Monday, September 14, 2015

Marie's Memories of Randi



MEMORIES OF RANDI KAY SUNDET GRINER 
a marker for ten years of her death on August 17, 2005, 
by
Marie Sundet


Oh good, I finally have reason and opportunity to do some writing about our dear and precious Randi! This can’t be done, though, without some information about Lyle and “the boys.”

This year it is ten years since she left us. What a heart-breaking day that August 17, 2005, was! From phone calls from Nate and Nick to contacting Sathers because I didn’t know which golf course Wally was playing, to finally reaching Wally by phone and having him come home to hear the sad news, to at last reaching Lyle at a conference in Baltimore and telling him that his wife had died .   .   .   .   .   Oh my.

Sathers came and helped us think about which people to call and helped us pack to go to Bloomington to be with Nate and Nick at least until Lyle could get there from Baltimore. By the time we got there approximately five hours later, Lyle had gotten home. Heidi, Mary, Ken, and Sam were also there. Kathi and her family drove in from Arlington, Texas, the following day.

We were a gathering of sobbing, bereft people until we were able to begin thinking of Randi’s present happiness in her new heavenly home.

She is now a grandmother living in heaven, and I am sure that she is smiling and in full knowledge of the marriage of her son, Nathan, to Sasha, and the birth of their baby, Penny Kay. She also knows, I’m sure, that son Nicholas has started work at a “Nortdstrom Rack” store in Des Moines. She knows, too, that her nephew, Sam, graduated from Luther College last spring (2014), that nephew Jared is now a Luther student, and niece Hillari is busy with salon work and nannying. She also must be overjoyed to know about her sister, Kathi’s, wedding to Raymond Daniel, whom we all love.

I believe that she is experiencing great joy as she thinks of her dear former husband, Lyle, now married to  Andrea who is a fine addition to our family.

Now I need to recall some of her very young days. She made her entrance into our world on September 14, 1957, when we lived in the barracks at Luther College. Wally was a senior student then and was president of Nordic Choir. He also directed a church choir at Calmar Lutheran Church.

Randi was baptized at First Lutheran Church in Decorah with Lowell and Leila Gangstad her sponsors.

She was a fine-boned, strong baby who wanted to be on her feet much of the time. She was a tiny baby with colic, and kept her daddy awake late many nights with her crying. Finally, at three months of age, she found her thumb and sucked it a lot! We were relieved because she wasn’t crying, and her daddy could get his reading and studying done.

She was never a baby who slept a lot, and by ten months old, she was walking. She had her favorite blanket which she snuggled as she sucked her thumb. Of course, it needed washing frequently and had to be dried outside on a clothesline. Tiny Randi toddled out to the clothesline, grabbed a corner of her wet blanket, and sucked her thumb! Such a funny little girl!

She was present when her daddy got his Batchelor of  Arts degree in Music Education in the spring of 1958. 

Shortly after that, we moved to Kasson, Minnesota, where Wally was a music teacher. We lived in a duplex out in the country. Our only bathroom was upstairs. One day after Randi learned to climb steps, she came downstairs pulling the end of a roll of toilet tissue. She walked, pulling it through the living room and into the kitchen downstairs. She never made much noise, just busied herself doing things!

One of her favorite activities was taking a box of Cheerios out of the cupboard and making a pile of them on the floor. Then she stomped on them with both feet. I was not aware of what she was doing until I heard the crunch, crunch, crunch of her little feet on the cereal! She also liked picking flowers and loved our budding tulips. One day she brought me a little fistful of them.

Randi learned to speak very clearly at a young age. Her daddy asked her to repeat many long words – simply because she could! One day after many repetitious of words, one-year-old Randi said, “Daddy, why hippopotamus?” Apparently, she had had enough of that word.

When she was two years old, we moved to Monticello, Iowa, where Wally taught elementary music. At one point, we attended the wedding of a good family friend in the big Catholic church there. After seeing other folks being ushered into the sanctuary, it was our turn. Little Randi genuflected at each pew until we were seated – just doing what she had seen others doing!

Randi made good friends in school in Monticello, especially with Cindy Gilmore who remained a close-in-heart friend the rest of her life. They continued to communicate after we moved to Cedar Rapids just before Randi’s senior year in high school. After graduation, the two of them continued their friendship at Luther College, and then when they both married and lived and worked in the Twin Cities. Cindy and Randi were both artists. While at Luther, each had her own art show. Musical highs came for Randi when she sang soloes with a womens’ choir at Luther and sang with Nordic during part of her senior year. Following those experiences, she sang some solos with church choirs. Hers was a lovely soprano voice.

