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A favorite author of mine wrote that "Today our public worlds demand a few good people who can walk among the masses and negotiate with the powerful but never change, never capitulate, never compromise." I want to be one of those people.
Monday, October 3 9:36 pm ct  Fire Tub This weekend, Joni and I went on our first campout together. Our church got together at a campground north of the city. I've done plenty of camping in the past, but I learned something new from Ora, and I borrowed it as soon as we got home by making a Fire Tub. What's a Fire Tub? It holds everything fire-related in one waterproof container. Ora called it a fire box, but since all of our camping gear is stored in tubs (more on that later), we call ours the Fire Tub. Here's what's inside:
Thursday, July 7 3:50 pm ct July 7, 1995 Ora pointed out that we officially registered at DeVry ten years ago today. Some memories:
Wednesday, June 1 9:36 am ct Twenty years a Montanan When my family moved to Montana, we woke up at Howard and Ruth Arlint's house to our first Montana morning on June 1, 1985. We started unpacking and spent our first night in the Pablo Christian Church parsonage. Over the years, I've noticed that I count dates from 1985 because of that event. I also count them from 1995, when we moved away from Montana and I started college. I suppose I'll start counting from 2005, too, as the year I got married. Saturday, May 14 11:01 pm ct Petra no more In the summer of 1985, my family loaded everything we owned into my grandpa's cattle trailer and drove to our new home far away in Pablo, Montana. On the trip, in my dad's pre-Walkman portable cassette player, I listened to a "Christian rock" band, Petra, for the first time. And I was hooked. The next year I bought their newest cassette with my meager allowance money, and Grandpa, who was visiting, helped fish it out of my tape player the first time it tangled. The next year, my Uncle Steve and I reacted in shock when we learned the lead singer had been replaced for the new album. Over the years, I collected every Petra album I could afford and I associate their music with times in my life: traveling on a particular vacation, moving to a new house, starting college. My first concert in Kansas City was Petra at Memorial Hall in 1995 and I've seen them twice since. One time, I even got to meet the band and have my picture taken with them. Earlier this week, I dug their latest CD out of one of the many unpacked boxes in my garage and listened while unpacking others. Tonight when I read that they're retiring after more than three decades of performing (and 20 years of being part of my life), I know it's the end of an era, but I'm not sad. They introduced me to contemporary Christian music, and I'm thankful for that. They kept the faith and didn't go "mainstream." And now I have lots of good memories and as many good songs to sing in my head and in the shower. Thanks, Bob, Greg, John, Louie (!), and everyone else. I promise I'll remember I'm Not Of This World. There's more to read in the archive...
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