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Pop Pop Epistle #90 – 2019 By the Numbers

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Dear Grandkids,

Here at the beginning of the new year I like to do a “by the numbers” post to review some of the highlights of the previous year. Numbers often have stories behind them. So I will try to tell you a few stories as I share the numbers.

1 – This number is significant for several reasons this year:

  • 1 new grand-daughter added to the clan – Ezra joined sister Asher and mom and dad Danielle and Tucker back in March. She is grand-baby  #7 and we are now at 4 boys and 3 girls.
  • 1 new country visited – I traveled to Belarus in July with a mission team from our church. We helped to put on a camp for Belarusian teens and introduce them to the gospel. This was country #46 that I have visited.
  • 1 new job – I still have my old job but back in August, Nona and I began working very part time with our local Chick-fil-A and serving as Team Chaplains. Our role is to care for team members and help them to “nourish their dreams” as they think about life beyond CFA.

7 –  I dealt with 7 weeks of abdominal pain in my core muscles. Until it was all over there was a lot of uncertainty as to the cause. I had an x-ray, an MRI, and a CT scan to rule out the really bad possibilities. Pain finally just went away and realized I probably had some micro-tears in my muscles as a result of an ill-advised game of Ultimate Frisbee with some twenty-somethings. I am evidently not as young as I think I am.

10 – Back in June, Nona and I traveled with about a dozen friends from church to Alaska for 10 days. We spent 3 days in the interior around Denali and then 7 days on a cruise aboard the Coral Princess. We saw pristine beauty that would be hard to match and had an awesome time together and with good friends.

40 – Back in June of 1979 Nona and I met in Galveston, Texas while on a Campus Crusade for Christ (Cru) beach project and began dating. So we have officially been together for over 40 years now – 38+ of them married.

52 – My goal at the beginning of 2019 was to get a minimum of 70,000 steps each week (an average of at least 10,000 steps every day). I was able to do that every week – actually averaging more than 80,000 steps per week. This was the third year in a row that I have been able to do this, so actually I have gotten 70,000 steps EVERY week for the last 156 weeks.

61 – I turned 61 on June 14. I know that sounds old to you but it sounds awesome to me. I am now older than my dad and both granddads lived to be. I do not take for granted one single day at this point in my life but am blessed to be healthy and to be able to be your Pop Pop.

As a believer in the Lord Jesus I look forward to the day when I will be with Him. In the meantime, this verse expresses well my sentiment (the picture was taken on our trip to Alaska):

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Never forget that you are very loved!

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Pop Pop Epistle #89 – About The Battle of the Bulge

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Dear Grandkids,

For all practical purposes, the outcome of World War II was decided on D-Day, June 6, 1944. But there was still a lot of fighting that would take place before the war was officially over. 75 years ago the United States was embroiled in one such battle – The Battle of the Bulge, Hitler’s last gasp of the war. It began on December 16, 1944 and did not end until January 25, 1945 – just a little more than three months before Germany would unconditionally surrender on May 6, 1945, V-Day. The Battle of the Bulge had a lot to do with expediting this surrender but it did not come without great cost.

The “Bulge” was the largest and bloodiest single battle fought by the United States in World War II. Some 19,000+ Americans were killed in this battle alone making it the third deadliest campaign in American history. Winston Churchill said this battle was “undoubtedly the greatest American battle of the war, and will, I believe, be regarded as an ever famous American victory.” The Battle of the Bulge Monument at Valley Forge Military Academy memorialized  this victory as a “Triumph of Courage.”

There are two things that I want to tell you about The Bulge:

1) My uncle, Alan Reyner, my dad’s brother, your great great uncle, fought in this battle. My cousin, Uncle Alan’s son, wrote a piece about his dad’s experiences. Here are a few excerpts…

Reyner-1My father was a combat soldier. He was assigned to the 422nd Regiment of the 106th Infantry Division. He was a machine gunner; his rank, private first class. That’s about as basic as it gets. Most of the enlisted men of the 106th were college-age boys who had never seen combat…. In the fall of 1944, when he was nineteen, my father, was shipped to the front to relieve, in his words, the “Ninth infantry regiment of the crack Second Division.” At the time of the commencement of the Battle of the Bulge at dawn on December 16th, 1944, his regiment was the deepest outfit in the Siegfried Line. When the fighting began he was just outside the Belgium village of St. Vith, approximately 30 miles northeast of Bastogne. He was right smack on the front lines. The 422nd and 423rd regiments, as well as the rest of the 106th, were vastly out-manned and out-gunned from the get-go. Combat for my dad began on the way to the front on December 9th, 1944, with the most intense fighting experienced by his unit at the Bulge lasting only four days; but, by all accounts, his last day of combat, December 19th, was really hell. In my father’s words: “Things were getting more and more confused by then. Our own mortars were shelling us, inflicting heavy casualties. It was then that I really saw what a bullet could do. Men were lying all around me, wounded and dying, others were shocked out of their speech capacity, others were simply walking around hollow-eyed. None of us could believe that this was happening to us.” 

