It is nearly impossible to believe that I haven't blogged since January, here it being the sunset of April but, alas, it is true. It is not possible to bring you up to date on all of the events that have happened. Suffice it to say that the Spring semester is nearly over here and, like my fellow students, I am very glad that this is the case! My relief will be short lived, however, as I have to take two chemistry classes during the summer. It's ok, really. I love me some chemistry!
The family and I had quite a scare here this past Friday as a tornado touched down about half a mile from our little home. Seven people and a very large dog were huddled in a very small closet for about 30 minutes while we heard the sirens going off outside. It was with incredible earnestness that we prayed for God's protection for us and the rest of the people in our town. Thankfully, no one died here, a true answer to our prayers, though as a community we did sustain some significant damage. We all have a greater appreciation for God and the incredible grace with which He grants us life every day.
Benjamin, our ten year old, now wants to become a meteorologist!
School finals are in three weeks. I appreciate prayers for the success of all of us students as we struggle with tests and deadlines!
I'll (do better to) keep you posted...
Monday, April 16, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Update on Hannah
We visited Hannah's doctor here in Oklahoma and things are not going as well as we had hoped. Her seizures are returning both in frequency and intensity. Her current dosage of anti-seizure medication is quite large and, hence, our options for treatment are becoming increasingly limited. The doctor said we could try her out on another drug (the odds of this helping her at about 5%), we could implant a device into her chest and brain called a VNS (those odds are at 5%-15%), we could do another surgery (don't even want to think about that one), or we can alter her diet (45%-65%). So next month she has to go in to get evaluated for being put on a special medical diet that, according to some doctors at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore, may help reduce her incident of seizures.
We continue to appreciate your prayers as we walk this road with Hannah. God bless and minister to you all!
I'll keep you posted.
We continue to appreciate your prayers as we walk this road with Hannah. God bless and minister to you all!
I'll keep you posted.
Friday, December 30, 2011
The End and the Beginning
As I type this I am sitting in my backyard, surrounded by towering evergreens and feeling the faintest whisper of wind. It's the end of December and it's almost 70 degrees out here in central Oklahoma. Odd, to say the least, but a beautiful day nonetheless and one we welcome before the stranglehold of winter comes to take it away.
So much has happened in the month or so since I've last shared with you. Hannah, despite her surgery this past summer, has had an increasing number of seizures and is having trouble remembering things again. It's disturbing and our options for future treatment are dwindling. Do we repeat the surgery? Do we increase her medications? It's rather like shooting in the dark at this point. She has a follow up appointment with her local neurologist in January. Hopefully we'll know more by then.
My foot, on which I had surgery in October, is nearly healed, thank God. Benjamin, too, with his broken arm is nearly fully recovered. Both of us are enjoying our increased mobility and activity. I'm hoping to begin running again in January.
Vickie is plugging away patiently at her job at Walmart. It kills me to see her going off to work. For over 15 years I was the sole provider of our little family and, God forgive me, it was a source of pride for me knowing that Vickie could stay home with the kids. Now that I'm in school full-time, she has been obligated to take this mantle, one which she wears effectively. We both know it is but for a short time. As soon as I graduate medical school and get into a residency I will be making enough money for us to survive. Until then she plods to work every day, faithfully doing what she can. Neither I nor the kids deserve her, a fact of which I am reminded every day.
It's a strange dynamic that is evolving with our internet ministry. For seven years I was a Messianic Rabbi, serving congregations in Texas and Pennsylvania. Now I am simply myself again and finding this adjustment more challenging than I originally thought. It took me a long time and a lot of study to become a rabbi, and to lose it so quickly makes me ask myself, "what was the point"? I am grateful for what God did during those many years but now those years are over. I've noticed that people treat me differently. Even some of my colleagues in the ministry seem to have moved on. The sense of isolation increases. My goal for the internet ministry is that it would be a source of balanced Messianic Jewish teaching and, after I graduate school, a vehicle through which I report my work as a medical missionary, for this is my heart. My hope is that, through the ministry of medicine and health to people, they would open themselves up to the ministry of Y'shua (Jesus) for I will be doing both simultaneously. It's been my experience that people will truly know that they are loved when they see a practical application of that love. Medical missionary work is perfect for showing this kind of love for truly it's how Y'shua conducted His ministry!
