There’s Folks Hurting And They Need Your Prayer.

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I write from time to time about people struggling with different things in their lives. Sometimes it’s financial, sometimes medical, sometimes emotional, and often spiritual.

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Today’s post is a prayer request for a few people, a link or two, and some suggestions. Don’t worry, it won’t take long.

First, please pray for my lovely friend Rajdeep Paulus and her Husband. Go read the blog at this link. That could be any of us on any day of our lives. I love reading about love.

I’m also asking for prayer for my friend Mary Kay and her beloved Dell. Dell is in a treatment facility to recover from a serious respiratory episode. He’s got bleeding issues and if ever you were going to whip out the Holy Spirit and pray hard, this is the time to do the work.

My friend John has a young son who’s been behind in development. Turns out it was a very scary brain tumor. He’s doing much better, but if you’d pray for the young fellow it will help him heal. Pray for John and his wife as well, and throw in the brother who stands to the side and encourages. All of them need you today.

Pray for Bruce who has shattering headaches and injuries from a motorcycle accident a few years ago. He’s in constant pain and needs that blessing.

While we’re talking about motorcycle accidents, pray for my friend Eric who almost died in a crash a few weeks back. I’m very worried about him, because even though he’s out of intensive care he got a mani-peddi yesterday. His man card is in jeopardy.

Please pray for my friend Vicki’s son. He had major surgery on his noggin this week to remove a fast growing tumor that was destroying his hearing.

Pray for those people you know with depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, psychosis, PTSD, and other ailments of the spirit. Pray for their families as well. This man rather elegantly tells his tale about having a mentally ill spouse. There is so much love in the article that you don’t know whether to cry for joy or sadness.

This story about art therapy for wounded warriors moved me so much that I had to walk away for a bit. All of it touches each of our lives at some point. None of us are immune.

Pray for me. I will pray for all of you.

Many thanks.
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Man, Those Photos Helped

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I was all set to write a post about a very political topic when I got distracted. A rather common thing for me, the shiny objects get me every time. Tonight it was for the better.

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I had to find a picture of my wife for a special project. I thought, “Hey, one of those pictures from Haiti has a great smile.” Out came the Haiti file folder, and this one caught my attention:

Me and my peeps

Me and my peeps

This caused me to rethink the other post. It will be done, just not today.

Today I want to think about those beautiful people I met on this trip. Not just the people of Haiti, but my fellow missionaries and the support staff.

I looked at a lot of those pictures tonight, and I am made glad by the beauty they bring to this earth.

Thank you, God, for an amazing trip just about two years ago. It was a blessing.

Have you made a missions trip? If you had the glow I have right now you’d sign up in a heart beat. Why not tromp on over to www.healinghaiti.org and see if you can join them for a life changing experience.

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Restaurant Review: Boulevard Kitchen & Bar

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Many of you have come to read my restaurant reviews today. Why, I’ll never know. I don’t do them that often, and I usually do a mediocre job compared to the “real” reviewers. My review of Boulevard Kitchen & Bar may be a rare exception. Then again, probably not.

Bright where it needs it, intimate where it counts.

Bright where it needs it, intimate where it counts.

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Let’s get right to it: the reviews are all over the place on the web. The same thing emerges in all the 2 and 3 star reviews: too pricey. Yeah, that’s probably fair. We dropped 125 with tip for 3 lunches, two desserts, four beverages (all nonalcoholic.) and a comfortable place to talk for 2 hours.

On the other hand, the food was really wonderful. Appetizer for us was the Boulevard chili shrimp and avocado. Most people would call it a Ceviche, but since I’m not sure how it was prepared I’ll walk away from that and stick with the bar’s name for the dish. Lots of avocado, plentiful shrimp, and a fresh flavor that left no doubt that it was prepared that day. The chips were good as well, and everyone at our table gave it at least four stars out of five.

appetizer

appetizer

The next item was a crab cake BLT. I was a bit nervous about this, as the person who ordered it is a fanatic on the subject of crab cakes. For an extra two bucks they opted for the sweet potato fries as the side. Nicely done, good consistency of product, and a great taste that was not out of a can, our diner gave it 4.5 stars. Not bad at all. Crab cake BLT

Two of us had the same thing: chicken pot pie. The top crust was beyond puffy. That thing deserved it’s own zip code. Light, flaky, and rich, it held the heat in for a cast iron pot full of amazing chicken and vegetables. Different than a standard pot pie, it was more like a thick soup than the usual gummy innards you find at most restaurants. I loved it. That one got five stars without a doubt. It was the daily special, and probably should be on the menu every day.

Two zip codes needed

Two zip codes needed

Coffee was strong and rich, truly good stuff. Minnesota is widely known for its restaurant coffee: most is lousy.This was as good as you’d get in any high-priced froo-froo joint with a funny mermaid in its logo.

Last on our tour was the cake. An apple cake with apple ice cream on the side. The cake was served hot. Like, fresh out of the oven hot. The ice cream was cold. As in, won’t melt instantly. Home made cake that had all the great things I like: flavor, texture, drizzled caramel. Yup. Five stars for desert. applecake

Our server knew the menu well, had great timing, and kept us topped up on beverages. Sunny smile, great disposition, and good recommendations. I noted, as the afternoon drew to a close and dinner neared, that a veritable herd of servers came in to go to work. Not just a handful, but a platoon of people with clean, white shirts on hangers. That told me a lot about the staff and what is expected of them.

There is a private dining room for functions, and while I peeked in all I got was an impression of a really nice space for a rehearsal dinner.

