spite of tragedy.  Because of eternity, I know that I will see my dad again.

I am thankful for those who have surrounded our family to take on the "father" role in our lives.  I have so many older men that I can turn to when I need my father-figure role fulfilled.  

"Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it."

-Proverb 22:6

Three

Three more days.  The last week has been whirlwind.  Chicago, Rockwell Lake Lodge, party after party, thinking about packing (but not actually packing), being with people I love most, dinners with friends, "last" activities together, training my new replacement and saying goodbye.

I fly home to Seattle on Tuesday.  My schedule is already jam-packed with activity.  On the Sunday after coming home, I fly out to New Zealand for two weeks to visit my mom.  I haven't had a vacation like this...actually, ever.  I'm so looking forward to it.

"It's hard to walk away from the best of days, but if it has to end, I'm glad you have been my friend through the time of our lives." - Tyrone Wells, Time of Our Lives

(At the Bean in Chicago)

Vote Smart

Over Memorial Day Weekend, my family (all but Matt) convened in Columbus, OH to spend some time together.  Like any good Hillsdale grads and interested citizens, we started a conversation about politics and the forecast for the next election.  The outcome of our conversation doesn't really matter, but my brother made a simply brilliant comment that will stick with me for life.

"Stupid people vote based on words; smart people vote based on actions."

Even if we read the paper and keep up with current events, let us not forget to consider actions.  We all hope that right actions follow right words, but unfortunately that does not happen all of the time.

Be smart.  Vote based on what a politician does, not what they say.



Spotlight: Horatio Spafford

Horatio Spafford: The 19th Century Job

I first heard of Horatio Spafford as a sophomore in high school when I did an oral presentation in Music class at my public high school on famous hymns and their origins.  Most people are familiar with Spafford through the hymn It Is Well With My Soul.  Some may be familiar with the story behind the enduring lyrics. 

I was blown away by tragedy after tragedy that led to the penmanship of this hymn.

Spafford grew up living the 1860's American dream - rich, famous, lawyer, wife and 5 children, BFFs with Dwight Moody, real estate investor and the list goes on.  And then he became the modern day Job.

In 1870, Spafford's only son died of scarlet fever.

In 1871, the Chicago Fire destroyed most of his real estate investments and fortune.

In 1873, his family decided to take a vacation to England to visit Dwight L. Moody.  Due to previous committments, he sent his wife and 4 daughters ahead of him.  The boat sank and all of his daughters drowned.  His wife sent a telegram upon reaching shore: "Saved Alone."

In 1873, Spafford penned the hymn It Is Well With My Soul as he sailed to England over the Atlantic where his daughters were buried just days before.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well (it is well),
with my soul (with my soul),
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pain shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

Praise the Lord that, as Christians, our souls are well, even if we are not.

"The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the Name of the Lord." ~Job 1:21

It Is Well (With My Soul) by Horatio Spafford