Resembling Ravens

By the time we traveled to Bandon, Oregon we’d amassed several tidbits regarding ravens.  I’ve never been a big fan of birds in general – even had a few experiences  that were just plain weird.  (Like the time a parrot stole an opal out of a pendant on a necklace while in a pet store.  I’d been trying “Here kitty, kitty” on the parrot when he snatched the jewel.  I fought that $400 parrot and finally got him to cough it up!)

I became enamored with the huge, glossy ravens last year while on the Mendocino coast in Ft. Bragg, CA.  They are funny, smart and very verbose!   I learned the ravens in Ft. Bragg had a twenty vocalization vocabulary, one of which is a sound we have heard nowhere else in our travels.  It is a deep clucking and we’ve tried it on ravens and crows from coast to coast, never to be repeated.

In Washington state I’d read an article in the paper regarding a study on ravens, and by now several more.  I find the correlations interesting, and where the studies speak to how ravens learn from humans – I believe we would do well to resemble ravens in return.

1 Kings 17:4   KJV

And it shall be, that thou shalt drink of the brook; and I have commanded the ravens to feed thee there.

The ravens listened to God and fed Elijah, Elijah listened to the word of God and survived.  After reading the various articles pertaining to ravens I came to the conclusion we would do well to resemble ravens in their ability to listen, learn and communicate.

16 Reasons People Don’t Listen When You Speak


First Sunday in June

Memorial Garden St. Andrew’s Episcopal Florence, OR

Revelation 20:6     KJV

Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resurrection:  on such the second death hath no power, but they shall be priests of God and Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years.

We enjoyed a quiet Memorial Day at the beach without internet.  Upon our arrival in Florence, Oregon we found this beautiful Memorial Garden at and snapped a picture of the cross.

We had hoped to attend church here, instead we will be trying to get a ride south today.

Coasting The Oregon Coast


Psalms 77:19   KJV

“Thy way is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters, and thy footsteps are not known.”

Seaside at Sunset Oregon Coast

Sunset just north of Haystack Rock

Loaded like a couple of pack mules!

After a short and sweet visit with DH’s Dad, we headed west to Astoria, then south to enjoy the Oregon coast.  We stayed on the beach in Seaside, then headed to Cannon Beach where we had an amazing sandwich and cold Guiness at Mariner’s Market.  The next morning a lovely woman named Jeanie took our picture with Haystack Rock in the background.

The Beginning & The End

Revelations 22:13   KJV

“I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”


Our longest ride ended yesterday with Joe.  We traveled through more states and spent the most time with this truck driver than any other during our journey.  Joe left us in Longview, Washington where Robert and I hoped to find Robert’s Dad. This was our second attempt to show up at his door and knock.  The first attempt was during winter and the weather turned us away.  This time, as we sat in McDonald’s (our favorite for free wifi, electricity and pretty good coffee for a buck!) I renewed my search for anything on Robert’s Dad and stepmother.  Used to finding nothing – no obituaries, no public records, nothing – nada – zip- I all of a sudden found something.

After all the fruitless searches we found an estate sale was planned for Robert’s Dad’s address, scheduled to start on Thursday – the day we arrived.  We rolled our gear in a shopping cart 2 miles and right up the driveway, to my Father-in-law’s house.  We spoke to the team leader there that was doing the sale, found out Robert’s stepmother had passed and his Dad was not doing well in a home.  When asked if we wanted something of his personal items, Robert said, “No, I don’t want his stuff.  I just want to see my Dad.”

This is the rub – we don’t want the stuff – we want the relationship.  Our faith in Christ has provided the relationship, the fellowship and an example to follow.  We are constantly reminded that everything is in God’s time, and not our own.  We are also reminded of HIS presence with us, and in us through all of our travels.  We hope to have a visit with Robert’s Dad today in the rest home where he resides.

Hope for the Helper

This post is just the encouragement I needed today, thank you!

God, Faith, & Fitness

The spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me; he has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed, to bind up the broken hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and release to the prisoners;” Isaiah 61:1

Reading this verse used to fill me with strength and hope; it fueled my passion to follow the calling God had on my life. However, over time, this verse began to feel more like a curse than a blessing. When things because almost unbearable the following passage of scripture became my reality.

“’If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, shake off the dust from your feet as you leave that house or town. Truly I tell you, it will be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah on the day of judgment than for that town. See, I am sending you out…

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There’s Always Room for One More

We need to make room for HIM.

Looking for God in Messy Places

They said it was going to be a retreat. I was skeptical. Retreats offer spiritual exercises and spans of quiet time designed to nurture insight and to encourage renewal. By contrast, our weekend together was shaping up to be a blood-letting.

The vestry and clergy of our large suburban parish gathered at a Methodist Conference Center for what was billed as a time of visioning led by a highly-paid consultant. Along with our polo shirts and Bermuda shorts, some participants dragged along seething resentments and others smuggled in poorly concealed anxieties.

Tensions between the rector and the lay leadership had been mounting since before I had arrived as a newly minted priest the previous summer. A couple of assisting priests and I were loyal to our rector.

We recognized that he struggled with administrative tasks and delivered sloppy sermons. His vision for the parish was vague and uninspiring. And yet…

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Rest in Washington

This was the truck parking at a beautiful rest stop in Washington.  We had just arrived ten minutes earlier and there were only a few trucks parked for the night.  It filled quickly with trucks trying to find a safe spot to rest.  Most of the truck stops across America don’t have enough parking for the number of trucks on the road and the  available spots are full before sundown!


We are so small compared to the trees!

Proverbs 27:17 KJV

Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.


Thank you for your friendship Joe, truly Blessed!