So, as we approach this new year of 2012, there is much reason for hope and many opportunities to learn from 2011. The more things have changed for us the more we see God's constant love and faithfulness. He has been so good to us and has provided, and continues to provide, when all other avenues have vanished. In the past five months that we have been in Oklahoma, for example, He has provided us with a place to live, a job for Vickie, money to put food on the table and pay for utilities. He has safely settled us in a land where we have no family and has helped us survive, giving us the sweet fellowship of believers both near and far. God is good, and we taste of His goodness every day.
I pray that God demonstrates His faithfulness to you, dear reader, in the coming year and that, when December 2012 rolls around, you will be able to testify of His abounding faithfulness.
God bless you and protect you!
I'll keep you posted.
So much has happened in the month or so since I've last shared with you. Hannah, despite her surgery this past summer, has had an increasing number of seizures and is having trouble remembering things again. It's disturbing and our options for future treatment are dwindling. Do we repeat the surgery? Do we increase her medications? It's rather like shooting in the dark at this point. She has a follow up appointment with her local neurologist in January. Hopefully we'll know more by then.
My foot, on which I had surgery in October, is nearly healed, thank God. Benjamin, too, with his broken arm is nearly fully recovered. Both of us are enjoying our increased mobility and activity. I'm hoping to begin running again in January.
Vickie is plugging away patiently at her job at Walmart. It kills me to see her going off to work. For over 15 years I was the sole provider of our little family and, God forgive me, it was a source of pride for me knowing that Vickie could stay home with the kids. Now that I'm in school full-time, she has been obligated to take this mantle, one which she wears effectively. We both know it is but for a short time. As soon as I graduate medical school and get into a residency I will be making enough money for us to survive. Until then she plods to work every day, faithfully doing what she can. Neither I nor the kids deserve her, a fact of which I am reminded every day.
It's a strange dynamic that is evolving with our internet ministry. For seven years I was a Messianic Rabbi, serving congregations in Texas and Pennsylvania. Now I am simply myself again and finding this adjustment more challenging than I originally thought. It took me a long time and a lot of study to become a rabbi, and to lose it so quickly makes me ask myself, "what was the point"? I am grateful for what God did during those many years but now those years are over. I've noticed that people treat me differently. Even some of my colleagues in the ministry seem to have moved on. The sense of isolation increases. My goal for the internet ministry is that it would be a source of balanced Messianic Jewish teaching and, after I graduate school, a vehicle through which I report my work as a medical missionary, for this is my heart. My hope is that, through the ministry of medicine and health to people, they would open themselves up to the ministry of Y'shua (Jesus) for I will be doing both simultaneously. It's been my experience that people will truly know that they are loved when they see a practical application of that love. Medical missionary work is perfect for showing this kind of love for truly it's how Y'shua conducted His ministry!
So, as we approach this new year of 2012, there is much reason for hope and many opportunities to learn from 2011. The more things have changed for us the more we see God's constant love and faithfulness. He has been so good to us and has provided, and continues to provide, when all other avenues have vanished. In the past five months that we have been in Oklahoma, for example, He has provided us with a place to live, a job for Vickie, money to put food on the table and pay for utilities. He has safely settled us in a land where we have no family and has helped us survive, giving us the sweet fellowship of believers both near and far. God is good, and we taste of His goodness every day.
I pray that God demonstrates His faithfulness to you, dear reader, in the coming year and that, when December 2012 rolls around, you will be able to testify of His abounding faithfulness.
God bless you and protect you!
I'll keep you posted.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
What a month . . .
I can hardly believe it's been a little more than a month since my last post on this blog! So much has happened in that small collection of days!
Benjamin, my nine year old son, was playing outside with his friends a couple of weeks ago and, inspired by some terrible muse at which I can only guess, decided that it would be fun to roll down our inclined driveway on a small plastic truck. Predictably, Ben fell off of the truck and landed on his right arm, said arm promptly snapping in two near the shoulder. Many emergency room hours later, we discovered that the bone had not only snapped, but that it had snapped so easily because of a bone tumor called a unicarmal bone cyst (UBC). Apparently these cysts, which occur mostly in children, significantly weaken the affected bones. Ben could have more of these in different places in his body. The treatment? Wait until he is 20 years old at which point natural strong bone will fill the cysts and he should be fine. Until then, for the next 11 years, he should "exercise caution" in his activity so as to not break another bone. Thankfully his arm is currently healing well and this young boy is proudly sporting his fiberglass cast as a well-earned badge of honor.