Back to earlier days, Randi and her sisters spent a week each summer at Camp EWALU near Strawberry Point. During her high school and college years, Randi worked as a Conselor-in-Training and as a Counselor each summer. We knew she was a profound influence on the lives of many young people – and she loved the work! Here, too, she met Lyle, her future husband, They just liked each other and “did things together.” They never “had a date,” she said.

In August, after graduating from Luther, she and Lyle were married at Camp EWALU. The place had grown close to their hearts.

It was to be an outdoor wedding, but weather didn’t permit it. We all pitched in and prepared the main room in the lodge for the wedding, and the adjoining room for the reception. Pastor Gary Hunstad from First Lutheran, our Cedar Rapids in church, came to perform the ceremony. Sharon “did” the flowers which we had bought at a farmers’ market. Lyle’s cousin baked the wedding cake, and Harold and the triplets provided string quartet music for the processional and recessional. The processional was Randi’s favorite, Pachelbel’s “Cannon in D.” Randi and Lyle had tie-dyed a beautiful banner portraying a dove descendin onto two wedding bands. This took center place in the front of the “camp sanctuary.”

Lyle wore a full-sleeved white shirt and his three attendants wore matching sky-blue ones – all made by a neighbor on Larry Dr. in Cedar Rapids. Randi wore my wedding dress, and I sewed the three blue bridesmaid’s dresses. Who would attend Randi other than her sisters? The three of them also sang a version of “The Lord’s Prayer.” The wedding was a simple, beautiful, faith-filled, and joyous affair. Even Grandma Streyle attended in her wheelchair!

Randi and Lyle first lived in a tiny, upstairs apartment in Cedar Falls while Lyle finished his college education at UNI and Randi worked in a bookstore.

After his graduation, the two of them worked with “Tentmakers” in Anoka, Minnesota. This was an organization which trained people to be youth workers in congregations. Also, during this time, they moved to seminary housing at Luther Northwestern in St. Paul, and Lyle studied to get his Master’s Degree in Youth Leadership.

Nathan was born while living in a seminary apartment, and they continued work in Anoka. Baby Nathan often went to work with them. Randi and Lyle were good and busy parents. Nathan slept in a beautiful cradle made by Lyle’s father.

Burnsville became home to them for several years as they worked as Youth Director and Childrens’ Education Dirctor in a chuch there. After almost three years there, Baby Nicholas was born.

We were together celebrating Thanksgiving at Mary’s Minneapolis apartment when Randi knew it was time to go to the hospital. Little Nathan stayed with us at Mary’s until a hospital phone call came from Lyle for Nathan! We were crowded breathlessly around the phone when Nathan said, “Nickowas?” We knew then that Randi had had a second baby boy! Such excitement! A bit later we took Nathan to the hospital to see his mom, dad, and baby brother. Lyle took Nathan into Randi’s room first to meet little Nicholas. He held him and looked so proud as he assumed the roll of “big brother.”

While living in Burnsville, Randi got her Master’s Degree in “Human Development” from St. Mary’s in Winona. Lois Brokering acted as one of her advisors and helped her design course work in her chosen major.

After some years in Burnsville, Lyle took a job as Youth Director at St. Luke’s, in Bloomington , MN, where Randi was the Christian Ed. Director.

Through her work with Lois Brokering and her connections with Augsburg Fortress Publishing Company, Randi soon became an editor there. She did much creative work doing curriculum development for children. Her work there was well done a well received.

Lyle began work at “Youth and Family Institute” where he became the National Director of Peer Ministry. He traveled and worked with many, many young people and their leaders in a myriad of congregations.

After her stint at Augsburg Fortress, Randi began work at “Search Institute” in Minneapolis. Here much emphasis was put on Forty Developmental Assets which help children and teenagers avoid problems and make healthy, positive choices. Randi loved this work and made very close friends with her co-workers.

She stayed continually active in a group of parents working to keep music programs active in public schools in their community.

Lyle added the work of continuous projects on their house – transformed their kitchen with new cabinets, etc., painted the outside of their house, added a den and large deck, etc.

Both parents remained consistently interested and supportive in their sons’ school classes and projects. Their sons were fortunate to have exemplary parents like Randi and Lyle.

And now, her life has come full circle, and Randi is again with Jesus. We wondered, “How could everyday experiences and activities continue without Randi living among us?” Yes, much of it has been painful, but somehow she – and we in her family – are all being held and protected in God’s hands. 

