Our Homing Device

San Juan Capistrano Mission
Photo by Jon at pdphoto.com

In the early morning of October 23 — just 11 days from today — thousands of swallows will lift off the grounds of the San Juan Capistrano mission, circle the mission once, and begin their pre-scheduled 7500-mile flight back to their home city of Goya, Argentina. They will have spent 7 months at the mission, enjoying the warm climate and excellent food — and offering their share of the work to keep the eco-system in its proper balance — particularly by destroying about a billion insects. But it will be time to go home, and those swallows will not fail to leave at exactly the appointed moment.

Their visit to the centuries-old California mission began in Goya at dawn on February 18 — as it has every February 18 for at least the past 200 years.  They arrived at Capistrano on March 19 — as they have for at least 200 years — and, yes, all the mission bells did ring, just as Leon Rene’s 1940’s song says.  There is a great celebration at the mission every year, and thousands of people turn out to welcome the birds to their summer home.  All events are planned well ahead of time because there is absolutely no doubt that these lovely swallows will be right on time.

Argentinian magazine correspondent Enrique Bermudez, who writes for Para Todos Magazine, has made a thorough study of the swallows. He says they fly most of their 7500 mile journey at an altitude of 6600 feet and fly at a speed of 18 miles per hour. His research shows that swallows are masters at following a flight plan that takes advantage of every favorable wind. And somehow, in spite of all kinds of unpredictable natural events, they arrive exactly at the appointed time on March 19, year after year after year. How awe inspiring is that?

Well, it must be pretty inspiring for the majority of people because the event has been immortalized in word and song for decades now. Unfortunately most people any distance away cannot be present to celebrate the event, but all of us have the privilege of witnessing a similar miracle right in our own back yards if we care to take notice. We have scores of “closer-to-home” birds that migrate north and south at exactly the right time every year — returning at the same appointed time when the seasons change.  In my neck of the woods, the most prominent migratory birds are the geese, and their v-shaped flight patters make designs across our skies for several weeks each fall as they follow their God-given homing devices to their places of winter refuge.

And so it is in every little burg and hamlet across the planet. Then when spring pops out from under winter’s blanket, ducks, geese, and birds of various sorts find themselves on the move again, and without fail, all the members of each species of bird know exactly where they are going. Just like the Capistrano swallows, they all have this built-in guidance system that we call “instinct.”  It’s an internal radar, given to them by their Creator, that doesn’t fail to take them exactly where they need to go: south in the winter, north in the summer, and even to the highest rafters of the crumbling mission at San Juan Capistrano.

But what about us?  People.  Do we have our built-in homing device turned on?  It is keeping us focused on our perfect destination? No matter what the season in our lives, our perfect place of safety and fulfillment is always the same place: The Almighty, Eternal, Living God.

What time is it in your life? Is it time to migrate to a new place in your spiritual walk? Do you find yourself feeling the need to live on a higher plane? Or is it getting a little dark and cold where you are now, causing you to long for more warmth and light and nourishment?

Well, the Word of God makes it clear that we each have a built-in homing device with its own internal radar. That Word tells us that we do not have to “anxiously look about us,” trying to find our path. (Isaiah 41:10). All we have to do is set our hearts on the one who created that homing device. (Prov. 3:6).  And even more directly, we are told that we will find Him through Jesus Christ, who is “the way” into the heart of that Creator. (John 14:6).

Do you have your radar zeroed in on the almighty God of the universe? If so, you have a fantastic journey ahead of you.  If not, maybe this changing season is a good time to make an adjustment.

Photo Challenge: Thursday’s Windows — Week 4

This is my favorite church window in my home town.

I’m really enjoying all of these great posts.  They sort if “open a window” into the lives of the people with whom we share this little section of cyberspace.

Your posts do not have to be of “church” windows.  Any window that appeals to you is great. And please feel free to post after Thursday if necessary.  Be sure to leave the link to yours in the comment section.

Photo Challenge: ‘Thursday’s Windows’ – 3rd Week

Well, that time has rolled around again, and I am posting a photo from my old high school days.  The picture shows several of my classmates in study hall, but what catches my attention is that whole wall of windows at the back of the room.  They are the epitome of “School Windows” from about 4 or 5 decades ago.  (Yes, I’m really that old, but don’t tell anyone.)

