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This Place is Perfect

Sometimes it takes others’ eyes to help us fully appreciate what God has given us. Such was the case with me and our house on Lake Tyler.

Built in 1964, situated on about an acre of land and measuring at about 1,400 square feet, our lake house was previously owned by my mother-in-law. Darla was a certified Master Gardener, and “back in the day” she kept the grounds and gardens immaculately groomed. She planted gardens, each with a plant type or color theme and installed brick walkways among them. When we would visit, we always spent the first hour or so walking her gardens with her as she proudly showed us her latest additions. To say that Darla had a green thumb would be a gross understatement; Darla had a gift. She enjoyed nurturing her gift and, even today, we enjoy the results.

Darla moved out of the house in 2008. With no full time resident since that time, the gardens have not been properly tended. Brick walkways that were once beautiful garden pathways are now overgrown with weeds. Garden nooks and crannies, some featuring ornamental ponds and others featuring shaded arbors and park-like benches, are obscured and overgrown. I sat on one of the benches recently and it nearly collapsed as I lowered my weight onto its rotted boards. I no longer mow the lawn, for there is no lawn – now I groom my weeds. The exterior of the house needs a paint job, but first we must power wash the cobwebs from their positions under the eaves. Succinctly stated, the place needs work, and work is what I see when I pull up the driveway. My frustration grew to the point to which my wife and I recently agreed to put the lake house on the market. That was the case, anyway, until last weekend.

Last weekend we had five college friends join us for a weekend at the lake. As the weekend approached I was nervous, and even a bit embarrassed, given the run-down condition of the gardens and the home’s exterior. I was concerned about allowing my friends to see our property in this condition, so much so that I considered moving the event to our home in Keller to spare me the stress. I’m glad I didn’t.

My friends were awestruck. They gushed over the open space and the gardens they could see. They appreciated the lake views and speculated with us how the views will be improved when the brush along the channel is cleared. One fished from the yard and remarked how this would be a desirable vacation rental.

“Really,” said I, “somebody would actually pay to rent this place for a weekend?” I was shocked.

“Of course,” he said. “There are lots of people looking for an inexpensive weekend getaway. This place is perfect.”

“This place is perfect.” That phrase hung in the air as I contemplated the magnitude of what my good friend had just told me. As he continued to fish I looked around me and began to see our house and yard from his perspective. And I was sorry – sorry that I had adopted such a negative attitude about this beautiful gift that God has given us.

Yes, the place needs work. But you know what? My friend was right: This place is perfect. And it is not for sale.

“Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.” ~ Psalms 118:1

8.9.2014 Enjoying a delicious home-cooked Brazilian feast courtesy of the Dunn's.

8.9.2014 Enjoying a delicious home-cooked Brazilian feast courtesy of the Dunn’s.

My Facebook Hiatus: Revelations and Resolutions

During my self-imposed Lenten hiatus from Facebook, I missed some things and I didn’t miss others. Here they are, with a few resolutions and some of my favorite pics thrown in for good measure.

Things I Missed

Simple. I missed my friends. I heard from a couple over the course of my hiatus that they missed me, too. Facebook is a blessing in my life. Through it I have reconnected with many friends from my past, and I enjoy seeing what is going on in their lives today. We share joys and sorrows. We share songs and jokes. We share our families. We share life’s highlights and its lowlights. We say “Happy Birthday”! We’ve planned high school and college reunions. We laugh, weep, and pray together. Isn’t that what friends are for? I’ve missed those interactions, and I’m glad to be back. I have a renewed appreciation for all of the wonderful people God has placed in my life.

Things I Didn’t Miss

Political Misinformation. You know what I’m talking about – the supposedly clever one-liners and memes intended to belittle or put political opponents in their place. Such misinformation contributes nothing to our national discourse; in fact, it only serves to contribute to the ongoing weakening of this great country we share. Facebook is full of political misinformation from all sides of the political spectrum – conservatives, liberals, libertarians, and independents are equally to blame. I’ve been guilty of slinging this crap myself from time to time. I didn’t miss this one bit. Resolved: I will continue to post on political topics. Any political posting from me will be fact-checked in support of a candidate or position; I will not sling crap or otherwise insult those with whom I disagree. If we all shared this resolution, Facebook and the good ‘ole USA will be a much nicer place to hang out.

Game Invitations. I don’t want to play Candy Crush. I don’t want to build a farm on Farmville. I don’t care how rad or cool you think the latest game is – I’m not interested. I get tired of game invitations littering my news feed. It’s a pain to go to “Settings” to block them. Play your games and enjoy them. Just please, please, please stop sending me invitations!