Lyle has done much beautiful writing about Randi since her death. She died in her sleep the night of August 17, 2005, and was found not breathing in the morning by Nick.

Her funeral service was on August 22, 2005. It was marked by meaningful hymns, “Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise,” “I Was There to Heae Your Borning Cry,”  “Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee,” and Handt Hanson’s singing and playing his own composition, “Make My Life a Candle.” Ken wrote and read an emotional and meaningful eulogy, and Pastor Michael Foss delivered an uplifting message.

The burial service was beautiful – made so by the setting and by the presence of many of the 800 people in attendance at the funeral service. Each set of eyes I looked into seemed to be sending love and peace to our family and to Lyle, Nathan, and Nick. I was extremely grateful and reminded of dear Randi’s favorite expression and book title of Richard Rohr’s, “Everything Belongs.” These words are on her gravestone along with her signature, “Randi.”

Now we find joy as we think of  Randi being cradled in the hands of her Lord Jesus. We are indescribably grateful for the gift of Randi in our lives. She was truly a gift to many during her earthly life.




Saturday, August 15, 2015



Randi Sundet Griner 

SEPT 14th, 1957 - AUG 17th, 2005 

Marking Ten Years

This is an invitation to participate in remembering.


A remarkable women, friend, daughter, sister, wife, mother and colleague.


Randi truly was an amazing woman whose love for the arts, belief in the good of people, and faith in God blended together to give, advocate, create and work. I am honored to have known her for thirty years, married for 25 of those. 

The Sundet family, Nathan, Nick and myself are inviting friends and family to participate  within the next year by dedicating a service project of your choosing. Something you already do, or something you would like to enter into. Something based on one of the 40-Developmental Assets. 

Most likely if you volunteer at most anything your work and passion already connects to one of these assets! Keep doing what you are doing and dedicate it to Randi. 

OR… choose a new project, something you would love to do as a volunteer this next year.

Randi worked at Search Institute, an amazing organization that researches and identifies the building blocks that youth need to succeed.

The 40 Developmental Assets  <CLICK>
    Note you can click on “Take Action” under each asset for ideas.

In short, this research has turned the attention from assuming youth have problems that we need to fix to instead working on creating the positive assets that allow youth to thrive. It is a wonderful ongoing project. If you are not familiar, take a look at this amazing list.

We are inviting everyone to dedicate an “Asset Building Project” between AUG 17th 2015 and AUG 17th 2016.

Facebook Page  <CLICK>
Love to see what you are doing. Share pictures, 

Give us some updates! Your plans.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Temptation




Okay... I bit the Apple!
I was not kicked out of the garden... and the apple was very tasty.
But I will give up the apple for the apple-picking-partner any day.

Monday, September 07, 2009

Blessing Day




Nathan & Sasha... God's blessings always! Celebrated with "characters" and a perfect afternoon on the deck!

Monday, August 31, 2009

AUG Peer in Burnsville

Back at the old home church in Burnsville. You know it is a good group when after you close everyone sticks around to talk more with each other. I think they will do well!

In the mean time I only have a few more training with TYFI as they become something else and so must I.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

House boating

The boat, the crew and the first mate. A unique way to tour the boundary lakes. The hot tub on top and the slide off the back added to beach times. Me? Loved sitting by the fire at night, rising early to watch the sun rise.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

La Crosse, WI


Synod leaders and youth ponder Peer and the future to be. 

And Prince of Peace in La Crescent. (I'd gladly join this church!)

Lyle, MN --- But, on the Iowa boarder!

She entered my phone # into the computer.

 

“Oh, Lyle,” she said. “I’m used to weird names like that.”

I leaned over the counter, almost in shock. “How’s that?” I asked!!

“I know a lot of people from Iowa,” she stated as a matter of fact.

“Really, I grew up there.” I said. Confirming that all Lyles must come from Iowa.

I took my movie and went home.

Friday, April 03, 2009

The Careless Farmer

Early morning coffee is the best!

As it happens so often I over assume biblical story is all about me. Mathew 13 contains the parable about the sower and the seed. I have always heard the story from the perspective of the soil, hoping that I am the good dirt that the seed can grow in. But, when the emphasis is given to the Sower the story takes on whole new meanings.

The Sower has a bag of seed. We always assume bags of seed can run out, thus should be used wisely and planted where we know it has the best chance to grow. But, not this Sower! This Sower throws it everywhere, to everybody, good soil, rocky soil, thorny soil; everybody gets in on the free seed deal.