The kitchen is open to view and dazzling in its cleanliness. Same with the bathrooms (cleanliness, that is…)

All said, it’s a go. If you have some spare cash and want a great dining experience this is the place. Yes, it’s spendy. I can’t deny that for even a second. But you know where Arby’s is if that’s your goal. The BLVD Kitchen and Bar is a nice place for a great lunch. Dinner would be reviewed but I was full from lunch and couldn’t plow through another meal.

Je Suis Charlie Hebdo. Mon Cœur Est Français.

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I will admit, I used Google Translate to make sure I got it right. I knew all the words, but my French is rusty. It was obtained on the fly travelling through that country in the 80’s, and mostly confined to hotel rooms, hot food, beer, and the beach. My name is French, my soul is American. Today, my heart is French as well. I hope yours is with France today in the wake of the attacks against the innocent writers at Charlie Hebdo in Paris on Wednesday.

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I have a spot in that heart that swells with pride when I listen to La Marseillaise played during the movie “Casablanca.” The French were some of our earliest allies as a nation. I’m not naive, I still think that going to war without the French is like going deer hunting without an accordion, but they have some troops that are among the best in the world. And nice submarines.

Most of all, they are in a struggle against the poison that is Islam. For those of you now holding your noses and starting to click away, I’d like to point out a fundamental difference between Christianity and Islam: If you are true to the followings of Jesus Christ, you will do all you can to love your fellow man and ease their place in life, hoping and praying that they will follow your example on the road to redemption and eternal life. If you are true to the teachings of Mohammed, you will conquer your enemies and force them to convert to Islam, be heavily taxed, or be put to death. Wednesday, in Paris, the terrorists enforced this and put the cartoonists and writers to death for offending Mohammed. Can you imagine doing that for Jesus? Not in the modern era.

Well, they asked for it by bearding the lion. Yeah. That’s how some think of it. I think Charlie Hebdo managed to offend pretty much everyone over the last few decades and a think skinned group of killers murdered them for their “offense.”

I’d like to remind you, dear reader, that this is not unexpected. It is the normal course of events for those that follow the teachings of Mohammed to the letter. Can it happen here? Let’s see… New York and Washington D.C. on September 11, 2001 ring a bell. Or, perhaps, London, England in 2005? Spain in… well, you get the point. It’s a definite pattern.

We have a choice: submit or fight back.

You choose. I already have. It’s at the top corner of my blog and as much a part of my heart as my French heritage: I’m a Christian. I will not submit. And I’ll protect you if need be, as I’m a sheepdog as well.

This is not the end. It will happen again. And George Bush had nothing to do with it in any way.

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Lunch With Roy

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The brittle cold outside vanished as I walked through the giant/wheelchair sized revolving door at the Veterans Affairs Medical Center in Minneapolis. It was so cold out that there wasn’t a single wheelchair occupant with an oxygen tank taking a smoke break. (Grim humor, but a good weather indicator: those guys are out for their smoke in most weather.)

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I had some time to kill so I wandered around doing my appointment making. Everyone was uniformly helpful, pleasant, even eager to serve. I got it done in record time. The next time someone badmouths the VA please remember that it was the administrators, political appointees, that killed veterans with their schemes to get bonuses. The average employee is a veteran, or at a minimum, helpful to veterans. They have my admiration. They remember the maxim that nobody is shouting from blocked freeways: “Veterans’ Lives Matter!” Over 1,000 vets were likely to have died because of neglect in the last decade. Why aren’t there riots over this?

But I digress. Once the paperwork was done, appointments set, I headed to the cafeteria. This is not an event to be cherished in most hospitals. But since they craft the menu for cranky old people like me, I like this place. Starting with the fudge/donut/coffee bar as you walk in the entry. Let’s get things started out right!

The smell today was amazingly enticing. Monte Christo sandwiches were the featured item. I’ve made no secret of my love for that item, but today I had a lunch date after I got done at the hospital, so I settled for a Diet Dr. Pepper.

Drink in hand, I approached the cash register. Dead ahead, right in the middle of the channel, was an old, bent, arthritic man with a walker trying to juggle a tray with a cheeseburger.

I’m no fool. I’m at the VA today for treatment. They will be taking care of me if I reach the age of this man. He is me in forty years. I offered to carry his tray to the register. Deaf as a post, just like me, he needed two tries to get the message. The smile was beautiful. My heart and head agreed that this would be our good deed for the day.

I picked up the tab for lunch and grabbed cups of condiments for him. After setting down the tray, he very graciously thanked me like I was a long-lost son. Moved. Seriously moved that someone would be so grateful over such a small thing.

Once he was seated, I asked if I could join him. Turns out his name is Roy, he was a Chief Petty Officer during WWII and served in all sorts of interesting places. Instantly he was Chief to me. We had a great conversation for the next thirty minutes. It covered everything from technology to randy Yeomen that we had known.

Roy was a brother, even though he’s four decades older than I am. In his eyes I saw not the scars of age, but the dancing orbs of a young man doing important things for the war effort seventy years ago. Seventy. He’s been married for 67 years to his bride, an English girl. Roy didn’t want to have her be a war bride, so they agreed to wait until she could come to the United States after the war. Married to the same love ever since.

Someday, soon, I’ll be the old man with the walker. Some kid who served in Afghanistan will be carrying my tray to the table. And when we sit down to talk, he’ll be my brother as well. He’s already Roy’s brother. There may be seventy years between them, but under the skin we’re all brothers and sisters.

I’m proud to be a vet. I’m proud to have Roy, and that young one from Afghanistan, as my brothers. Extends to my sisters as well. Got a big, big family that I’m so blessed to be a part of in my time.

So, carry a tray for an older person this week. You might just hear some fabulous tales about drinking Triple Sec in the back of a truck as it bounces across Morocco and Algeria. I did.

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