Lost Dogs. I’m a dog guy; we have two of them. It breaks my heart when people abuse animals. But I’m not in adoption mode. I don’t need to know how many hours Spot has in the shelter before they put him down or what dog is lost from which neighborhood. Those are depressing and I can do nothing about either. If your kids are lost, I’m interested. If your own personal pet is lost, I’m interested. I’ll help you look for them and pray for their safe return if you ask me to. But please don’t share every animal that needs a home; I can’t give them one. (I do like hearing about successful adoptions, though; that’s cool).

My Facebook Going Forward

With all that said, each of us with a wall on Facebook has a personal space in which to post whatever we like. Perusing a person’s Wall gives a bit of a window into what makes them tick, and that’s really neat. So take what I’ve offered here with a grain of salt and post away! As for me, I’m going to focus on the things that matter most to me: My faith, my family, and my country. I will strive to do so with the utmost respect for those who may wander in and take a look. I’m available to each of my friends (why do we refer to them as “Facebook friends”? I’m going to stop doing that, too. They’re my friends, plain and simple). I’m available to laugh with you, weep with you, celebrate with you, support you, and pray with you. After all, isn’t that what friends are for?

Photo Credit: flipflopspearlsandwine.com

Photo Credit: flipflopspearlsandwine.com

My Concordia

Last weekend I attended a reunion of classmates and friends from Concordia Lutheran College in Austin, TX. Each of us attended and/or graduated from Concordia between 1980 and 1986. I came away from that weekend recharged, rejuvenated, and ever so thankful for these good Christian friends and my status as a Concordia alumnus.

Concordia alumni assembled before our beloved 80's era logo. Photo credit: Concordia University Texas

Concordia alumni assembled before our beloved 80’s era logo. Photo credit: Concordia University Texas

Working in corporate America, I always enjoy comparing college experiences with many professional colleagues. Based on these discussions I have come to appreciate the unique and rich character of my college experience. Many business professionals I know attended large universities and have Greek letters associated with their college experience. They root for their alma mater football team, wear the colors, and puff up with pride when their school is positioned for the coveted BCS Championship. When they tell me these stories, I smile. When I tell them about my Concordia experience, they’re intrigued.

Logo now: Concordia Lutheran College logo positioned on the new campus. Photo credit: DeLisa Slayton Strege

Logo now: Concordia Lutheran College logo positioned on the new campus. Photo credit: DeLisa Slayton Strege

Concordia Lutheran College logo against a blue Texas sky. Photo credit: Rev. Keith Schweitzer

Logo then: Concordia Lutheran College logo against a blue Texas sky. Photo credit: Rev. Keith Schweitzer

When I enrolled at Concordia in the fall of 1980, our student body totaled somewhere in the mid-300’s. That’s three hundreds. I very quickly knew everybody and they knew me. Our professors and administrators – even the college president – knew each of us by name. They would greet us by name with a smile as we’d pass by in the hall or on one of the campus’ beautiful sidewalks. They dined with us in Texas Hall. Our instructors were not Graduate Assistants; they were full professors, many of whom had earned their PhD. Class sizes were small and each syllabus included the professor’s home telephone number, just in case we had a question as we studied at night; and they were disappointed if we had a question but didn’t call. Concordia offered an amazing sense of community, and that community included her students, faculty and administrators. That sense of community forged a bond between us that still exists today. At that point in my life, there was no place I would rather have been. I loved it.

Concordia, Concordia, Our own Texas college dear,
Reminds us of the days we love as we serve throughout the years;
Concordia, Concordia, your towering logo lifts our eyes,
To higher ways and brighter days ‘neath God’s gracious Texas skies.
Purple and white, our colors we raise at the dawning of every new day.
Our hearts unite in the service we share for our Lord who shows us the way.
Say it softly, say it loudly, say it often, say it proudly:
Concordia, Concordia our own Texas college dear.
~ “Concordia” words & music by Fred Frehleng

Concordia chapel circa about 1980. Photo credit: CLC alumnus Penny B.

Concordia chapel circa about 1980. Photo credit: CLC alumnus Penny Bottazzi Zalaback

As a pre-seminary student I majored in General Studies. Concordia was best known at that time for graduating young men prepared to enroll in seminary and young adults prepared to teach elementary school. We also graduated business majors, Mexican-American studies majors, and Communications majors. We had an excellent music program, in which I minored. I played my trumpet in all sorts of venues playing all kinds of music. I sang baritone in the college choir. I participated in worship and music groups that traveled and toured. I am thankful to have studied music under two of the finest Christian musicians I know. Concordia was a small liberal arts college, and from her I received a superb education.

As Concordia’s enrollment increased over the years, she outgrew her campus situated just north of the University of Texas in Austin. After a diligent search, they purchased a former corporate training facility located near Cedar Park northwest of Austin. The old campus was sold to a developer and Concordia celebrated the opening of her new campus in the fall of 2008. I was crushed. The pictures I saw of wrecking balls demolishing the place I had grown to love broke my heart. When I traveled to Austin on business, I always built an hour or so into my schedule so I could walk the campus and greet faculty and staff. As I walked the campus during those return visits the memories of my days at Concordia would come flooding back. I treasured those visits, and now my beloved Concordia had been taken away from me. Like many alumni, I was bitter. More than that, I was angry.