He was soon to be captured by the Nazis and put in a POW concentration camp. Now remember that my uncle was Jewish. Because of his religion he was transferred from the POW camp to a slave labor camp – Berga am Elster, a sub-camp of Buchenwald.

More than 20 percent of the American POWs at Berga died within a three-month period. It was simple: the prisoners walked an hour to and from the work site, where the guards forced them to labor ten hours a day digging tunnels for an underground factory, feeding them only a liter of watery soup and a piece of bread a day.

My uncle quickly understood that if he was going to survive that he would have to escape.

My father escaped from camp by jumping in the river at night during a black-out and floating downstream, but after six days was recaptured. His second escape—this time successful—was just seven days from liberation. I am convinced the first escape, while risky, saved his life. While trying to get back to Allied lines, he stole chickens, rabbits, eggs, milk, and vegetables from farmers. He wrote, “We really fared well.” At the time of his second escape and upon his liberation he weighed less than 95 pounds. 

I hope that you will love history as you grow up. When you study about WWII and in particular The Battle of the Bulge you can be proud that a relative of yours helped to secure victory for the Allied forces.

2) The other thing I want to tell you about the Bulge is this: In many ways, as believers in Jesus, we are involved in a similar battle. D-Day for us was when Jesus willingly gave up His life on the cross to secure salvation for all who would believe. His death and subsequent resurrection provided forgiveness of sin, eternal life, and hope in this crazy, broken world.  But even though ultimate victory is assured because of the cross the enemy has yet to surrender. So there are still battles to be fought. There are still casualties as a result of the war. There are still prisoners of war that need to be freed.

But even so, do not be dismayed. Do not give up when the fighting is fierce. Fight the good fight of faith. Hold on to the hope that is ours. V-Day is coming. The enemy will be defeated once and for all and everything will be made right. Stand firm and you will one day be a part of a glorious celebration that will far out do May 6, 1945.

Never forget that you are very loved!

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Pop Pop Epistle #88 – About The Christmas Pig and a $2 Bill

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Dear Grandkids,

It’s been fun spending time with all you guys over these Christmas holidays. And I also enjoyed introducing you to the Christmas Pig. You did a great job of finding him whenever he was playing hide and seek and seemed to really like it whenever he snorted his little piggy grunts at you when you gave him a little squeeze.

IMG_3194Just a reminder about that last game of hide and seek that we played. The deal was that if anyone of you found him that I would give ALL of you a prize. And after looking high and low Grayson seemed especially excited to find his secret hiding place. Upon which I gave each of you a $2 bill with these remarks. Put the bill somewhere where you will see it everyday – a bulletin board, a mirror in the bathroom, etc. And every time that you see it be reminded that Nona and I are praying for you often. I have put my $2 bill on the mirror in my bathroom as a reminder to myself.

My last instruction was this: Bring the $2 bill back to me next Christmas and I will redeem it for a lot more than it is worth. Ask your parents what it means to redeem something and get them to tell you their “redemption” story.

Never forget that you are very loved!

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Pop Pop Epistle #87 – About Faith That Jesus Marvels At

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Dear Grandkids,

Lately I have been pondering my way through the Gospel of Matthew. I came across two verses this week that got me to thinking.

On Tuesday, I read in 7:28 about how the crowds of people that Jesus had been talking to were “astonished at His teaching.” Then on Thursday, I read in 8:10 that Jesus marveled at the faith of the Centurion who wanted Him to heal his servant.

It is not unusual to read in the gospels about people being amazed at Jesus, or astonished, or marveling at things He says or does. But I can only find two times where Scripture tells us about Jesus being amazed or astonished or marveling at something.

Matthew 8:10 records one of those times: “When Jesus heard (what the Centurion said), He marveled and said to those who followed Him, “Truly, I tell you, with no one in Israel have I found such faith.””

The other time is in Mark 6:6. Jesus was in His hometown of Nazareth. And even though people were astonished at His teaching (v.2), there was a surprising lack of faith – such that He could do very little healing among the people. Verse 6 says, “And He marveled because of their unbelief.”

So this got me to thinking. Would Jesus marvel at MY faith or would He marvel at my LACK of faith?

That question led me to ponder a few other questions which are very humbling when I consider my life as a believer. I will leave them here for you to consider as well as you grow up and seek to live a life that pleases the Lord.