There’s just something so special about them to me.  They were the same throughout the school — and throughout many U. S. schools during those years. (In fact, I can’t look at windows like that without thinking “School.”)

The top windows of each set of three opened out, and the bottom windows opened in.  You twisted the little handle on each window to open it, and of course, there were no screens.  But during the first and last month of our school year, the weather was so warm (or hot) that we had to have those windows open.  And because of the way they opened in two directions, they did offer a pretty good breeze. Virtually all of our classrooms had them across the whole length of the outside walls, and it made things quite pleasant to have that much natural light and to be able to see the rest of the world outside while slaving away at the books.

Just looking at them brings back so many wonderful memories of those school days. I bet a lot of you out there remember them as well — but you don’t have to admit your age if you don’t want to.

And don’t feel that you need to post windows pertaining to schools this week.  The challenge is still the same and will remain so until we get tired of it.  It’s just “Thursday’s Windows” — any kind, any size, any where. I’m really enjoying all your entries.  Isn’t it amazing what a variety there is of something so seemingly “ordinary”?

Remember to post the link to YOUR picture in the comment section below.

P. S.  I have to be away from my computer for a few days this weekend, so if I don’t respond to your picture right away, don’t think I’m not interested.  I will be looking forward to seeing all of them when I can get back to the Internet.

Jake Sprinter’s Sunday Challenge: ‘Favorite Spot’

I originally came by this photo unexpectedly as part of a set I purchased for use in some publishing projects.  From the first moment I saw it, I fell in love with it — primarily because it so perfectly depicts one of my favorite spots in the whole world.  Most of my adult life I have found that I would rather be alone in the sanctuary of a church visiting with the Lord than almost any other place on earth. A friend of mine once described me as a “church mouse,” because — as he said — I would like to just “live” in a church. Of course, we can pray any place — and I often do.  I learned long ago that God doesn’t care where we are, how we are positioned, what we are wearing, or how accurate our grammar is.  He just wants communication with us.  However, there has always been something so particularly special to me in spending time in a quiet, peaceful church sanctuary.

I remember, during one period of my life, my husband and I lived out in the country very close to a small country church that was more than 100 years old.  It had a very small congregation, and they generally had only two services in it each week.  The rest of the time it was empty. Even though my hubby and I actually belonged to a different church in a nearby town, we knew a great many of the local people who attended this small white frame church,and we knew quite a bit about its history.

At one time, I felt such a strong desire to spend some time in prayer there, and I asked one of the leaders of the congregation if it might be possible for me to do so.  He talked to the other leaders, and, to my amazement, they made me my very own key to the front door and said, “We like the idea that someone wants to spend time praying in our church throughout the week.  You just go and pray there any time you feel like it.” So I did.  In fact, I went almost daily for well over a year, and even after moving from the area, went back periodically for some time.

I cannot adequately describe what I felt there, but there was something so congenial about walking those old wooden floorboards, sitting in those wooden pews that shined from years of loving wear, and kneeling before the ornate wooden pulpit where so many saints had communed with God for over a hundred years. Often as I prayed there, I could feel the prayers of many of those men and women of faith who had called on God in that very place a century before I even knew how to do so.

This picture takes me back to that experience, and I cherish it deeply.

Thank you, Jake, for this challenge that stirred up such blessed memories.

If you’d like to participate in Jake’s challenge, here’s the link:
http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/09/29/sunday-post-favorite-spot/

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Photo Challenge: Thursday’s Windows

Well, folks, this is our second week of “Thursday’s Windows” photo challenge. Hope you are enjoying your window shopping and sharing what you find.  This photo is of my kitchen window.  One of the reasons we bought this house was because of an arched doorway in the kitchen and these windows with the cozy little inset shelves on each side. I think they add a special charm to the house, and I love them.
Be sure to leave the link to your photo in the comment section below.

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New Photo Challenge: Thursday’s Windows

I’ve been in a whimsical mood this morning, and got to thinking about all the photo challenges out there.  I was in the mood to post a lovely, sunny photo of a window, but then I thought: “Hey, there’s no photo challenge for Thursdays. (At least not that I know of.)  Maybe I should invent one.” So here goes.  