Vickie, my lovely wife, is working diligently at her part-time job at Walmart. She is grateful for the work, but is often little more than a glorified housekeeper. It is the prayer of both of us that she will be able to find different work that will utilize her many skills and pay more. We appreciate prayer about this!
I should find out next week if I have been accepted to the local university. I've already begun to integrate myself into the pre-med club here, an interesting experience. The folks at the club seem sincere if not a bit zealous. Most of them are young enough to be my son or daughter! At my first meeting I sat next to a kind young man who looked like he was 14 years old. It is going to be a bit of generational culture shock to submerge myself into this world, but it is a challenge I embrace and for which I am grateful.
Finally, our online teaching ministry is getting organized. Our website, www.scroll2soul.com, is looking better and, beginning the first Sabbath (Saturday) in December, we will begin live Bible study broadcasts via the website. Vickie and I both are looking forward to it.
As I type this, I'm waiting to see the podiatrist, following up on my ankle surgery a month ago. I better sign off for now. Thank you for reading!
I'll keep you posted.
Benjamin, my nine year old son, was playing outside with his friends a couple of weeks ago and, inspired by some terrible muse at which I can only guess, decided that it would be fun to roll down our inclined driveway on a small plastic truck. Predictably, Ben fell off of the truck and landed on his right arm, said arm promptly snapping in two near the shoulder. Many emergency room hours later, we discovered that the bone had not only snapped, but that it had snapped so easily because of a bone tumor called a unicarmal bone cyst (UBC). Apparently these cysts, which occur mostly in children, significantly weaken the affected bones. Ben could have more of these in different places in his body. The treatment? Wait until he is 20 years old at which point natural strong bone will fill the cysts and he should be fine. Until then, for the next 11 years, he should "exercise caution" in his activity so as to not break another bone. Thankfully his arm is currently healing well and this young boy is proudly sporting his fiberglass cast as a well-earned badge of honor.
Vickie, my lovely wife, is working diligently at her part-time job at Walmart. She is grateful for the work, but is often little more than a glorified housekeeper. It is the prayer of both of us that she will be able to find different work that will utilize her many skills and pay more. We appreciate prayer about this!
I should find out next week if I have been accepted to the local university. I've already begun to integrate myself into the pre-med club here, an interesting experience. The folks at the club seem sincere if not a bit zealous. Most of them are young enough to be my son or daughter! At my first meeting I sat next to a kind young man who looked like he was 14 years old. It is going to be a bit of generational culture shock to submerge myself into this world, but it is a challenge I embrace and for which I am grateful.
Finally, our online teaching ministry is getting organized. Our website, www.scroll2soul.com, is looking better and, beginning the first Sabbath (Saturday) in December, we will begin live Bible study broadcasts via the website. Vickie and I both are looking forward to it.
As I type this, I'm waiting to see the podiatrist, following up on my ankle surgery a month ago. I better sign off for now. Thank you for reading!
I'll keep you posted.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Kims Web
Today marks a week since my surgery. Although I know that the outcome will be great, at this point in the game I'm not totally sure that it was worth it. The discomfort has increased with the days and I am more than ready to get the entire thing over with. My wife continues to pamper me, the only bright light during this experience!
On a happier note, my exile to the couch has given me a lot of time to think and pray. Just outside the window is an enormous web with a fat and apparently happy spider sitting in its center. The kids have named the spider Kim. Poor Kim has had her web destroyed time and time again since we moved-in a couple of months ago. Despite this, she continues to rebuild. I have to ask myself, why? Why bother working on something so beautiful and so delicate with the almost certain knowledge that it will be torn down? Yet, there she is, spinning the slender silver strands into art that would be envied in any museum.
