track-star-stories part 01

I was reviewing some verses about running this week, and it reminded me of my days back in high school when I was a teenage-track-star-
I don't talk about it much, so I thought I'd share a few of those stories with my blogger-pals-

when I was in junior high and high school, the only sport I was any good at was track. it didn't involve hand-eye-coordination or getting hit by gigantic students, so I was up for it- and I got to be pretty speedy. I won a bunch of races, especially in high school-

here are the basics:
:: I ran track for Grace Davis High School in Modesto
:: I tried a bunch of different races and events, including the hurdles, the 200 meter dash, the 100 meter dash, the 4X100 relay, but in the end, my specialty was the 400 meter dash and the mile relay.
:: the 400 meter dashs is essentially a lap around the track- or 440 yards in football terms. the mile relay is just 4 guys running 400 meters one at a time, each one handing a baton to another.
:: the 400 is an ugly race. it isn't a quick sprint like the 100, and you can't pace yourself like you can in a mile, you run as hard and as fast as you possibly can for somewhere between 45 and 60 seconds. when the thing is over, students are exhausted, often falling over, barfing, spitting thick spit or leaning up against a goal post. its not for wimps.
:: my relay team was nicknamed the untouchables- we went several seasons undefeated in competition with the other schools in Modesto.
:: those guys were really fast- and we all had respect for each other, and by the time I was a junior, i got to be the anchor-leg of the team, running the final leg.

one season was really good for me. I went undefeated in every 400 meter dash that season up to the final track meet of the season. the school that we were racing against had no 400 meter runners- which was good, because that meant that a Davis student would definitely win the race. the bad news was that the only way that I was going to go undefeated that season was to race against the untouchables. I had gone undefeated up to this point, so I definitely was capable of winning the race, but you just never know- those guys were all really fast.

I got up to the starting line and lined up against the 3 other members of my relay team. before I stood in my marks, I knelt down in prayer (tim tebow style) like I often did. one of my team mates tapped my shoulder and said, "what are you praying for?!" I said, "oh- you know- I just want to win- I'm trying to go undefeated..." he said, "you're going to win this race."

the starter shouted out, "RUNNERS TAKE YOUR MARKS!" we all stepped into our starting blocks. "SET!" we all raised up. BLAM! went the starter's pistol. I was out quick- for the first 100 meters my head was usually down and my hands were pumping in time with my legs. usually on the second 100 meters I would look up and see where the comptetion was- they were no where. I must have had an amazing start- or maybe one of them fell; or maybe someone false started. but when i looked back, the untouchables were jogging and chatting with each other around the track. they threw the race to let me go undefeated.
what a cool bunch of guys-
I met them at the finish line and we all hugged and celebrated my undefeated season. the untouchables were untouchable that day.
that's what team is all about isn't it? respect, others-centeredness, and friendship.

God is love.
-rev-rob

in gratitude for normal

have you ever longed for things to be normal?
like maybe you were in a crazy situation, and you regretted the decisions that led to it and you wished that instead, things could
just be normal?

there have been times when someone I’ve loved was sick or in the hospital, or the car was broken, or there was major conflict, or a big bill in front of me; and I’ve said to myself, “I wish that this episode was over- or that it never began; and that things could
just be normal.”

sometimes I think to myself in those situations, “wouldn’t it just be awesome to just sit down for a meal with my family, and not have this issue to worry about?”
“wouldn’t it be wonderful to just roll into to work without this situation to explain or to have a conflict waiting for me?”
“wouldn’t today be so much better if things were
just normal?”
we take normal for granted don’t we?

I’ve been thinking about this because we narrowly avoided a major accident the other night. we were at a stoplight and the car was sitting behind another car, and sitting on the lightrail tracks- and I saw that the lightrail train was coming toward us. I made a quick decision and pulled the car into the next lane to pull around the car in front of me and get out of the way of the train- but I didn’t look first, another car was already in that lane, and coming in quick. it hit the brakes hard to avoid an accident with us and their brakes screeched really loud. if they hadn’t responded so quickly, their car would have hit the side of the car that both jane and deanna were sitting on. my heart was racing- it was hard to settle down.

