tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244258992011-07-07T20:01:42.388-07:00Walt Everlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10593479237346646025noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24425899.post-66858262689959644202009-02-08T21:46:00.000-08:002009-02-08T21:55:10.619-08:00

It has been almost a year since Yvonne’s cancer was found to have moved into her brain. When her health collapsed after radiation we were certain she would be gone by now, but once more she has rallied and cheated what looked like certain death. This time, though, she survived wounded, weak and unable to resume a full life.Even now cancer is usually a death sentence. And like any death sentence,

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Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again?Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time?Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?" Psalm 77: 7-9Yvonne has been fighting cancer for 7 years, and until this year I really hadn’t struggled with the question of Why. I’ve observed enough misery in my life to

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This long blog absence constitutes one of the manifestations of a self-imposed quarantine. The sickness I haven’t wanted to spread is my own fear, doubt and discouragement; writing about it would have the effect of exposing others to my contagion. When someone you love is struggling to stay positive and hopeful, they don’t need the added burden of reading that their loved ones are struggling

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Three years ago last month my father-in-law passed away. A few days after the memorial service, sitting in his little office I noticed an old worn Bible on the shelf and opened it. Inside the front cover he had written these words: "The will of God: Nothing more, nothing less, nothing else." There, I thought, was the answer to what made Dick Cadd the man he was: His

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I've had very little time to get out and play with my camera since I bought it two years ago, but a weekend at the coast with the family a few weeks ago gave me some good opportunities. Here are my favorites - and I will not suffer any grousing that they all feature Isaiah. Here's why cameras have a "continuous" setting; if you keep the shutter firing you can eventually catch things like

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Fatigue and crankiness tend to override my self-governor, so ordinarily I might not have posted that last entry. What prompted it, though, even more than Obama's victory speech, was sitting in a room full of missionary parents who had come from all over South East Asia to attend their childrens' graduation from Faith Academy. During the program at the Senior and Parents breakfast, each

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It hasn't been any great effort for me to resist returning to the issue of politics, but when a candidate starts saying things like "we will be able to look back and tell our children that this was the moment when we began to provide care for the sick and good jobs to the jobless; this was the moment when the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet began to heal..." I can't help but hear

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Yvonne & I are currently in the Philippines for Megan's graduation. Yesterday evening we were given a tour of the new Faith Academy auditorium (still under construction) which will be named in honor of Yvonne's mom & dad, Dick & Helen Cadd. I just had to share this. It is an amazing, state-of-the-art concert and theater auditorium, but the entire complex will also contain all the fine arts

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I followed closely behind the young Filipina missionary, stepping carefully around and over things I'd rather not remember let alone describe, following a path alongside open sewers, trying not to gag from the indescribable stench. Closing in on either side were rows of squatter shacks built from cardboard, tin, and miscellaneous wood scraps. No electricity here, and the only water was carried in

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Snow in Newberg, on March 27.(And yes, I know all about the ice shelf in Antarctica)

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The late organ virtuoso, Virgil Fox, used to say that Shakespeare and Bach had "felt everything." The same could be said of the Psalmists: Every emotion experienced by humankind is expressed somewhere in the Psalms. Like countless others, the Psalms have been a tremendous help and comfort in every circumstance life has thrown at me.But today I'm having a some trouble finding what I need. Can

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When you have a close loved one (your wife, for example) who has what constitutes a major disease (such as cancer), bad news eventually becomes routine. Not that you get used to it, you just get used to the idea that it's going to keep happening. Kind of like getting beat up by the neighborhood bully; you never get used to it, but over time you come to expect it, and resign yourself to it. So

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Just when you think help is on the way:Low Energy Bulbs Worsen RashesDoubts cast on Hybrid Efficiency

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In church yesterday, pastor Gregg - quite bravely - spoke about the environment. And, quite rightly, he focused our attention on the responsibility we Christians bear to be good stewards of God's gift to us. He concluded by suggesting ways we can reduce our harmful impact on the environment and pointing us to some web sites where we could learn more.Somewhere towards the middle (as often

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Yvonne & I have never been much for the Christmas newsletter thing, where people write about all the wonderful things they did the past year and all the wonderful things their wonderful offspring accomplished that year – not that there’s anything wrong with that, you understand. We’re just lazy. While looking today at this photo, though, I thought that if I were to write one it would be very