You'll forgive me if I wax philosophical for a moment. I was reading through the book of Luke recently and ran across a wonderful Greek term, "macrothumeyo" which means, generally, to "hang in there" or to "endure hardship until justice comes". What a wonderful word. So often I forget that life isn't necessarily supposed to be easy. We can forget that it is usually from times of adversity and struggle from which our greatest triumph and victory emerge. I'm learning that trial, not temptation, can become a defining force in our lives and literally shape who we are. No one hails a 24 year old man who can throw a football leisurely in his backyard. Place that same man doing the same thing in midst of a Superbowl battle, however, and great victory can often result.
The past year has been pretty hard for our family. There have been a lot of changes and challenges. It goes without saying that God has remained faithful in the midst of all of them. We are learning, though, that these times of trying are opportunities for us to grow: to grow in our faith in Him and to grow in our love and understanding for each other.
We are purposing, then, to continue to "rebuild" our webs like Keep-along Kim and, despite what winds blow around us, pursue the dream we believe God has given us for the future.
I hope you will, too.
I'll keep you posted.
On a happier note, my exile to the couch has given me a lot of time to think and pray. Just outside the window is an enormous web with a fat and apparently happy spider sitting in its center. The kids have named the spider Kim. Poor Kim has had her web destroyed time and time again since we moved-in a couple of months ago. Despite this, she continues to rebuild. I have to ask myself, why? Why bother working on something so beautiful and so delicate with the almost certain knowledge that it will be torn down? Yet, there she is, spinning the slender silver strands into art that would be envied in any museum.
You'll forgive me if I wax philosophical for a moment. I was reading through the book of Luke recently and ran across a wonderful Greek term, "macrothumeyo" which means, generally, to "hang in there" or to "endure hardship until justice comes". What a wonderful word. So often I forget that life isn't necessarily supposed to be easy. We can forget that it is usually from times of adversity and struggle from which our greatest triumph and victory emerge. I'm learning that trial, not temptation, can become a defining force in our lives and literally shape who we are. No one hails a 24 year old man who can throw a football leisurely in his backyard. Place that same man doing the same thing in midst of a Superbowl battle, however, and great victory can often result.
The past year has been pretty hard for our family. There have been a lot of changes and challenges. It goes without saying that God has remained faithful in the midst of all of them. We are learning, though, that these times of trying are opportunities for us to grow: to grow in our faith in Him and to grow in our love and understanding for each other.
We are purposing, then, to continue to "rebuild" our webs like Keep-along Kim and, despite what winds blow around us, pursue the dream we believe God has given us for the future.
I hope you will, too.
I'll keep you posted.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Ouch
There's something I should let you know. It's not a huge secret, not an earth-tearing revelation, but a truth that I have come to realize ever more profoundly in the past couple of days.
I don't like pain. Pain and I are not now, nor do I anticipate we shall ever be, friends in the most flippant definition of the word. We don't get along.
On Monday I had a surgery to reconstruct some ligaments I tore about four years ago in my right ankle. We were at a friend's house and I stepped off of his front patio the wrong way. A loud "pop" came from my right ankle, said ankle quickly swelling to the size of a baseball, and down I went. At the hospital ER, after x-ray's and an examination, it wasn't broken, thank God. I was handed an ace-wrap, given some mild pain-killing drugs, and sent on my happy way.
In the ensuing months and years, however, after repeatedly spraining that same ankle over and over and over, it was clear there was a problem. Finally, this past Monday, we fixed that problem with a procedure called a "modified Brostöm". The surgeon went in, shaved some bone, and reattached the ligaments that I had ripped apart as well as did some tendon modification, all of this placing my ankle back in the right position and giving it renewed strength.
Now, armed with Tylenol 3 and a cast, I sit here on the couch and share my challenge with you, dear reader. I suppose misery really does love company and you (lucky!) are that company. My lovely wife is pampering me. I am reminded daily how I married up when we wed. The kids are understanding and supportive. And I have to stay on this couch with absolutely no pressure on my foot or ankle for at least three weeks. Full healing should come in 9-12 weeks.
At the risk of sounding cliché, this entire ongoing experience reminds me of some pretty profound spiritual truths. In our current Western culture of Microwave Miracles and McReligion, we have often been taught that, when encountered with a challenge, we can simply call on God and He will instantly fix everything and, hence, we should walk through life with ease and victory.