I was laying in bed the next morning and thinking, “what if that car HAD hit us really hard? things would be very, very different today.” I wouldn’t be in my bed, I would probably be at the hospital with my wife and daughter. I wouldn’t be laying awake pondering things, I would be laying awake, regretting my decision to have jane sit on that side of the car, regretting my decision to pull out without looking first, regretting my decision to pull onto the tracks while at a red light, regretting my decision not to buy some kind of indestructible Volvo car…

I would be in communication with health insurance companies and car insurance companies and the other driver, and my friends, and my family, and my team down at the church and with God pleading with Him for them to be alright. I would be thinking about how we were going to get a new car- I would be thinking about everything, and I would be feeling sad and sorry and stupid. and I would probably give anything to turn back time, re-think those decisions, and for everything to
just be normal.
normal would be heaven in that moment.

but none of those things happened at all. I wasn’t in the hospital- I was in my warm bed. I could hear my wife sleeping soundly. my baby-girl was cozy in her bed without a care in the world.
things were just normal-
and I wasn’t going to take it for granted-
I was grateful for it.
that morning, I hugged jane and deanna a little bit longer; I moved a little bit slower and was so grateful for the fact that
it was just normal-

I began to thank God that He allowed that guy to stop in time, and I began to thank Him for my family, and for our home, and for warm beds, and food in the fridge and for cars that work- for everything.

later that day I thought to myself, “right now, jane is sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons and munching on some cereal; Deanna is reading her books, making to-do lists, and working with jane-
all is well, and well is wonderful.”


are things just normal for you today?
thank God for that normalcy- it’s a gift;
a gift that you might give anything for under different circumstances-
take time to thank God for normal today- don’t take it for granted!
be grateful for what you have.
don’t compare yourself and what you have with others-
what you have is beautiful- appreciate that today.

and another thing- drive safe! there are some crazies out there.

“be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” -1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

God is love.
-rev-rob

from my 10 year anniversary party-

thanks to everyone who was in on the surprise!

everyone loves mail!

everyone loves to get a letter in the mail-
what is it about mail? when it comes in an envelope- its like a treasure, waiting to be opened and discovered-

I was reminded of this a few days ago-
jane loves to read books by one of her favorite authors, Mo Willems. she has all of his elephant and piggie books, plus several other dvds and books about his other characters too. I discovered on Mo's blog, that children often write to him and include their own stories and illustrations of his characters. I told jane about this and she got to work drawing a picture for Mo. she sent it off in the mail and hoped that it eventually got to him.

a few days later, Deanna came in from getting the mail saying, "you've got to check this out!" I looked at the envelope, and it appeared to be a hand-written letter from Mo himself!

I immediately began to think all kinds of thoughts:
"wow! did he really write this himself?"
"does he respond to every kid that writes to him?"
"how much time must that take?"
"what a cool guy!"
"I mean I already thought he was cool, but now I think he's really cool!"
"he's like the modern-day Dr. Seuss! and he wrote my kid! how special is this?!"

jane opened it up, and it really was a special note from Mo.

to jane- this was cool- but just about as cool as a letter from Grandma. she thought about what she might write him back- now that they are letter-pals or something.
but to us, this was really, really cool and thoughtful.

and it reminded me just how special it is to get a handwritten letter in the mail.
if you know me at all, you know that writing letters is one of those things that I often do.
people often refer to it as something that has been meaningful to them- many students have shown me letters from me that they have saved for many years.

like Mo- I have invested in special stationary, envelopes, stamps, stickers, etc-
but after receiving that letter in the mail-
I'm that much more committed to spreading love and grace through the post office and the mail box.
I want to take the special-ness and the thoughtfulness of my letter writing to the next level; and I'm already so inspired with ideas of how I can make this tool more effective.

if you're a leader in any way- I want to encourage you to invest in some stationary. custom is best, but if you can't afford that, then just pick up some cards from hallmark. send something to someone in the mail every week; and people will begin to think thoughts about YOU like the ones I thought about Mo-