CHALLENGE THEME:  THURSDAY’S WINDOWS

Now this challenge is a little different:  The challenge is just for “Thursday’s Windows.” Each Thursday, we post a different window, but the main theme will not change. (I love windows.)

And all of you readers out there who are over-burdened by these challenges, please feel free to skip this one.  But if you want to participate, I’m looking forward to seeing all the varieties of windows that open us up to the rest of the world.

Also, please feel free to post on a day other than Thursday.  If you get busy and forget on Thursday, put it up anytime before the next Thursday.  I will renew the challenge each Thursday with my own window, and then you can post again on that Thursday as well. Very Important: Be sure to post a link to your window in the comment section below.

Happy Window Shopping, Everyone!  Here’s mine:

I did not take this photo, but I have permission to use it.
It’s sunny disposition just grabbed me!  It looks happy.

Jake Sprinter’s Sunday Challenge: Autumn

I haven’t joined in on Jake’s Sunday challenges earlier because I thought I was going so many different directions on here anyway.  But when I saw this one, loving Autumn as passionately as I do, I just couldn’t pass it up.  So here goes.  This photo was taken by a good friend and passed on to me as a gift. If you want to join in on the challenge too, here’s the link to Jake’s place:
http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/09/15/sunday-post-autumn/

I Have a New Poetry Blog!

Hey, all you WordPress friends,

I want to tell you about my new poetry blog. I am experimenting with a new blog on a separate hosting site, and I’d like your feedback. So when you get time, hop over and visit and leave me a comment. The only negative I’ve found is that, in spite of my setting things so that it isn’t required, the site seems to require everyone to do that word verification thing before posting comments. Other than that, if you are a WP blogger, you can click on the WP symbol and just paste your own blog address in the window. That should do it. If you try to comment and have a problem, please let me know. That could be a deal-breaker as far as whether I stay on that new site or not.

Thanks. Hope to see you at “Pick a Peck of Poems.” http://pickapeckofpoems.blogspot.com/

Weekly Photo Challenge: Near and Far

I took this photo while riding with my sister as she took her very first flying lesson.  I went along, carrying my camera and two of hers, in order to document the event for posterity. Although flying in large jets does not make me dizzy at all, flying in this tiny three-seater put my head on a merry-go-round. The only time I could keep it settled was when I looked down, so I concentrated on taking a lot of pictures of the ground. This photo is my favorite.  It is a section of my home town, and when I enlarge it, I can actually pick out my house.

Novel Got Delayed

Hey, folks, I’m sorry I got delayed in my process of posting a chapter a day of Quenton’s Honor. We had to rush my dad to the hospital this week, and that began a round of exhausting days and nights until things got settled down. He is home now, and, hopefully, by Saturday I can get back to my slightly normal schedule and begin posting regularly again. Some of you are not reading the novel, so you probably didn’t even notice, but for those few who are reading, I appreciate your understanding and patience.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Free Spirit

This photo is of my grandfather on my mother’s side. His name was Elmer, and he was truly a “free spirit.” Sometimes he could be short and cantankerous, and I’ll have to say he did not get along with everyone as well as he did with me, but I loved him and his unique personality. He was a serious Christian, as was I, but we saw a number of things differently, and we had many a strong discussion over the years. Sometimes now I think about one particular thing on which we disagreed strongly. In later years – after he went to be with the Lord – I came to realize that he had been right about it all along. Many times I’ve thought, “My, I wish Grandpa were here so I could sit down with him and talk about this again – now that I can see what he was really saying.”

He had a real knack for taking things apart and putting them back together. And he loved doing it. There was something in him that just had to see what made things work. So at nearly any time, he could be found with some piece of equipment or machinery lying spread out in parts, waiting to be reassembled at Grandpa’s leisure. I even have a photo of our huge family celebrating Christmas – everyone passing around gifts and opening them – while Grandpa sits in front of the TV set with his flashlight and screwdriver, doing his own thing.