  • What, if anything, do I do in my life that requires faith?
  • What prayers am I praying that are driven by faith?
  • Am I seeing prayers being answered as a result of my faith?
  • Does the way that I spend money indicate a life of faith or a lack of faith?
  • Is my money being used to fund faith ventures on behalf of the kingdom?
  • Would others describe me as a man of authentic faith?

My hope is certainly that Jesus would marvel at my faith and not at my lack of faith. And my hope is that He will do the same for you!

Never forget that you are very loved!

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Pop Pop Epistle #86 -About Your Funeral (and Alfred Nobel)

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Dear Grandkids,

A great leadership lesson to learn early in your life goes like this: Begin with the end in mind. It has a lot of life applications.

For instance, it is never too early to start thinking about what you might want people to say about you at your funeral. I know that probably sounds kind of morbid but the fact is that we are all going to die and people will tell stories about us when we do. If you were a fly on the wall at your own funeral what would you want to overhear?

Now that I am approaching middle age (as a very young 61 year old), it is something I think about. But it is something I hope you will think about early in your life. Let me tell you a story to help you understand why.

At some point you will learn about the Nobel Peace Prizes. These are prizes that are awarded annually by Sweden to people around the world who have done outstanding work  in the fields of physics, chemistry, medicine, literature, and peace.  At present the award is a $900,000 cash prize as well as enormous worldwide prestige. What most people do not know is the backstory.

Alfred_Nobel3Alfred Nobel was born in Sweden in 1833 and was a brilliant chemist. In 1863, he began tinkering with nitroglycerin, a highly volatile liquid that had been recently discovered. Nitroglycerin remained very dangerous though and in 1864 Nobel’s nitroglycerin factory blew up, killing his younger brother and several other people. In 1867, after much work he discovered a safe way to use a nitro based compound that had many industrial uses. His patented compound became known as dynamite and secured for him a great fortune.

To his dismay, his invention also began to be used in warfare and many people were killed because of its use in combat. in 1887, one of Nobel’s brothers died in France, and French newspapers printed obituaries in which they mistook him for Alfred. One headline read, “The merchant of death is dead.”

Alfred Nobel had the opportunity to read his own obituary and he did not like what he read. So he set out to create a legacy that changed the way that he would be forever remembered. Upon his death in 1896, the majority of his vast estate went to the creation of what became known as Nobel Peace Prizes – a much better way to be remembered don’t you think?

The idea of “beginning with the end in mind” is certainly a biblical one. Malachi 3:16 talks about a Book of Remembrance…

16 Then those who feared the Lord spoke with one another. The Lord paid attention and heard them, and a book of remembrance was written before him of those who feared the Lord and esteemed his name. 17 “They shall be mine, says the Lord of hosts, in the day when I make up my treasured possession, and I will spare them as a man spares his son who serves him. 18 Then once more you shall see the distinction between the righteous and the wicked, between one who serves God and one who does not serve him.

In Matthew 6:20, Jesus spoke of storing up treasure in heaven,  The implication is that what is done on earth is forever recorded in heaven. Our hope is that one day we will all stand before God and hear Him say, “Well done my good and faithful servant.” (Matthew 25:21).

So my dear grand younguns, I encourage you throughout your days to remember this: Begin with the end in mind!

And never forget that you are very loved!

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Pop Pop Epistle # 85 – Happy Birthday Audrey (and About My Heart Transplant)

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Dear Audrey,

Louis Washkansky.

I’m pretty sure that name does not mean anything to you or to anybody else who might be reading this. But it is a pretty significant name in history.

Back on December 3, 1967, Mr. Washkansky, a 53 year old South African grocer who was dying from chronic heart disease, received the first human heart transplant. The surgery was performed by Dr. Christiaan Barnard in Cape Town South Africa. It was a successful surgery but unfortunately he died 18 days later from double pneumonia.

AR_2Yr-50Perhaps you already know this baby girl, but when I was 17 years old I had a successful heart transplant. And 44 years later I am more alive than ever. My heart had been diseased from the inside out and corrupted by sin and I was dying a slow miserable death physically but was already dead spiritually and far far from God.  Ephesians 2:4-5 describes best  what God did to give me a new lease on life (I have personalized the verses):

But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which He loved me, even when I was dead in my trespasses, made me alive together with Christ—by grace I have been saved!

Unfortunately my dear Audrey, you have the same kind of heart disease that I had and you also are going to need a transplant. God is going to have to give you a new heart. In Ezekiel 36:26, the Lord explains it like this to his people: “And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh”

My prayer for you is that you will joyfully accept God’s gracious offer to give you a new heart and that you will gratefully join me as a transplant recipient who now lives each day experiencing life as God created me too.

Never forget that you are very loved!

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