God is love.
-rev-rob

home-made toys:: amanda pig clock

jane loves the character amanda pig, we recently made her some stuffed animals, and a wooden model, but recently jane has been learning how to tell time, so we thought it would be cool to make our own amanda pig clock! here is how it turned out:

(by the way- being someone who is REALLY into knowing what time it is, I found myself geeking out on #1 on the fact that I was making a clock, and #2, that my kid is into telling time!)
being a dad is fun.
-rev-rob

raab and the monkey

I had so much fun re-reading my old stories about Raab the Rabbit that I thought I would give Raab an update- and a new friend:

"once upon a time, there was a brown rabbit named Raab- who worked each day in the land of cats, telling the kittens stories about jesus.
time had passed for Raab- and things in his world began to change-
his brown fur began to turn grey- and the little church in the land of cats became a big, big church!
and Raab got to tell his sotries about jesus to many, many kittens.
as the church grew, Raab let others tell stories about jesus to the unicorns-
Raab missed being with them each week but he kept in touch with them-
and even told stories about jesus at many of their weddings!
many of them joined Raab in telling stories about jesus to the kittens.

another thing that had changed in Raab’s life was a new friend to teach the kittens when they got too old for Raab’s class- this new friend was a short and silly, and hairy monkey named Dave. (well, Dave the monkey was not so hairy on top of his head; but he was mostly hairy.) Dave was a very silly monkey- he liked to do funny dances around Raab and give him awkward hugs. He was also a stinky monkey- he often passed gas near Raab- which Raab did not appreciate. there were days when Raab said to himself, “this silly monkey is turning my brown fur grey!

but even though Dave was stinky, and silly, Raab enjoyed Dave’s friendship very much. Raab the Rabbit and Dave the Monkey took the kittens all over the land and had many adventures together. they met many strange animals along their journeys and always had much to talk about and laugh about. Whenever Raab and Dave went on a trip together, Raab always made sure that he was driving his favorite white cart- monkeys are not good drivers.

Raab and Dave spent many days and years working at the church together and telling the kittens stories about jesus- they spent many, many hours talking to each other, encouraging each other and laughing together.
silly monkeys and quiet rabbits don’t always make good friends,
but in this case, they did.

middle school seniors

yesterday I got to visit the seniors class and seek their help at an event for the middle school ministry- and I couldn't help but feel confirmation about a theory that I have had for a long time: the seniors class has a whole lot in common with my class of middle schoolers.

I have passed by this class on dozens of occassions and have seen this class playing games, telling jokes, and laughing out loud- just like the middle school class! they often like to take the church bus to camp or to some fun event- just like my middle schoolers-

yesterday I was in there and the man leading the group stood on the stage with his microphone trying to get everyone seated, but they were too busy chatting with each other at "the goodie table" and catching up- "wow" I thought, "where have I seen THIS behavior before?!"

here are some other similarities that I have noticed between the seniors class and the middle schoolers:

• both groups feel a little left out by the rest of the world.
• both groups are misunderstood and often misjudged. people tend to either love or hate both groups- which is sad because both groups are so loveable-
• neither group is particularly cool, and they are kind of ok with that
• in both groups, you've got to watch out for the drama-queens and the flirts-
• both groups have a facination with facebook
• both sets of people really love coffee and candy.
• both groups have much to give to those who are younger than them- and when they get connected to those who are younger than them- things really start to happen.
• both groups of people tend to be a little clumsy- and if you're going on the road with either group, make sure you bring a medical kit stocked with band-aids.
• both groups enjoy getting a little silly every now and then-
• both groups love a good game, a good joke, a good story, and a good laugh
• both groups seem to handle difficult times with stride and grace
• both groups have a choice to make about their attitude- and both groups can be sour or delightful depending on their attitude
• both groups have a bright sparkle and brighten my sparkle when I'm with them
• and when God gets a hold of middle schoolers, and when God gets a hold of seniors, watch out- big things are about to happen
• I love both groups- they are a delight.