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Curtis & I met the first week of 7th grade, and by the end of the school year we were inseparable. For 5 ½ years the two of us were our own little clique, unaffected by the “jocks”, “hoods”, “hippies” or any of the other little subcultures of the time.Together we explored nature, rock & roll, puberty, counter-cultures, and Christianity. We once tried experiments in developing ESP so we could

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Our youngest, Megan, was born at home (an event that deserves a whole story), so we didn't have the usual data collected that a baby born in the hospital would, such as birth weight. When Meg was a couple days old, her aunts took her down to the local grocery store and weighed her on the meat scale. When I found out, I was horrified. It seemed so demeaning to take my little baby and put her

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While browsing the New Book table at Borders recently, I flipped through several pages of "God: The Failed Hypothesis. How Science Shows That God Does Not Exist ". The absurdity of the idea made it fairly compelling reading.Using science to disprove God is like using a ruler to prove that the ocean is not wet. That water is wet should be self evident, but those who will not believe in

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In the initial shock of a crisis it’s natural, and easy, to call for help. In the immediate aftermath of a crisis as well, it’s natural and easy to share with others the good news of a crisis overcome, or even bad news of loss and defeat. But when the immediate crisis becomes a prolonged battle with no end in sight, it’s not so natural or easy to keep asking and sharing. When a

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I was following along the theme of our morning worship service just fine until we got to the 3rd song, where I was diverted and never quite made it back (sorry, Gregg).Somewhere in the middle of singing “How Great is Our God” I suddenly wondered, Do I believe in God’s greatness? Really believe? (Warning: inadequate, somewhat silly analogy ahead) If I could place all the seemingly overwhelming

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One of my stated purposes with this blog was to post photos from time to time. I haven't done much of that, mostly because I haven't had time to take any. This has been especially frustrating because I bought a new digital slr a year ago and haven't had the opportunity to really get familiar with it. But a recent vacation gave me opportunity to play with it - almost to my heart's content. Hope

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There’s a place in Eastern Oregon where the road leaves the high desert and begins a long, gradual descent through a wide valley, then begins a somewhat steeper ascent into the foothills of the Cascade mountains. The whole of this stretch of road, from the descent on the East to the ascent on the West, is perhaps 5 or 6 miles long and straight as an arrow. Once, returning from visiting

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Since I'm having a hard time keeping up with posting, I thought I'd cop out and post some photos instead.Springtime in the Willamette Valley means Daffodils, and Mir & Yvonne went nuts when given permission to pick all they wanted for free. Hannah turns 19, and Miriam 25, chafing a bit at the affront to her dignity :)

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One of the promises I made to myself when I started writing this blog is that I would never mention politics. For one thing, it is so pointlessly divisive. For another, it turns my stomach. Politics has always been a rough and tumble game, but in the last 10 years it has taken on a much uglier persona, one marked on all sides by venomous hatred of the opposition, where name-calling and

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December & January were horrible months. What was handed to me as a 40 hour project in early December became, after analysis & research, a major undertaking requiring approximately 300 hours work, but the deadline stayed the same. Ambiguous, incorrect and unstated project requirements, an unhappy Customer, an unsupportive project manager, and the added frustration of technical problems, all

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Barely 4 months ago, Yvonne was to the point of not being able get in and out of bed by herself, had trouble dressing herself, couldn’t raise her hands above her shoulders, couldn’t lift anything of any weight. The cancer in her bones hurt nearly constantly; sneezing or coughing caused excruciating pain. She was deteriorating so rapidly that I knew she would be gone by the end of the year.

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Every 17th of December Yvonne and I look at each other and say “What in the world were we thinking, getting married in the middle of the Christmas season?” At the time, Christmas seemed like a wonderfully magical time to get married; each year afterward, however, Christmas has been a lousy time to try to celebrate an anniversary. Last year we went to a very nice restaurant, and over the course

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Emotionally speaking, she was already pretty close to the edge even before she had been told to clean her room. She had been made to turn off the tv, take a bath, and now, contrary to every 5-year-old instinct, we had inflicted upon her the trauma of putting her toys away before going to bed.It’s a brutal process, cleaning one’s room. The first step is to sit for several minutes in the middle

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Yvonne has been spending hours each day answering emails from family and friends, so I set up a blog for her to post all her updates to. That way people can ask questions in their comments and everyone else can see them and the answers and hopefully she won't have to repeat everything over and over. You can find her updates here.