The Bible, however, shows us a different way. It's not that God can't "instantly" fix us or our problems. He can and sometimes does. Like so many other things in our lives, though, He often wants us to go through a process, a time, however prolonged it may be, of growth, pain, challenge and trial, until final victory is achieved. This process may take a few hours or a few years, it's really dependent on Him. We can be assured, however, regardless of the pain involved, that the journey of pain is for our benefit and for our healing, for God really does love us.
It's time for me to take more Tylenol 3.
Ow.
I'll keep you posted.
I don't like pain. Pain and I are not now, nor do I anticipate we shall ever be, friends in the most flippant definition of the word. We don't get along.
On Monday I had a surgery to reconstruct some ligaments I tore about four years ago in my right ankle. We were at a friend's house and I stepped off of his front patio the wrong way. A loud "pop" came from my right ankle, said ankle quickly swelling to the size of a baseball, and down I went. At the hospital ER, after x-ray's and an examination, it wasn't broken, thank God. I was handed an ace-wrap, given some mild pain-killing drugs, and sent on my happy way.
In the ensuing months and years, however, after repeatedly spraining that same ankle over and over and over, it was clear there was a problem. Finally, this past Monday, we fixed that problem with a procedure called a "modified Brostöm". The surgeon went in, shaved some bone, and reattached the ligaments that I had ripped apart as well as did some tendon modification, all of this placing my ankle back in the right position and giving it renewed strength.
Now, armed with Tylenol 3 and a cast, I sit here on the couch and share my challenge with you, dear reader. I suppose misery really does love company and you (lucky!) are that company. My lovely wife is pampering me. I am reminded daily how I married up when we wed. The kids are understanding and supportive. And I have to stay on this couch with absolutely no pressure on my foot or ankle for at least three weeks. Full healing should come in 9-12 weeks.
At the risk of sounding cliché, this entire ongoing experience reminds me of some pretty profound spiritual truths. In our current Western culture of Microwave Miracles and McReligion, we have often been taught that, when encountered with a challenge, we can simply call on God and He will instantly fix everything and, hence, we should walk through life with ease and victory.
The Bible, however, shows us a different way. It's not that God can't "instantly" fix us or our problems. He can and sometimes does. Like so many other things in our lives, though, He often wants us to go through a process, a time, however prolonged it may be, of growth, pain, challenge and trial, until final victory is achieved. This process may take a few hours or a few years, it's really dependent on Him. We can be assured, however, regardless of the pain involved, that the journey of pain is for our benefit and for our healing, for God really does love us.
It's time for me to take more Tylenol 3.
Ow.
I'll keep you posted.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
The Day of Atonement
Unbelievably, it's Yom Kippur again. It seems like merely a few days ago that we were observing this Holy Day at Beth Emanuel in Philadelphia. We had worship, discussion, prayers, and an in-depth Bible study about the implications of this time of year. We also had live goats as part of the teachings! Afterwards we marked the end of the day with the blowing of the trumpet and a festive break-the-fast meal at Old Country Buffet.
This year is a bit different for us. We are observing this day amongst ourselves as a family, resting on this double shabbat, doing a Bible study, and remembering that Y'shua (Jesus) is our High Priest (Cohen haGadol in Hebrew) and has covered our sin through His precious blood. It's hard to be somber on a day when we are reminded of God's grace, forgiveness, and goodness!
My three boys went exploring today before Bible study. As you can see from the picture, they had fun in a synagogue whose Designer and Creator reminded us of His mercy and forgiveness, eternal themes associated with this day.
May the Lord bless and minister to you today, dear reader, and remind you of your need for Him. Like everything else God does, Yom Kippur is a memorial of His love.
He loves you.
I'll keep you posted.
This year is a bit different for us. We are observing this day amongst ourselves as a family, resting on this double shabbat, doing a Bible study, and remembering that Y'shua (Jesus) is our High Priest (Cohen haGadol in Hebrew) and has covered our sin through His precious blood. It's hard to be somber on a day when we are reminded of God's grace, forgiveness, and goodness!
My three boys went exploring today before Bible study. As you can see from the picture, they had fun in a synagogue whose Designer and Creator reminded us of His mercy and forgiveness, eternal themes associated with this day.
May the Lord bless and minister to you today, dear reader, and remind you of your need for Him. Like everything else God does, Yom Kippur is a memorial of His love.
He loves you.
I'll keep you posted.
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