God is love.
-rev-rob

raab and the baby-bunny

once upon a time, there was a rabbit named raab.
each week raab told stories about God to kittens and uni-corns at the church of cats.
raab’s life was quiet, orderly, clean and predictable, and he liked it that way.
and then, one winter night while raab was telling stories to the kittens, he received an urgent message from his wife-
she was going to have a baby-bunny!

raab was excited and afraid.

“what kind of daddy will I be to this baby-bunny?
will I be too busy with the kittens and the uni-corns?”
but raab was afraid of something bigger- he was afraid his heart was too small.
his heart was so full of love for God and his wife, the kittens and the uni-corns-
would there be any room left for love for his baby-bunny?
would the baby bunny take raab’s love away from everyone else?

and then the day finally arrived- a baby-bunny was born- a baby-girl-bunny.

raab named her jenny. jenny-the-bunny.
she was all white, with pink eyes and a pink nose and pink on the inside of her ears.
her pink nose wiggled as she breathed.
raab was overwhelmed with love and joy-
and as he held her, he experienced something he had never experienced before:
his heart began to grow.
now there was plenty of room for jenny-the-bunny
and there was more room- and raab found that with room in his heart
he loved his wife even more and he loved God even more-
he loved everyone even more!
raab held jenny in his arms and whispered into her ear-
“mommy carried you for so long- and now its finally my turn to carry you-
and I don’t want to let you go”

raab’s clean and quiet world became messy and noisy with jenny’s toys and laughter-

but raab didn’t mind at all-
jenny danced all over raab’s little rabbit hole- and raab laughed and danced with her.
raab found that boring things that he used to do were now fascinating with jenny.
watching her yawn or sneeze or smile kept him entertained for hours.

one morning, jenny was chomping away at carrots-
raab said to her- “jenny, can I have a hug?”
jenny hopped over and hugged raab, still chomping away-
as he hugged her, he could hear her heartbeat, her breathing, her chomping-
and he thought to himself- “its still early in the morning, but its already been
the perfect day.”

in the days to come, raab and jenny shared many adventures,

and many special times together
jenny loved to ride horses and to meet bears.

sometimes jenny got mad at raab-

she had a special way of expressing that.
one night, jenny was angry with raab
when it was time to say goodbye to her friends the horses-
raab just held her, smiled and whispered into her ear
“even when you’re angry with me, you are still my source of joy.”

when the uni-corns and the kittens met jenny they said,

“cool a baby-bunny!”
“when do we get to bunny-sit, raab-the-rabbi-rabbit?”
raab paused and said “I’ll get back to you on that…”

raab and the uni-corns

once upon a time, in the land of cats- there was a church of cats.
and at the church of cats, there was a bunny that taught stories to the kittens.
his name was raab and he was brown.
all of the kittens called him raab-the-rabbi-rabbit- even though he wasn't a jewish bunny.
raab lived in a quiet little rabbit hole.
he kept it clean because he was a clean bunny.
raab did more than tell stories to kittens- he taught stories to a group of uni-corns too.
often the uni-corns would travel far away to uni-corn school,
but raab always enjoyed it when they came home to the land of cats.

raab discovered that telling stories to uni-corns
was much different from telling stories to kittens.
uni-corns are bigger than kittens.
uni-corns loved to chew on coffee-beans and tell stories until late at night.
uni-corns loved to have long discussions about important things.
and most of all, unicorns are very loving animals-
and these uni-corns were often in love with other uni-corns at the church of cats.
and they loved to wonder and talk about their relationships with other uni-corns.
some of the uni-corns even had raab tell stories at their uni-corn weddings.

raab didn't know much about uni-corn school,

and he didn't really care for coffee-beans-
but he loved those uni-corns.
he took them in his garden cart on many adventures-
and those uni-corns helped many different animals in the land of cats and the land of sharks.
that made raab proud of the uni-corns.

 one lovely spring, raab loaded the uni-corns into his garden cart

and took them to the land of clams near the beach.
the uni-corns wanted to sleep on the sand-
and to eat their meals at the beach and go three days without cleaning their fur!
again, raab was a very clean rabbit.
he loved to be clean and wash his brown fur often.
this was going to be a stretch for raab the rabbit,
but he was looking forward to some quiet time with the uni-corns.