 Maybe that supply of seed is not endless. Maybe the supply doesn’t need to be conserved. Maybe it (“It” being what? God’s unlimited grace and love?) can be shared with all. Maybe even those of us that end up with seed that doesn’t always do so well with growing it still get it, lots of it!

 That sower seems to be a bit careless, hapless, and not very concerned about aiming. The Sower is not one bit careful with where it gets thrown. Maybe this story is mostly about this seemingly wasteful Sower.

 And me? Keep wasting some seed on me please! I never even notice most of it, some I ignore, but a little of it I finally see and may even take time to acknowledge. Thanks God! Maybe Easter really is for all. 

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Mystery


Walking into the LutherHill chapel at sunset.

The discussion turned
 to angles and demons. When in safe trusted conversation it is always surprising how many people have will admit to having personal experiences. Ghosts enters into the discussion also. It seems amongst my Spiritual Director friends these are common experiences.

I do believe in God and that we do live in and amongst many spiritual flurries breathed out amongst us all kinds of ways I can’t understand. I suspect there is no theology that hold what can’t be understood.

One of my last days in high school, a class called “Life and Living” we had a substitute. She was a mom of two twin sons, also seniors at Cedar Falls High. She was to show a film about loss and death.  Half way through the film she shut it off. She then shared her own experience of being “clinically dead,” I believe during a operation. She described the experience of leaving her body and the meeting of a being of light. There was no doubt in my mind that she spoke truth of her experience. I sensed she had complete confidence in her faith and also had no fear of death.

That may have been one of my first experiences hearing a story of spiritual mystery. As I hear people tell of encounters with angels, demons and ghosts I wonder. I am certain that mystery experiences exist. I am not sure we have words that accurately can be attached to these experiences. I wonder if our attempts to fit such experiences into our world view and theology have any semblance for being named with words.

I am most comfortable with using the word “mystery” and being comfortable with not needing to explain or over interpret. God is. God is present. Our understandings of God can are incomplete. “We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!”  (The Message 1 Cor. 13:12)

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Kids Are Either Leading or They Are Leaving

Episcopal Youth Leaders in the Diocese of Virginia invited me to join them at Phoebe Needles Center in Callaway, Virginia. The Diocese has only three paid youth ministers in Parishes. Thus the leadership relies heavily on the volunteering adults and a very vibrant faithful core of youth.

One of their issues --- maybe too many youth who want to be leaders.

I woke up this morning reflecting on Jesus’ disciples telling Jesus, “There are too many! Should we send them home?” Jesus’ coment? “Feed them.” And so they did. (Loaves and Fishes)

Youth are either leading or they are leaving. We either equip, empower and allow or the demands of others will prioritize kids time away. The church’s job is less about consumer programming, which assumes kids are attracted by more glitz, more gadgetry, with bigger, and better entertainment.  Instead the church is about making of meaning, developing  purpose, and giving responsibility in ways that kids know they count!  

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Faith Hopes of 12 Parents

The picture is from a "Building Bridge" evening, where Andrea works with parents and kids to learn faith practices that can be lived in daily life and households. "Don't expect parents to do in their homes what they have not practiced hands on in the congregation." For Andrea, the gathering times are very specific equipping times. I believe it to be one of the most effective ways I have seen for equipping home to be church too.  

I recently interviewed 12 different parents from Shepherd of the Lake Lutheran in Prior Lake. I asked parents about their faith hopes for their children. I used various questions to get at the topic but started out with, “If you were to write a letter to your son/daughter describing what you hope their faith and life may be like in 15 to 20 years what would you say?” I discovered that parents were eager to talk and seemed appreciative for someone to be interested.

Optimistically these parents reflected a positive attitude about their congregation and a confidence that the congregation was a source of help. The parents I talked to were very good parents. Most are involved in various ways of helping and volunteering in the ministries of the congregation. They were selected by congregational staff, and were the best of the best, with high faith hopes.

These parents’ imaged God as a God who mirrored parenting roles; setting values, modeling behaviors, and surrounding children with caring people. These parents want help! Including a God who will help.

Because of our focus at The Youth & Family Institute I was very aware of the lack of spiritual practice or expectations outside of the walls of the congregation. Most of their hopes pertained to going to worship and involvement. My hope would be for congregations to become more of the empowering and equipping place for households that learn to make their homes church too.

Instead I sensed a consumer mentality that assumes signing up and sending kids to various programs will be their answer for taking care of spiritual needs and values.

Faith parenting was mostly interpreted as volunteering in programs their sons and daughters were a part of. Certainly a positive thing to do, but also a limiting view.