In his forties, he developed lung cancer and had surgery to remove part of his lung. That was back in the days when that kind of surgery was extremely rare, and there was not much in the way of treatments. People pretty much fended for themselves, and they either made it, or they didn’t. But since Grandpa believed in God as a healer, he had that extra Power to rely on, and he did make it. In fact, he lived more than two decades beyond that.

He spent his life farming and doing factory work, but by the time he was in his 60’s, that kind of work was beyond him, and he looked for something else to fulfill his work ethic. Our town had one Dairy Queen and another ice cream stand that was open during the summer only, but we had nothing like an ice cream truck that went around the neighborhoods offering treats. So my grandpa, innovative “free spirit” that he was, decided that, instead of growing old and run down, he’d start a brand new career. He created himself an ice cream wagon.

He bought a Cushman motorized cart (electric motor), mounted a freezer unit on the back and filled it with ice cream treats. He had to keep it plugged into an electric outlet overnight in order to charge the motor. He also mounted bells and a cassette tape recorder, from which he played children’s songs along the routes. From that point on, for many years, from May to September, he could be seen all over town spending his days with the kids, who affectionately called him “The Ice Cream Man.” 

It was also during those years that he decided to take up the guitar – not learn to play it – just take it up. His youngest son was actually a musician with a band in northern Illinois, and the photo above shows Grandpa playing around with his son’s guitar. Though very old and worn, this photo is one of my favorites of my grandfather. It shows him at a big family picnic – looking again like the farmer he used to be – in his undershirt, suspenders, and hat – “goofing off” for his kids and grandkids. I personally think that this photo shows a man who refused to be bound up by a lot of social rules, and who lived his life as a “free spirit” to the best of his ability.

Love On The Line

a poem by Sandra Conner

I read about the “phone poem” challenge on “The Music In It” — Adele Kenny’s poetry blog site — and I decided to see what I could come up with.  As soon as I started thinking about the subject, I remembered reading the true story of a WWII sailor who had intended travelling to the midwest (while home on leave) to meet his girlfriend and propose marriage before he went back to duty.  A blizzard kept him from making it across country, but through the kind ministrations of a romantic telephone operator (remember when we had real operators instead of computers?), he was able to convey his proposal and receive an answer. This poem is based on that unique love story.

LOVE ON THE LINE

I read about a Navy guy;
‘Twas during World War II;
He felt that he was so in love
But one thing he could do.

He was on leave, New England way,
And running out of time,
Snowed in, he could not meet his love.
His only hope – a dime.

So in the pay-phone booth, he dialed
The zero. Faith was high.
He told his soulful story to
The operator, Vi.

He gave the number for his love,
St. Louis her address,
And Vi said, “There’s no promises,
But I will try my best.”

So, hanging on the line out east,
The sailor heaved a sigh
And waited with a pounding heart
Till he heard back from Vi.

“I have your party, sir,” she said,
Three minutes’ worth of time.
“Three minutes!” cried the sailor.
“That isn’t enough time!”

His darling’s voice broke through the wire,
Her voice so light and thrilled,
“What great surprise, your calling now!
I heard you’re snowed in, Bill.”

“Yes, dear, and now I can’t get there
Before my leave is through,
But there is something vital that
I have to say to you.

“You know I’ve loved you for a while;
And I have to know for sure — ”
But Vi broke in just then to say,
“We’ve lost connection, sir.”

“Oh, no!” he cried. “You’ve got to help!
I’m ready to propose!
I couldn’t go back overseas
Unless I’m sure she knows!”

“I’ll try again,” Vi said, but then
Back on the line, so sad,
“I can’t get you connected, sir;
The weather is so bad.

“But I can hear your party, sir,
And it seems she can hear me.
If you’d want me to relay your words,
I’d do so happily.”

He heaved a sigh, wiped tear from eye,
And drew deep breath somehow.
“All right,” he said. “It’ll have to do;
I need her answer now.

“Please say, ‘ I’m so in love with you
That before I go to sea,
I’m asking you to be my wife;
Please say you’ll marry me.'”

So Vi relayed the message sweet;
He waited in a stew
‘Till Vi came back online and said,
“She’d love to marry you!”

Now many years have come and gone,
The couple made their home,
And in every room the pride of place
Goes to the telephone.