but it wasn't quiet at all.

broncos and foxes ran around the beach growling and snarling,
morning, noon and night.
they growled and snorted during raab's stories-
one night as raab looked up at the stars in the land of clams,
he thought that this wasn't such a good idea after all.
just then, a group of foxes screamed by.

some of the uni-corns were in love,

some of the uni-corns were upset,
and one uni-corn kept getting lost because she was wandering off and meeting dogs.
and all along raab was there- trying to tell his stories.
even with all of the noise of the broncos and foxes
some of the uni-corns fell asleep during his stories!

when raab got home, he cleaned his fur and enjoyed his quiet little rabbit-hole.

raab loved those uni-corns and loved to meet with them over some carrots.
raab and those uni-corns shared many adventures in the days to come-
and they met and helped many wild animals together.

raab and the garden cart

once upon a time, in the land of cats- there was a church of cats.
and at the church of cats, there was a bunny that taught stories to the kittens.
his name was raab and he was brown.
all of the kittens called him raab-the-rabbi-rabbit- even though he wasn't a jewish bunny.

one day, while raab was exploring the land of rabbits and the land of sharks,
he discovered a large blue and white garden cart.
it wasn't brand new, and the paint was chipping, but it had a special character to it.
raab thought to himself, "how could I use this large garden cart?"
"i know!" he thought "I can bring this back to the church of cats
and use it to cart around my friends, the kittens."
"I can use it to take them to the snow and to the lake."
"I can use it to take them to play games- the kittens will love it!"

so raab began to pull the garden cart back to the church of cats.
it was a little heavy when it was empty- how would he pull it full of kittens?
so raab asked for some help in pulling his blue and white garden cart.

he asked a friendly grizzly bear named bruce and a dalmatian named christopher.
with their help, pulling the big garden cart was no problem for raab at all.
raab loved pulling the garden cart with bruce the bear and christopher the dalmatian.

raab took the kittens all over the land with his blue and white garden cart.
he took them to the magical kingdom ruled by a mouse.
he took them to the ocean to visit the dolphins and the crabs and his friend mary-ann.
she always had ice-cream for the kittens.

he took them to the big tank of sharks to watch the sharks play games.
when raab and bruce and christopher pulled the garden cart,
the kittens would sing and play games in the cart.
raab loved to hear them sing.
sometimes the kittens got sick too-
maybe it was hair-balls, but they seemed to throw up in the garden cart a lot.

raab didn't just bring kittens in his cart-
he brought other animals too-
a jay-bird, a pando-bear, a zebra, and a vegetarian raptor.
all of these animals made raab's cart slow

and he was often passed by jaguars, mustangs, and thunderbirds-
all laughing as they zoomed by.
once raab's cart was even passed by a pinto!

one summer, bruce the bear, christopher the dalamatian and raab the rabbit
took the kittens to the land of skinny-dogs. (very skinny dogs)
it was very far away.
along the way the garden cart broke three times!
and the kittens had to get out until christopher was able to fix it.
the kittens sat on the side of the road yelling-
"dag-nabbit-raab-the-rabbi-rabbit!"
everything on the cart seemed to break on this trip.
raab began to wonder if his cart was strong enough to travel so far away.
but christopher the dalmatian fixed it- he could fix anything.

when raab, christopher, bruce and the kittens arrived in the land of thin-dogs
they discovered that it was very hot there.
they met a dog named way-sos, who was very thin.
the kittens loved way-sos and gave him things to eat-
and way-sos was happy.

the land of thin-dogs was very hilly and raab's cart was almost tipped over while he,
bruce and christopher were pulling it, full of kittens.
raab was very worried- but it never did tip over.

when raab, bruce and christopher
got the blue and white garden cart back to the land of cats,
raab decided to fix up the busted garden cart.
he painted it all white and lined the floor with straw;
so it would be more comfortable and so it would soak up the kitty barf.
raab and the kittens had many other adventures in the white garden cart
they sang many songs in it and traveled to many wonderful places
and met many wild animals with it.