The Conversation Threads

What follows are some of the threads that came out of the conversations.

Congregation Participation

Almost all hoped for continued church involvement and participation. “Going to church on Sunday,” “Involved in…” “Attend with their family,” where common expressions.

Prayer Life

A personal prayer life was also a common theme. This seemed to be coupled with beliefs about God and a desire for personal connectedness. Parents wanted a God who “Goes with,” “Who is always present,” “Who can be sought in the midst of the bad and unpleasant,” “In the thick and the thin,” “Who can be approached anytime, anywhere.”

For parents there is a hope for a God who will protect, and comfort their children. I sensed they want a parenting God, and extension of themselves.

Biblical Understanding

Biblical knowledge came up frequently. They hoped for “Enough to understand their faith,” There was a hope that youth would grow up with a knowledge that would help them live in pluralistic religious community. That they will “Not be manipulated,” that they can, “Defend and debate what they believe.” Some of these comments came from parent’s memories of times they felt inadequate when entering into conversations, especially with more conservative Christians.

The Bible was also seen as a source for comfort, and discernment in tough issues.

Relationship

Relationship was another big theme. As they talked they seemed to forget I had asked about the future, but wanted to express their concerns for the present as well. Parents said they wanted, “Friend connections,” “Intentional knitting together of supportive community,” “Wish for friendship groups formed at the church.” “Can talk about and share values with other kids,” “Will emulate role models,” “Find a safe place,” and “Will be surrounded by good people in the congregation.”

I sensed a big hope that the congregation would help with this role of surrounding. I believe parents are looking for help and support. They want others to love, challenge, encourage, and affirm. One parent spoke of a special relationship their young person had with a building manager at the church. At The Youth & Family Institute we speak of this out come as the need to find faithful Triple-A adults, people who are authentic, available and affirming.

Service

Parents greatly valued an attitude and practice of service. They used phrases like, “A giving heart,” “Helping world,” “Being charitable,” “Volunteer in a church,” “Pay it forward,” “Helping and caring for others,” and  “Involved in community service.”

While service was highly valued, and seen as a value of this congregation, the assumption seemed to be that this should be learned through congregation programs. While a lifestyle that has an attitude and practice of service is desired, I heard very little that demonstated models of learning this other than organized programmatic ways.

Values

Parents hoped for discernment in making wise choices. “Sex and drugs,” came up a couple of times. “Making wise decisions,” “Knowing right from wrong,” “Having an inner compass,” and “Finding support needed for trials and temptations,” were other phrases used in the conversations.

I may exaggerate a bit, but parents seemed to be looking for an inoculation from evils provided by the congregation.

Faith Diversity Value

In about a third of the conversations people hoped that youth would grow up with an understanding and appreciation for other religions. They hoped that youth may learn about, visit and be in dialogue with people of other faiths.

Spiritual Practices

When asking about spiritual practices, I asked for things they would hope for in homes and daily life. I asked about things outside of the congregations programs. This consistently produced some hesitation. People would then name meal time prayers, sometimes would suggest reading Bibles, but would often go back to a practice of “Going to Church.” Only one person remembered the “Seven Faith Habbits,” that has been a core theme at this particular congregation. They could not name them all, but remembered they existed. 



Sunday, January 25, 2009

Mr. Nathan and Mrs. Sasha Griner





The emotions were many. – Stress and worry in getting my dad to the wedding. – Great pride in my son and my new daughter-in-law. – Many hopes for the launching of a new commitment in relationship. – Grief that Randi was not physically there. – Warmth in a sense that Rand’s presence was among us all. – Supported and loved by the presence of the Sundet family. – Honored by many friends who came to surround Nathan, Sasha, and the rest of us. – Grateful for Andrea being at my side. – Pride of seeing two brothers, dressed in tuxes who deeply care for each other.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Image of God

“What is your image of God?” Answers to this question give me great insights into people’s spirituality. Some have images that seem as if they flow from a cartoon. Others tell of images that sound ominous, far away or unapproachable. Still others have a best friend or pal image.

 Over the last years, my own image has been that most represented by a warm breeze. I’ve like the faceless, mystical motion of such an image.

 During an exercise led by one of our CERT School participants this week we were asked to write a letter to ourselves, addressed from God. My pen flowed more easily than I expected. Such a human task as letter writing did not seem to fit my wind image. My God image needed a face.