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Bill Cosby recently wrote a book titled “I Am What I Ate...and I'm Frightened!!!” in which he describes his horror of having discovered what the food he ate all his life had done to him. Medical research in recent years is waking us up to the fact that what we put into our bodies affects how these bodies function. When my wife was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2002 she began researching

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Three weeks ago my wife gathered all our extended family together and gave us the news that the pain she had been feeling was in fact caused by her breast cancer having returned and metastasized throughout her upper body. The doctors resist giving a prognosis because they can’t say with any certainty how any individual’s body will respond to the treatments. Maybe years, maybe months.It’s one of

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July was an incredibly full month (attested to by the span between posts). On top of the normal 4th of July family get togethers and Newberg’s Old Fashioned Festival – itself an occasion for family get-togethers – this July I hosted Churchbass.org’s annual Bassapalooza at our church, Newberg Friend’s Church. Approximately 25 bassists who are either part of church worship teams or otherwise

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This isn’t at all the kind of thing I anticipated writing about here, but as someone once said, life is what happens when you’re making other plans.A year ago February my mother passed away from a brain tumor, from diagnosis to death in 4 months. Then in October my father-in-law, the most wonderful and godly of men, died suddenly from a burst aneurysm. As hard as those were to go through, two

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A few weeks ago Out of Ur, Leadership Magazine’s weblog, posted an entry about an article written by Hemant Mehta, otherwise known as the eBay Atheist. In the article Mehta describes his fascination with Christian Media, and concludes with the following summary:Christianity works best for non-believers when we hear stories that sound like something we would see or do. Joel [Osteen] tells me to

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Well, I got tagged by Mauri so I'm it; here goes:Four jobs I’ve had:1. Music store sales guy2. Belt puller, Weyerhauser Lumber Co.3. Photographer4. Camera store sales guyFour movies I could watch over & over:1. The Russians are Coming, the Russians are Coming…2. Lord of the Rings3. Princess Bride4. Any Marx Brothers movieFour books I’ve read over and over:1. Lord of the Rings2. C.S. Lewis’s Space

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Within a few weeks of having started a new job in downtown Portland I had learned, while walking around the downtown area, to avoid making eye contact with all the people asking for spare change.One morning, as I crossed a street, I could see a young man sitting on a store window ledge at the other end of the block I was approaching, ratty backpack & duffle bag beside him on the sidewalk, palm

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In church last Sunday prayer was requested and offered for the freedom and safety of the Afghan man who had been arrested under threat of death for converting from Islam to Christianity. As we were praying, though, I found myself wondering if we were praying for the right thing. Was it only two weeks ago that we read the words of Jesus “Truly, Truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls

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There once was a man from McSheanWhose main disposition was mean.If you dare cross his path You would suffer his wrathFor with you he will wipe McShean clean! ... the only limerick I've ever written. And no, I don't know what put it in my head. I'm sure there's some Freudian explanation...

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“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…”In 2002, my wife of 25 years was diagnosed with breast cancer. Only those who have suddenly been brought face to face with imminent death truly understand the massive upheaval this causes in your life.We talked about the treatments she would face and the trauma they would inflict on her and our family’s lives. We talked about the

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Miriam, my oldest, was born in Manila – assembled in the Philippines from American components was the title of the prayer letter we sent out. The photograph of me holding her says everything that could be said about how I felt. She was definitely the best thing that had ever happened to me (besides her mother)!Before she was a year old, she contracted Dengue fever. In 3rd world countries, death

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I'm hoping that maybe committing to a blog will motivate me to finally pull some thoughts together that have been bouncing around in my head forever, and maybe also to get out and take a few photographs again. I don't seem to feel up to doing anything creative unless I know there's going to be an audience.As I thought about doing this, in my mind my audience is always my daughters: #1 is out of

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