Studtmann Hall, home to CLC's female students, circa about 1980. Photo credit: Alumnus Cathy D.

Studtmann Hall, home to CLC’s female students, circa about 1980. Photo credit: CLC Alumnus Cathy Dugan Evert

Many of us alums vented our anger with one another. We shared it. We talked about how insensitive it was to allow this place that harbored such rich history and so many fond memories to be destroyed. We talked about those beautiful buildings, gone with the swing of a wrecking ball. We talked about losing our sense of home; it felt as if we had been exiled. Our alma mater, by allowing the destruction of our campus, had expatriated us. We felt abandoned and left behind. To be sure, we heard many good things about the new campus. We didn’t care. Our Concordia was gone.

A dear friend and fellow alumnus worked at Concordia during the move. About two years after the move we were chatting about the new campus and I shared with her my feelings of bitterness and anger. No, I hadn’t visited and no, I had no intention of doing so. She told me about the ever-increasing costs to maintain the old buildings, and how Concordia had run out of room to grow for her future. She painted a verbal picture of the beautiful 389 acres Concordia now calls home, 250 of which is dedicated as a nature preserve. She described the flow of the buildings and how they fit so well with Concordia’s mission and sense of community. She related how careful the administration and staff had been to remove and preserve important items from our old campus; some are placed on the new campus and others wait in storage – but they’re there, awaiting just the right spot for display. She told me about many of the faculty who were still actively working on campus and how much they enjoyed seeing alumni visit and discover the new campus. As we talked I realized that Concordia was still very much alive. The sense of community I treasured so much was still completely intact. Concordia hadn’t abandoned me. In my bitterness and anger, I had abandoned her.

One of the many beautiful spots on the campus of Concordia University Texas. Photo credit: DeLisa Slayton Strege

One of the many beautiful spots on the campus of Concordia University Texas. Photo credit: DeLisa Slayton Strege

Not long after that conversation I learned that Concordia was seeking an alumni representative for the Dallas/Fort Worth area. I volunteered. Soon after accepting that role I toured the new campus for the first time. The feelings of bitterness and anger were still there to some extent; I couldn’t help that. As I walked the campus with our Director of Alumni Relations I felt a sense of awkwardness, as if I had wandered into somebody else’s home. She told me that enrollment at Concordia University Texas exceeded 2,000 students – and still growing! Over the years, the University had added many degree programs to its offerings. As we walked, I couldn’t help but appreciate the natural beauty of the place. Looking into the faces of the students, I began to see my friends and me as if it were 25 years ago. We peeked into several classrooms. Class sizes were still small and I was pleased to see several familiar faces standing before those assembled to learn. As we walked, my wounds began to heal. Indeed, Concordia had a rich history on her old campus. But I soon realized that her history was ongoing. And I was determined to rejoin her on that journey, as God would have me do so.

Concordia 80's era alumni enjoying fellowship on "The Pier". Photo credit: Concordia University Texas

Concordia 80’s era alumni enjoying fellowship on “The Pier”. Photo credit: Concordia University Texas

As we planned our 80’s era reunion several of my classmates were still bitter and angry over the move. I get it; I understand. I know that feeling all too well. The planning committee decided to host the reunion on Concordia’s campus, hoping that those who joined us would appreciate her beauty and feel the same sense of reconnection I felt on that first tour a few years back. Some expressed disappointment that the reunion was on campus, others were pleased. Based on the smiles and camaraderie over the weekend, I consider the reunion a great success.

God’s gift of Christian friendship is one of His greatest gifts to His children. As we stepped onto campus for the first time together last Friday evening the years melted away. Familiar faces filled the campus’ large deck (called “The Pier”) overlooking the nature preserve. Hugs – big hugs – were exchanged as the years literally melted away. We took great joy in renewing our bonds of friendship with those who were there, and we missed those who couldn’t join us. We parted ways Sunday afternoon with renewed and strengthened Christian friendships. For me, my bond with my Concordia is once again completely intact and stronger than ever.

Concordia alumni enjoying the "Texas Chic" banquet and dance. Photo credit: Concordia University Texas

Concordia alumni enjoying the “Texas Chic” banquet and dance. Photo credit: Concordia University Texas

I treasure my time at Concordia and the education I received there. I treasure the people who I consider lifelong friends, and I look forward to seeing them once again. God has richly blessed me indeed.

And friends are friends forever
If the Lord’s the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
‘Cause the welcome will not end
Though it’s hard to let you go
In the Father’s hands we know
That a lifetime’s not too long to live as friends
~ “Friends” Words by Deborah D Smith; Music by Michael W. Smith>


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