 The Appalachian carpenter who I met at least a dozen years ago, a real person, but has become a source of my own story telling mythology surprisingly surfaced in my mind.  Mid sixties, white beard, a warn and harsh exterior, complete with a beat up sweaty stained felt hat, but also very kind eyes that seemed somewhat sad but also gave a sense a knowing described this man.

 During a service project in the Kentucky back country, the Appalachian man, was quiet and to himself, working on his own project. Periodically he would help someone hold their hammer differently, or help hold a board being sawed. Day-2 of our project he told me he wrote poetry, surprised by this, I invited him to bring some out the next day.

 Day-3, lunch time, coal trucks rumbling up a nearby mountain road, he read his works out of a three ring binder. On the left hand side was written an observation. Just a line or two describing something he had witnessed or sensed about people. The right side flowed a poem. Some funny, some deeply revealing insights, some sacred, some in mountain speak, and others in very good English prose. This man was well educated! He had not always lived in the midst of hidden mountains.

 “Yep,” he said, “I’ve always been good at observin’.” With that he looked into the eyes of each person of our group and told each the things he saw and believed about us. Our kids were each deeply touched. When he came to me he said, “Sir, you will never be happy unless you are making a difference in someone’s life.” --- !!! It felt like this man could see into our hearts and souls.

 Certainly my memory has created him into a figure of legend. It is the legend memory that helps me understand God this week. I can visualize this old carpenter walking with me, jogging along side of me, sitting down to listen to me, and… I don’t want to be overly mystical about this… but, understand this form as one that can speak back to me, that can see into my heart and soul, observing and reflecting the words I need to hear.

Friday, January 23, 2009

The Leap of Faith





I have had other opportunities to climb the pamper poll. The last time was watching a cancer survivor be the first in the group to climb. He made it to the top but then struggled to stand on top before he jumped. Watching his legs shake, the hesitations, and his determination quickly brought me to the conclusion that I did not have a need to climb the poll.

 Yesterday, I knew it was my turn to climb the 40 foot poll. In the midst of a breeze I could feel the poll swaying. The climb was not hard to the top. The real task was to balance and stand on the top. I had no natural senses, reactions or experiences that could guide me. I tried, but ended up hugging the poll, than letting my crotch rest on top of the poll, okay, not the most comfortable position! Slowly, carefully, with an audience below, trying to only focus upward, I stood. Mini shuffle steps turned me towards the trapeze. On the count of 3 and the word jump, I had no choice because Sara, on the belay rope would be pulling on the rope attached to my back.

 I made the leap of faith, and somewhat to my surprise hung from trapeze. It was my day. My time. Happy, proud, but a bit smug… as if my maleness needed to proclaim, “of course I would do it.”

CERT School GroupX


Lutherhill LaGrange, TX!
Climbing Day

Monday, January 19, 2009

Texas CERT School



CERT school number 54! --- And a Saturday in San Antonio along the River Walk.

70º today... sorry for all my friends back home when you hit -22º this last week.

Texas is a bit better place to be running... thus, I'm back at it. 

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Triple-A- Award

Rainbow Trail camp, Hillside, CO has been awarded the prestigious Triple-A- Adult award. In fact it is the first ever Triple-A-Adult award.  In reality it is the only such award ever given. When a camp staffs itself with remarkable Authentic, Available and Affirming people it deserves an award! They really deserve an award that has large amounts of cash attached to it, but this award comes with a lot of appreciation from people who’s hearts have been touched over and over again during the last three weeks of Youth and Family ministry Certification School. Not only did this camp meet all our program needs and have wonderful facilities but, most importantly they shared themselves.

I began to recognize it when meal time prayers where led by Chris, our amazing cook, and John, the Site Manager. The recognition grew stronger everyday as we got to interact with every team member. Thumbs up to David Jarvis, Rainbow Trail’s camp director, who has not only hired the best people for the job descriptions but has hired those that fully embody the AuthenticAvailable and Affirming traits.

The Triple-A-Adult award can only go to places that understand that faith is passed on through personal trusted relationships by the power of the Holy Spirit. Such places recognize that relational faith influence has no hierarchy. A congregation may have a pastor and janitor with very different job descriptions, but the ministry of relational faith influence is empowered, encouraged and embodied by the whole team. All share in relational ministry.

Congratulations to the whole Rainbow Trail Team and their shared Triple-A ministry!

Thank you

CLICK here and meet the whole team!


Monday, November 17, 2008

CERT School Fun






Hanging out... working and playing, some of the best!

Scenes Around Camp




Hard to not find a great scene.  (That would Pike's Peak, under the cloud!)